Bossnoeul ff <Meant to be mine>

9. Weird feeling

*A knock heard on the door*

Drake : For fuck's sake are you done Atlas .....let me talk to my best friend.

Atlas smirks and speaks loud "yeah .....we are done . But let me make this clear , ' YOUR BEST FRIEND ISN'T GOING ANY WHERE '.

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Rayal totally shocked by what he just heard............."what do you mean" Rayal asks

Atlas smirks and says "you are quite interesting you know??" he sighs in relief "i wont let you go so easily"

Rayal feels excited and scared at the same time. Just before he could respond , atlas gets up from the bed and opens the door. 

Drake gives a weird look to Atlas.

"Jesus, it took you long enough," Drake grumbled, eyeing his friend curiously. "What the hell were you two doing in there?"

The smirk on Atlas's face grew wider as he leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms over his chest. "Oh, nothing much," he replied casually. "Just getting acquainted with Rayal."

Drake's eyes narrowed as he looked between the two of them, suspicion etched on his face. "And by "acquainted," do you mean "acquainted" acquainted, or just casual conversation?"

Atlas chuckled in response, his smirk unwavering. "Oh, we got acquainted in the deepest sense of the word," he said, his voice dripping with innuendo. "We had a very nice bonding session."

Drake's expression turned from suspicious to surprised. "Wait, 'bonding session'? What the hell does that mean?" he asked, looking from Atlas to Rayal and back again.

Atlas chuckled again, this time with a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Oh, you could say it was a very physical bonding session," he said, winking at Drake.

Drake's eyes widened in disbelief. "You've gotta be kidding me," he said, shaking his head in frustration. "Please tell me you didn't-"

"Oh, I definitely did," Atlas interrupted, a smug grin plastered across his face. "And it was a very productive session, I must say.

Drake frowned, clearly sensing the significance in Atlas's statement. "And what exactly do you mean by 'productive'?" he asked, his eyes narrowing.

"Well, let's just say we were doing things that required a lot of physical activity," Atlas replied with a sly grin. "And trust me, it was quite a workout."

Drake raised an eyebrow, not entirely convinced by Atlas's words. "And what kind of 'physical activity' are we talking about here?"

"Oh, you know, just some good old-fashioned cardio," Atlas replied casually. "We were sweating a lot, let's just say that."

Drake rolled his eyes, not entirely buying Atlas's nonchalant attitude. "And you're trying to tell me that this 'cardio' session was all friendly and innocent, right?"

Atlas chuckled, clearly enjoying the game of cat and mouse this conversation had become. "Oh, absolutely innocent. Just two friends helping each other stay in shape, that's all," he said with a smirk.

"Atlas, we've got that mission coming up. We should focus on that instead of your personal life," Drake reminded him, a hint of urgency in his voice.

Atlas rolled his eyes, clearly not pleased with the change of topic. "I know, I know," he said, sighing in frustration. "But can't a man have a little fun on the side, too?"