[WARNING: This Chapter contains mature content. Proceed with caution.]
Lola should’ve just kept her mouth shut. She should’ve bitten her tongue until it bled, because now his voice kept echoing in her head like a broken record.
Yes.
Yes.
Yes.
Yes, he was interested in her as a woman. And now, in the dim light, Lola’s face was beet red. Her body felt hotter than usual, but she blamed it on the blanket she was hiding under.
Ah... goodness.
Lola mentally clicked her tongue and hissed. She wanted to sleep! But now, she couldn’t. How could she sleep when just behind her was... Atlas? A person who, out of nowhere, was interested in her.
She wanted to assume it was a phase. After all, compared to before, Lola had taken care of herself these past few years. In her eyes, she might not be the prettiest, but she knew she looked decent enough to hold on to the little confidence she had been building for years.
But then again, that guy had seen her without it. In fact, he had seen the worst look she could’ve painted on her face. But the guy never truly showed any interest or any change of reaction to her every look.
Was it the twins? She wondered to herself, and then mildly shook her head.
Goodness, Lola. Just close your eyes and sleep for now. This time, you can’t blame him since he just answered your question. She hissed. I should’ve kept my mouth shut.
Lola forcibly closed her eyes once more and hid herself under the thick blanket. Even though her mind was filled with Atlas, his voice, the way he would look at her, and how his lips still lingered on her skin, she forced herself to sleep.
Thankfully, after minutes of having her eyes closed and not moving an inch, her body began to relax. Lola eventually fell into a deep slumber. But as her sleep deepened, she was slowly pulled into a strange dream.
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Moans echoed in her ears, deep breaths and gasps escaped her lips as her body rocked. A creaking sound would reach her ears in the background, but the weight and pressure on her body made her ignore it. She could feel something pounding her lower body, but all she could feel was pleasure.
A lustful "Ah..." came out, her lower body soaking, dripping with something thick and sticky.
Then, hands. One hand was squeezing one of her breastst hard while the other... felt painful, as if someone’s teeth were clamping down on her nipple. His other hand pressed her wrist over her head, leaving her wide open.
The pounding continued on and on, driving her crazy with each thrust.
Her skin shone with sweat, but so did his. She reached for his back, unknowingly scratching it with her slightly trimmed nails. His skin was sweaty and hot, as if it had come straight from boiling water. Perhaps that was the reason he was growing rougher and rougher, and the rougher he got, the more pleasure she felt.
Soon, along with her moans came his restrained grunts. His hot breath caressed the shell of her ears, and as if angry at something, he bit her earlobe.
"Don’t sleep on me," he whispered, his voice restrained. His lower body thrust in so hard she felt it at the end of her wall. "We’re not done yet."
And like a man of his word, he continued going in and out of her relentlessly. Even when he started jerking off inside her, he didn’t pull out. He kept going and emptying inside her, again and again, and she let him because deep down, this high, this pleasure, this attention he had made her feel made her believe that for once, she was... important, needed, and wanted.
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The next morning, Lola jolted awake, her hand on her throbbing head.
"Ouch..." she muttered, massaging her head as it started feeling pain while she was asleep. It was what woke her up.
After a while, her throbbing head subsided a bit. She opened her eyes, her brows knitting slowly.
"Damn it," she whispered to herself. "Did I... just have a—" wet dream?
Lola snapped her brows up as she intuitively checked on where Atlas lay last night. A deep sigh of relief escaped her, letting herself collapse on the bed.
"What a dream..." she whispered. "It’s quite realistic..."
Her brows rose ever so slowly while thinking about how realistic the dream she had last night was. She couldn’t fully remember all of it, but she did remember the moans and grunts, the relentless pounding, the pressure, the pleasure, the climax.
"Was it a dream?" She whispered to herself, wondering if it was her mind’s wet-dreaming because, apparently, her suitor was none other than Atlas. "Or..."
A tension formed in her throat, almost making her choke and pale. "... was it a lost memory?"
For the longest time, Lola believed there was no way she could’ve gotten herself pregnant. However, the clues showed there were chances she could’ve been even without her knowledge. Did a memory come in the form of a dream because Amala had finally found the person who could be the father of her child?
The very person who could’ve been the reason she had no recollection of how it happened?
Lola closed her eyes, realizing the high of Atlas yesterday had finally subsided. Now, these things were getting her back on track. When she reopened her eyes, she nodded slightly to herself.
"It’s alright," she whispered. "People had judged me for no reason, and they will keep doing so just because."
She got up and snapped her eyes back to where he lay last night. A shallow smile formed on her face as her face softened. After a second, she nodded to herself once more.
"Right," she whispered to herself. "Don’t be afraid, Lola."
There was nothing to be afraid of anymore. However, there was something she would hate. And that wouldn’t be Atlas pulling whatever stunts he could think of, but rather, him ending up hating her.
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"Mommy, Father Sir, bye bye~"
"Bye bye, Chacha, Second," Lola smiled at the twins as they headed inside the school entrance, waving at them. Standing beside her was Atlas, as usual, keeping his hands to himself while watching his children get inside safely.
But before he could say anything, Lola suddenly turned to him.
"There’s something I’d like to discuss with you on our way," she said. "Is that alright?"
Atlas scanned her face first. "Angry again?"
"Haha. No, I’m not," she chuckled. "You might be, though. Let’s go. I also have a meeting to attend."
Having said that, she jumped in the backseat. But before she could close the door, Atlas reached for it and lowered his head.
"Sit in the front," he uttered. "I’m driving."