Page 29 of My Soul for Sale

Atlas grunts before he stills and as his dick twitches inside of me.

“I’m never gonna get over your pussy, baby.” He pulls out and kisses my back.

I groan. “I need a nap. I’ve never come like that.”

“You squirted.” He shrugs like it's not a big deal.

“What! I’ve never…”

“I’ve never made a girl squirt, but it was hot as hell. I plan on making it happen every time. Next time, though, with my tongue.”

Atlas leaves me on the bed and walks into the bathroom, the door shutting quietly behind him. The sound of running water hits my ears and I sigh, knowing I should clean up, but my body feels like jello.

Returning to the bedroom a minute later, Atlas smiles as I roll to my side to watch him intently. A warm rag runs over my core and down my thighs.

"Thank you," I whisper. "I love that you take such good care of me.”

He leans down, kissing my forehead softly.

"I'm gonna go get some coffee," he says, his voice gentle. "Do you want anything?”

I shake my head. "No, I'm exhausted." I yawn. "I think I'm gonna take a nap. I made a cup though, before Rip happened," I add, a small smile tugging at my lips. "It's probably still on the counter if you want it."

Pulling the comforter over me, I snuggle into the cool pillow. With a heavy sigh, I close my eyes, surrendering to the exhaustion.

This morning has been a strange twilight zone, a blur of confusing emotions.

As I drift off, I pray that when I wake up, this awkward feeling will be gone.

Chapter Sixteen

Atlas

Descending the stairs, I enter the kitchen, anticipation rising within me. Like Sloane said, a cup of coffee sits on the counter by the fridge.

My dad is nowhere to be seen, which isn’t surprising, but I need to have a word with him. A loud growl comes from my stomach, and luckily, I find a plate of crispy bacon sitting untouched on the counter. Without hesitation, I snatch a couple of slices and stuff them into my mouth, savoring the salty goodness as I chew.

After checking his bedroom, I check the office. I open the door and stick my head in, finding him hunched over a set of blueprints. The architect sent them over yesterday for the project we’re about to start. He’s studying them so hard, he doesn’t even notice me lingering in the doorframe.

I knock once, announcing myself, before stepping inside. My dad looks up, a knowing look in his eye. Without a word, I shut the door firmly behind me.

He gestures for me to sit down. “I figured it wouldn’t be long until you came down here.”

I settle into the worn leather chair opposite him. “Yeah, kind of expected when you fuck my girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend?” He folds his arms on his desk.

“You know what she means to me. So tell me why she came upstairs with a handprint on her ass and was crying?”

“What did she tell you happened?”

“You fucked her.” I’m trying to stay cool, but his coyness is pissing me off. He’s never acted like this before, so why now? What is it about Sloane that has him so riled up?

“My question is, why did you fuck her? You’ve had no interest in anyone in years and now all of a sudden you fuck Sloane. Why?”

He sighs, rubbing his temples with his index fingers. “I don’t know.”

“What do you mean, you don’t know?”

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