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𝐅 𝐈 𝐅 𝐓 𝐘 ~ 𝐄 𝐈 𝐆 𝐇 𝐓

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✼ N E V A E H ✼

I woke up to the gentle, but deep voice of Atticus along with a soft touch on my shoulder from his strong hands. "Wake up, love." I hear him call from somewhere above me. 

I stir myself in the opposite direction, acting as if I didn't hear him and bring the blanket even further until it practically covered my entire face. I groan audibly as his hands reach my shoulders in an attempt to shake me awake.

"I know you're not really sleeping." I hear him say as I attempt to bury my face deeper into the pillow. "Alright then, since you claim to be asleep, I guess it wouldn't be a big deal if I poured this icy water on you." Atticus all but threatens me and before I know it my face is drenched in water. 

Cold and piercing icy water and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't pissed off. Without putting another thought to it, I jolted out of bed and charged for Atticus who was still registering the fact that I was currently chasing after him like a mad bull on the loose. 

"I'm gonna murder you, Atlas!" I threatened, chasing him down the hallway, down the stairs, and then back up to his bedroom. I had to stop multiple times to catch my breath mainly because I'm asthmatic and frankly I'm unathletic and can't run to save my damn life. 

Atticus luckily stops running and fake surrenders with his hands up, "Alright, alright, I'm sorry. I won't splash water on you again." He promises with a chuckle and a faint smirk on his face. 

"Oh? Does my suffering please or gratify you in some type of way?" I pondered, stepping closer to him and grabbing any object I could find- which in my case was a hanger- and pointed it at his face as if it were a weapon.

"O-Of course not!" He stammered taking steps back every time I took steps toward him. "I would never think of such a thing." Atticus assured me. I believed him of course but I enjoyed the slightest glimpse of fear in his normally fearless eyes. And the way he trips over his words whenever I manage to make him nervous. 

It never ceases to amaze me how I have one of the most powerful Mafia bosses in the world wrapped around my finger. I could always use it to my advantage, but I wouldn't because I'm not much of a manipulator. Unless it's to get Starbucks, then count my ass in!

I grumbled before crossing my arms in front of me and pouting like a little child that didn't get her way, "You're so annoying. I hate you!"

"Aww, what a damn shame, darling." Atticus jokes before walking past me and landing a playful slap on my ass. I follow him as he walks into his closet. He grins slightly as he turns to see me and stares down at my lips. As soon as I step in his hands go to the back pocket of my overalls that I'm still in and he uses it to squeeze my ass and pull me closer to him. 

I don't give him a chance to say another word as I take his soft lips on mine. The kiss is gentle and soft, yet so tender. It makes me feel like I'm floating but I have nowhere to land. But I don't care, there's just something so freeing with not knowing what comes or what happens next. I feel that way with Atticus. The way that I don't have to worry about what happens to me because there's someone there to figure it out with me. Someone who is as lost as I am. 

His feather-like lips entrap me with their warm embrace as his free hand snakes around my waist. My hands go to his hair and trail down his neck just as he smiles into the kiss. My lips fall open at the slight brush of his tongue begging for an entrance as I welcome him. He entangles himself deeper into me as I push him back to rest on the wall of his closet. 

The warmth leaves me as soon as he pulls away from the kiss just as I was running my hands down his shirt and straight to his pants. I groan as I look up at him, lips slightly swollen, "Why'd you stop...again?"

I'm so tired of this fine ass man edging me...like just fuck me already, what's taking so long?

"No reason at all. I just don't think you're ready to take me yet." Atticus' smug self teases into my ear, playfully biting the lobe. 

"Ugh!" I groan again, "I'm gonna strangle you." My threats were as harmless as a fly to him at the rate I was going at.

Atticus chuckles smugly before responding, "Good luck, hopefully you can find someone that'll tease you the way only I can do." He claimed while teasing my neck with his talented lips as he brought his hands down to squeeze my boobs. I couldn't do anything but throw my head back in pleasure because whether I liked to admit it or not, he had full control of my body. 

He pushes himself off me as he walks over to where his millions of clothes stay hanged. I rest my back firmly on the wall in order to catch my breath with everything that went on in the past five minutes. All of a sudden, his phone made a sound and he reached for it while I watched as a wave of realization returned to his face. 

"How can I forget?" He chuckles and my dumbass looks around his room and the closet to confirm whether or not he's talking to me or not because I have no idea what he's saying or what's going on.

I just rolled my eyes at his statement because clearly he's going mad if he's talking to himself right now. I mean I do talk to myself but most of the time it's not out loud because I don't want it to seem like I just escaped a psych ward when someone walks past me. 

"What?" I finally asked because he obviously wasn't saying anything. 

"We have somewhere to go, sweetheart." He responds playfully. "Let's go."

"W-what are you saying? Who's we?" I ask, dragging myself out of his bedroom and into mine. 

"You and me," Atticus annunciates while following me with his hands on my waist and pulling me into a back hug. "We're going to a party. Aren't you excited?" He jokes.

"Oh, yes, I'm so pumped up!" I say sarcastically, giggling as he plants kisses all over my neck. 

Atticus turns me around and carries me in his arms in the direction of my room door. "You better be because we are going to my brother's welcoming party. You need to get ready. Fast." He lands another smack on my ass and plants a kiss on my nose as he turns around to leave, closing my door behind him.

Now I actually need to get up and do something with myself. Fuck. 

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Sorry it took so long for me to update, beautiful. I've been going through a lot lately....

Chris Evans getting married, Michael B. Jordan not marrying me, Drake and SZA collab, Drake not dropping...again, plus Timothee and Kylie. It just drained me mentally, yk?

I'm joking abt the last part, but all that is still true tho!!

Anywaysssss

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 ➤ 𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐄. 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓. 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐄. &. 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖. 𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪