𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐋 |𝟏𝟖+|

𝐅 𝐎 𝐑 𝐓 𝐘 ~ 𝐅 𝐎 𝐔 𝐑

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

♛ A T L A S ♛

"I beg your pardon?" I utter slowly, staring at her quizzically. And I don't think I've ever used that word in a situation like this in my entire life.

"I asked if you have a community dick." Stella repeats, like it's the most normal conversation anyone could ever have. But this time she sounded more sure of herself.

"I'm not sure what you mean but I can assure you that I don't share my dick with anyone else," I reply hesitantly as my brows furrowed trying to process the question she just asked me and how I go about responding it. "And it's kinda hard to do that because it's kinda attached to me. Unless someone cuts it off."

"Oh trust me, that can be arranged," She basically promises, smirk plastered across her face in all.

No one in the world can blame me for feeling the least bit of fear. I mean this woman is scary. And something about her causes me to believe that she means every word that she says like it's some goddamn law written in a book.

I chuckle nervously as she still looks into my eyes with the same amount of seriousness in her eyes and the same sinister smile on her beautiful- I mean nice looking- face.

"I take it you're asking me how many women I've been intimate with, Stella." I speak, not knowing if I'm saying it as a question or a statement.

"It doesn't have to be a woman, whatever your preference is, Atticus." She clarifies with a shrug.

"Oh my God!" I exclaim, louder than I intended. "Spencer told you, didn't he?"

"Told me what?" She asks, as puzzled as ever.

"Nothing," I mutter quickly, feeling as if I just dodged a bullet. I guess Spencer isn't that much of a big mouth as I sometimes portray him to be. "For your information, I've only slept with 6 women."

"Damn." Is all she says and I can't determine whether it's a good 'damn' or a shocked and disappointed, bad 'damn.' After she says that she returns to her fits of laughter, "Oh my God, you're going to make me sound like a fucking whore."

"Oh come on, it can't be that bad."

"Trust me it is," Stella assures, placing her hand on her chest to calm herself down.

"What is it?" I finally ask, letting my curiosity do the talking.

"Let's just say I lost count after 6," She finally admitted, burring her face in her hands and letting her curly mane cover her everywhere. "Go ahead, Atticus, slut shame me."

"You're a terrible person, Stella-" I start, but she interrupts me before I even get the chance to speak again. 

She groans loudly with her face still buried, "You see? I knew it was bad."

My legs had a mind of their own as I got up and knelt down right beside her. My hand wrapped around her arm and I managed to pull her away from the way she had buried herself. She jolts a bit as I touch her and almost pulls away like she was being burned by my touch or the fact that I touched her scared her. 

"Look at me Stella." She unburied herself but still turned her face to the other side so she wouldn't have to face me. I reached over and took her chin into my hand, practically forcing her to look at me. Her cheeks were damp and they held more rosiness than they did before. Judging by this and her glassy eyes, she was definitely crying. But, why?

I pushed away the few strands of hair from her face and looked into her eyes once more. "If you had let me finish my sentence you would hear what I was going to say."

She brought her face closer to mine as she asked, "What were you going to say then?"

"That you're a terrible person for thinking that I or anyone else has the right to judge you. You shouldn't feel ashamed to like the things you like or do the things you do. And I swear if you ever give anyone the power to do that to you and make you feel that way, I will knock some sense into you and kill them myself." 

"Thank you," She says faintly and smiles at my words. By the looks of it, I can tell that she knows I mean every word of it. 

By reflex I move my face closer to hers as well to the point where our lips are just barely touching. Stella removes my hand on her chin and places it on her knee, slowly dragging it up until my hand meets her inner thigh. Her breath hitches as she lightly moans, taking her bottom lip between her teeth as she continued to bring my hand higher. 

"I'm a sex addict, Atticus. I need all kinds of help because I'm all kinds of fucked up." Stella mutters so quietly that I think it's by mistake that I even heard it. Most of me is certain that she never even said those words. 

Before anything else can be said between the both of us the door is slammed open in an urgent manner. Scaring both Stella and I to completely back away from each other and end up in different parts of the room as if we weren't mere inches near each other just moments before. 

Much to my dismay and surprise, it's Spencer's cock-blocking self here to pull me away from the only source I can release all my frustration on. Spencer's eyes widened in realization as if he didn't pay attention to anything before he walked in. 

"Oh I'm sorry, did I interrupt something?" He asked, popping a few green grapes into his mouth from the bowl he was holding. Judging by his facial expressions, he wasn't really sorry. 

"No!" We both blurted out at the same time. Stella side-eyed me with a look that was saying I wasn't supposed to say no. But if I wasn't supposed to say 'no' and she's mad at me for saying 'no', why did she say 'no'?

Spencer took the seat in the middle of the table, Stella and I on either sides of him, "Oh...kay" He responded skeptically, slowly enunciating his words as he looked between us. 

Stella was currently killing me with her death glare and it was as if she was sending actual knives my way just with the look in her eye. I decided to declare war and death glared at her too, shooting daggers of my own. Spencer cleared his throat causing us both to snap out of our staring battle and focus on him. 

"Were those grapes in the fridge, Spence?" I ask him. 

Refrigerated grapes are the only way to eat grapes. Argue with the damn wall.

"Of course they were. I'm not a weirdo, weirdo." He responds, sliding the bowl to my end of the table. 

"That's debatable," I fake cough and end up almost choking on my grapes.

"Ha, that's what you get. Karma really is my boyfriend," Spencer claims in his sing-songy voice. Judging by the fact that he's in his pajama pants and a hoodie, it's well past 10 at night which means Stella and I have been here for a long time. 

I had no way of knowing though because I left my phone in the office because I hadn't expected to be trapped in the room with probably one of the most infuriating people I've ever met. And the Rolex on my wrist was not accurate on time, I always say I'm going to fix it, but I procrastinate too much. 

I roll my eyes at him, "Oh God no, please don't start singing." I plead, sliding the bowl of grapes down to Stella since she's been so hungrily staring and fantasizing about them since Spencer gave it to me. 

But I think it's already too late for that.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

TWO CHAPTERS IN A DAY?! I FEEL ACCOMPLISHED. 

thanks for reading babes, i love you soooo much!!

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