**** READ 'ON THE ROCKS' BEFORE 'WITH A TWIST'****
She gave up everything for the freedom of others.
She is their everything.
Need I say more?
Started: 26/5/24
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"Get upstairs and strip," I direct to Hazel as soon as Atlas shuts the front door behind us.
Her eyes widen and she hesitates for a second before scampering upstairs.
I turn to Atlas, who is smirking at me.
"What do you have planned?" he asks with a knowing look.
"Think we need to strip some of that brattiness away," I purse my lips mischievously.
"I'll text Andros and Dawson to come home," he pulls out his phone from his suit pocket. I nod at him and walk into the kitchen, grabbing a beer from the fridge.
After a few minutes, Atlas joins me, following me in grabbing a beer.
We sit at the kitchen island and I start to casually scroll through my phone, checking my emails.
"Do you want to go up to her?" Atlas asks me, his own head buried in his phone.
"Not until the others come home," I take a swig of my beer before adding, "Let her wait."
I see him nod his head in the corner of my eye.
It takes about fifteen minutes for the guys to arrive, and as they enter the kitchen with guns drawn, it's safe to say Atlas did not explain why they needed to rush home.
"What the fuck happened?" Dawson asks with a serious expression.
I turn to Atlas, who's staring at them, trying and failing to not laugh.
"What did you say to them, idiota?" I nudge him in the arm.
"That they need to get their asses home right now," he shrugs. Andros and Dawson deposit their guns back into the back of their slacks, sending death glares his way.
"What's going on, then?" Andros asks, noticing our beers and grabbing one for him and Dawson.
"Hazel's been pushing Theo's buttons," Atlas explains, grinning as he takes a swig of his beer bottle.
"What a surprise," Dawson rolls his eyes as he leans over the counter across from us.
"You do realise she tends to be bratty to you when she's horny right?" Andros raises.
"Cazzo, you're right," I stare off into the distance, thinking deeply, before coming up with an idea, "I guess we just won't get her off then."
"I like your thinking, but can we go up now. She is pregnant, after all," Atlas says, standing up.
We all walk upstairs, heading straight to the red room.
I unlock the door first, smirking when I see her kneeling in the middle of the floor, head tilted down.
The perfect submissive.
Her hair is braided, her hands resting on her thighs. Her glowing stomach forms a perfect bump, her clearly showing her pregnancy now.
