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𝐒 𝐄 𝐕 𝐄 𝐍 𝐓 𝐘 ~ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐕 𝐄 𝐍

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✼ N E V A E H ✼

He was back in less than five minutes with a tray of food and snacks in his hands. In it was my usual, pancakes and waffles with strawberries and blueberries and of course whipped cream. There was a separate bowl of green grapes and a wide variety of chocolates.

"Are you trying to give me diabetes?" I joke, as he sets the tray on my lap and tucks himself into his side of the bed.

"Was it that obvious?" He replied, scooping a handful of grapes and popping it into his mouth.

After a few minutes of nothing but silence with the occasional munching, he turned to me."Can I eat whipped cream off your boobs?" He asks eagerly.

"Depends, can I eat whipped cream off your dick?" I responded almost immediately. I knew it would shut him up almost instantly. 

He looked scared to answer the question so I took it as that. I roll my eyes playfully as he flicks on the gigantic big screen TV right in front of his bed. He glances at me briefly and hands me the remote before returning his attention to the food in front of him. "You know I'm terrible at choosing movies." I argue as I push it back towards him. 

"I wouldn't say terrible..." Atlas countered still munching away on the bowl of fruits. I know he's fucking lying, I wouldn't say I have the worst taste, but my favorite movie franchise was Twilight for the longest time ever. I'll let you determine my movie taste, yourself...

"You can't even look at me when you say that." I point out, grabbing the bowl from him. "Aren't these supposed to be for me, fatty?"

He rolls his eyes, grabbing a handful and then taking the remote back. "You were taking too long to eat it." The impatience of this man.

He put it on The Notebook.

Of course he did.

He has a not so secret obsession with Ryan Gosling, probably even more than I do. I mean, who the fuck wouldn't? Have you seen that man?

Fifteen minutes into the movie, I side eye him as he continues his fan-girling behavior. "He's beautiful isn't he?" I ask jokingly, as he peels his eyes from where they were glued on, which just happened to be Noah. 

What a coincidence. 

"Extremely," Atlas responds shamelessly. 

I laugh lightly, placing the food trays on the bedside table and finding a comfortable position on the bed. Atlas clearly had other plans, none of which he informed me of. He pulled me down lower onto the bed to where he was and placed his head on my boobs, nuzzling his head closer to me before he let out a relaxed sigh. 

"What?" I say after a few moments when I realized he was just staring at me. "Why are you looking at me like a damn creep?"

"You're just so beautiful." He responds with his dimpled smile as his hands caress my currently bloated stomach. He made me feel comfortable in situations like this which is not something I can say about a lot of people I've been with. I didn't feel the need to suck in, to hide, or to cover myself. 

I was just free to be who I was whenever he was around me. He made me feel more confident, appreciated, and admired in my own body. Stretch marks were one of my biggest insecurities, but every time we're together all he does is trace his fingers and kiss them before whispering, "So fucking gorgeous."

I mean when a man is constantly saying those things to you on a daily basis, it's kinda hard to feel the need to cover any part of you up. 

There's just something off to me. Something off about this moment and all the similar moments before. I just can't shake the feeling that something is going to happen. I blame it on my past. It's just that every time something good is happening to me, I feel this constant unnerving feeling deep in my chest telling me it won't last forever. That something major or significant is going to happen and alter everything. 

I'm trying to push it out of my head right now. I don't need that negative energy when I finally feel some sort of happiness in my life. But I just can't shake it. I wish I could just stay in the present moment and not let the past or the future succeed at swallowing me whole but it seems like I always fail at that attempt. 

"What's wrong?" Atlas asks, pausing the movie and sitting up right on the bed. I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't even realize we were a little over an hour into the movie already. He sensed something was wrong, he always did. 

Atlas sensed something a long time ago, at that party when we ran into him. He never asked questions, even though he deserved to know the answer. He was waiting for me to tell him, to tell him who specifically and I couldn't. For the life of me, I just couldn't.

It's not that I'm scared of what he'll do to him when he finds out. I'm scared of what he'll do to me when he finds everything out. 

For now, I'd just like to rest in my safe haven and not worry about the truth. The whole truth I've been hiding from him and everyone here. He deserves to know it, he really does, but I know for a fact that it could ruin everything. 

"Nothing's wrong," I smile, with a little laugh. Lying was too natural to me and I was too comfortable doing it. 

He returned the smile, doubt still not failing to leave his eyes. He laid on his back and outstretched his arms to me, "Come here, baby." He pulls me into his hard chest with his strong arms that wrap around me. I snuggle my head into his neck as his chin rests on my hair as I lightly tug on his chain. 

He places a kiss on my forehead and runs his delicate fingers through my curls while slowly massaging my scalp. "You're okay, my love. As long as you're with me you're okay." Atlas softly whispered as he continued to massage my scalp. 

His phone rings a little while later, "Let me take this real quick, I'll be back." He kisses me again and I get up so he can go outside and answer it. Almost immediately as the door closes, my phone rings and I glance at the unknown number for a little while before answering it on the last ring. 

"Hello?" I say. 

"Nevaeh." I know that voice. I know it better than anything and as much as I wanted to deny it, it still brought me a little bit of comfort after not having heard it in such a long time. 

"Dad." I respond. I try to hide the shock in my voice, but I should've expected this call sooner. It's about time. He wants answers. 

My dad was a very intimidating man to say the least even on the phone. It's almost as if I could hear his 6'2 tall self with his pitch black hair and slightly graying black beard. He still looked pretty fit for his age and I guess that's what's to be expected as the owner of an illegal underground boxing ring. 

"How's that job going?"

Fuck. 

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Hey sexiesss!! I've missed you, ik i've been away (cue Brent Faiyaz) butttt I'm back in business now (I hope). 

Alsooo one very important question: Kendrick, Future, Metro OR Drake and J. Cole?

I think i'm gonna stick with my bbys Jermaine and Aubrey (ik...) but they're literally all my favs bro. 

Anywaysss. Hope you liked this chapter and thanks for reading pretty! 

Love youuuu