Calliope was a nobody. Hard working. Has dreams. She wanted to make something of herself. She wanted to beat the norms of settling down in her hometown. Everything changed when she applied at Jones Atelier Inc. and met Atlas Jones. She discovers that there’s much more to life and self discovery than she expected. Atlas introduces her to a world full of possibilities and desire. A relationship she never expected to have. And one she intends to keep, but at what cost. Will she be able to steal her bosses heart?
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~K. Lyn Leigh Prologue… My name is not important. I am no one. I'm just a young woman, fresh out of college, in a large city, working at a company as an intern until I can make it. The way society treats us is imaginable to the normal mind. Those who choose to stay at home and continue in the cycles that continuously repeat every generation live in a generalized bliss. They never dare to choose the one risk that could make or break a person…to leave. For those of us who want to but can't not only deal with troubles of being different at home, but we do end up taking the chance which leads to the truth for us all… the complete and utter alienation of our identities. Some would think “That's impossible!”, but little does anyone know that leaving a place that has contributed to the identity you once had can also in fact cause you to change the views you have on yourself, like who you really are. Deep down you know portions of who you are, your qualities, traits, and of course your failures. However, you aren't really yourself until you can step away from everything you think has made you who you are. When you think about it, and look at the memories of playing as a child or getting that first medal, they are only small portions. Being around your family builds your character and they are supposed to be the ones who help teach you that you have a support system and how the world is supposed to work after you settle down. But they couldn't be more wrong. What happens after you get married and have kids? You raise them, work hard, and help them become functioning adults. They'll move out and start their own families, and most likely be nearby. And the cycle will continue. When did you ever get the chance to actually see your full potential? You never did and never would. There are those who would also argue how they got out for a few years and missed family and moved back. Which is perfectly fine by all means. Only a few years though? Hows that enough to even grow and challenge yourself. Such thoughts leave me in the predicament I'm in now, away from home, in Seattle, staring at the rain pouring down from me at the bus stop. The lights are dim in the distance and the one nearest me is flickering with the small gusts of wind. No other cars on the streets by this small hotel. It's just the first stop I have to make on my journey. My cold feet are nearly frozen from standing as long as I have in this weather. So I slowly make my way to the check in desk, with only three thoughts in my head. I'm cold. I'm alone. I am no one.I woke up with his arms still around me.His chest rose and fell against my back, warm and steady, but there was a stiffness to the way he held me now — like his body remembered comfort but his mind was already elsewhere. I didn’t move. I just laid there, listening to the quiet beat of his heart, pretending nothing had changed since the night before.But everything had changed.I’d said it.I told him I loved him.And he didn’t say it back.Not really. Not in words.Instead, he gave me pieces. A look. A kiss. A confession without the name. And I told myself it was enough. I tried to believe that. But the ache in my chest said otherwise.Slowly, I slipped out of bed, careful not to wake him. My feet touched the cool floor, grounding me as I padded toward the kitchen. The morning air was crisp, cutting through the fog in my brain. I filled the kettle, placed it on the stove, and reached for the pills the hospital gave me — anti-nausea, prenatal vitamins, iron supplements.I stared at th
That night I was thinking to myself. I had to tell him that I loved him. I just. I didn’t know how to do it. He was cuddling me, tracing circles on my arms. And I turned around to look at him. He kissed me. Something we’ve done so often now that it’s second nature. We can never keep our hands to ourselves when we’re alone. He was taunting me. Slowly. Making me forget every thought. He rolled on top of me, still not breaking our kiss. He kissed my neck. My chest. My stomach. All the way down until he captured my pussy in his mouth. I moaned at the pleasure he was giving me. “You taste so sweet little one. So wet for me. Your delicious pussy always craving for my touch, my kisses, my love” he said as he dove back in to feast on me. Like I was the best desert he ever had. His mouth never left my skin. Every kiss was a promise, every stroke of his tongue a devotion I didn’t know how to return. Not yet. But Goddess, I wanted to.I tangled my fingers in his hair, my back arching as he devo
One, Two, Three. There they are. Goddess how could I even tell him that I’m pregnant let alone that we are expecting not one, not two, but THREE of them! I haven’t even had the guts to tell him I loved him yet. I was planning to do it during our dinner a few days ago, but the smell of my food made me sick and we left early. I put the ultrasound photo in my purse. When the time is right, I’ll tell him. As soon as I put my purse down, he came back in the room with some food and drinks. “I thought you wouldn’t want to eat hospital food, so I had some delivered” he said. Looking at me carefully, “how are you feeling?”. “I feel better now that they gave me some medication” I said with a smile. “Good, so, I have some plans for us once you’re feeling better and I can’t wait for the surprise. You’ll love it” he said returning my smile. We sat down and ate in silence. The doctor returned shortly after we both finished our food. “Miss Blackwood, you seem to be doing much better now, and I thi
~2 months later~The press has been relentless. Always trying to snap photos of me. Of Atlas. Of us together. We always made the headlines. “CEO Atlas Jones and new girlfriend Calliope Blackwood” “Calliope Blackwood, A Gold Digger?” Atlas eventually decided to hold a press conference to address the issues publically. I haven’t been feeling good lately. I’m laying on the couch cuddled up with not so small Titan watching it live. “To address the topics of discussion revolving around me and my girlfriend, she is in fact not what you have been thinking. Calliope is the daughter of family friends who lost her parents at the age of 3 due to a car accident. She was found miles away in another city and placed up for adoption. The only clue to her identity, being the name written on the inside of her shoes. She and I have been engaged from the moment she was born, in a written contract. And we have both decided to honor our parents wishes, especially with the connection that we have together.
“Atlas, what is this” I asked. Looked at me, holding my hand, and lifted it up to his lips. He kissed the ring and said “a promise”. “A promise? What kind of promise?” Still holding my hand, he began to rub circles on my skin. “The kind of promise where I will always take care of you. I will honor our parents wishes for us, if that’s what you end up choosing. It’s what I would like as well. I know you may not love me, yet at least, but I do have feelings too. And this is me acting on them in one of the only ways that I can publicly, until you choose to accept me. Unless of course you choose not to accept anything between us. Which I really hope you don’t go with that option” he said. “Oh Atlas, things have been really fast. That part is true. But I’ve been wondering what we are. What we’re doing. What’s between us. And I’m still figuring that out. But the last thing I’d do is deny any feeling so have towards you. The ring is perfect. Thank you” I said. He smiled at me then, and kiss
I woke up feeling amazing. It was still dark out through the window. And I was warm and cozy under the blankets. I nestle into the bed further and back into something warm and firm. I nearly jumped out of the bed when I heard a chuckle. “Relax little one. Don’t move” he said as he wrapped his arm around me to bring me closer to him. I melted at the contact. He started playing with my hair. I started to fall back asleep when I heard him whisper “Happy Birthday little one”. I was drifting in and out of sleep when I felt the pressure in my lower stomach grow. My pussy felt too good. His tongue gently and slowly teasing my folds and my clit. He started sucking on me. Placing a finger inside of me slowly. Making me wake up completely. I moan at the intrusion of my core. He moaned into me after he added a second finger. Massaging me from the inside. He alternated the movements of his fingers bringing me closer and closer to my climax. I shattered. Glad that I’m the only one on this floor s
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