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♛ A T L A S ♛

My mother can't be serious right now.

Locking me in a room? With her?

She's clearly asking for Stella's head on a platter so her eyes can stare into her soul and her ghost will stay in Italy just to haunt her. If I'm being completely honest, I think her ghost would most likely come to haunt me.

I wonder why.

On the other hand, what the fuck was she doing to me?

Stella's looking at me all seductively but still manages to act innocently and that she doesn't know what she's doing. I know it and she does too. From the way she looks at me every time she dips the strawberry in whipped cream and as she slowly takes her time to bite down on it.

I wanted to reach over the damn table and take her lips into mine. She was making me so damn horny but I have to constantly remind myself of something. I wasn't here to have my way with her, no matter how gorgeous she is or how horny she makes me. I was on a mission as one would put it. And that mission was to decide who snitched on me.

I let out a low groan that I'm sure no one could hear as I feel my pants tighten. Stella probably heard and her smile returns to her face as if she just thought of the most brilliant thing. She dabs her finger in the whipped cream and leans closer. Her knees are now on the chair so she's at closer reach to me. She traces her finger that still has whipped cream on, on the outline of my lips before bringing it to the entrance of my mouth.

"Open," She commands, eyes darkening with lust as she tilts her head, letting her curls fall to one side of her face. Her ass was almost in the air and I couldn't help but imagine how much better it would look when I take her from the back and watch as she-

I don't know what it is about her that makes me do as she says and practically moan as she slips another finger in. She takes it out and grabs another strawberry, dipping it in whipped cream and tracing it over my lips yet again. I open my mouth to bite down into it which takes her by surprise. But not as much as it did when I put the whipped cream all over her face.

Stella gasped loudly and screamed before I started to think she was crying, "Fucking asshole!" She exclaimed as she did her best to smear the whipped cream that coated her eyes off so she could get a better look at the smug and satisfied grin on my face.

"What are you fucking smiling about, Atticus?" She asks, giving me a look that was sure to push the laughter I was holding back down.

"Me?" I fake cough so it covers my laugh. "Oh nothing, I wasn't laughing uh- I mean smiling at anything." She doesn't buy what I'm saying apparently because I feel something cool and wet trickling down my front and now everywhere.

Stella laughs from her now relaxed spot on the chair as she holds the glass of water in her hands. Her laughter doesn't stop and she seems all the more amused by me when I start letting out a string of curses because of how cold it is. I feel my shirt clinging on to me and since it's white, it's now fucking see through.

She stops laughing I assume because of what she sees when she looks at my shirt. Which is my abs and all the tattoos along them. I seem to have caught her off guard, judging by the flustered look on her face and the huge gulp she took when she saw me. This is great, now I know how to shut her up. Get fucking naked. It's more effective and ends up benefiting both of us in the long run.

Her laughter returns when she looks up at me, "Awww, you have little pepperonis," She remarks, pointing at something that I can only assume are my nipples.