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♛ A T L A S ♛

What the fuck are you doing, Atlas?

You're supposed to be apologizing and telling her what you're supposed to tell her for the job and all the information she needs to know, not trying to fuck her. 

But how could I not be doing that when she's literally standing there right in front of me? Tempting me, antagonizing me with her sexy figure and pretty face. I know it in my head that she's nothing more than a pretty face, but somewhere- some small part of me- knows she's more than that. 

I don't think that it's enough to make me feel it. 

Maybe if I just fucked her, I wouldn't be thinking about her like this. She just interested me in a way that I'm not even sure I've been captivated by. Despite the fact that I had basically searched into her life, she was still a mystery to me. It's not even like I went into every single detail about her, just enough to know the secret she holds so dear to herself. 

I don't know why she was making it such a big deal. There's really nothing special about her to make me dig deep and know every single thing about her, I do this with all the people that work with me. Except for them, I don't have to kidnap or blackmail them. People work for me willingly and if it's by force, I can risk the chance of a betrayal or whatever stupid shit they think of now. 

And I was so close. So fucking close to get a taste, having her, just so I can free the space in my mind. So she wouldn't be there. I enjoyed it all. The way she was on the edge of moaning for me, the way he skin felt on my hands and the way she was ready to give in already, but not as eager as I'd like her to be- but we'll have to work on it.

Of course, it had to be interrupted with the person who has a secret obsession of ruining and taking or sharing things with me. She first made that decision by sharing a womb with me and taking my parents attention from me to her because she's a girl and oh wow! She has such nice curly hair and she looks so cute when all she just does is blink her fucking eyes. 

Wow, how cool. So magnificent. I can do the same damn thing. And what? So can you. Shocker, I know, I was thinking the same damn thing.

It's crazy how nature never ceases to amaze people.

But that wasn't always true, I was the favorite after my dad realized I knew had to shoot a fucking gun and my aim was "certainly impeccable." I have to admit, I liked the momentary attention so I kept on doing, it- killing because I knew it would put his focus on me and his goals for me. 

Rory opened the door from the other side of the office which was divided by half of a wall which gave Stella and I time to situate ourselves. I could care less if Rory walked in on us, but the way Stella clung tightly onto my shirt and I could swear her eyes almost widened to the size of the goggle eyes they sell at the craft stores. And I also had a feeling this would cause Rory to feel a certain way because she already grew a liking to Stella.

Luckily for us, the sun had already set so she most likely couldn't see the movement in the darkness. Her mouth still hung open for whatever reason as she walked into the side of the office we were at as she un dims the lights on the wall and brought them all the way up. 

Not the fucking light. 

"How are either of you alive?" Rory questions in disbeilef, her mouth closing only a little as she takes a seat right next to Stella.

"What do you mean?" Stella asks, breaking her focus on the blank spot on the wall and to Rory. 

Yes, Rory, what do you mean?