Atlas Lackadaisy Novels & Stories

Atlas put his hands all over me, saying, “I love your pretend toughness.” I giggled. Still, I wondered how Atlas didn’t understand my thoughts. My feigned stubbornness had long melted away. However, I couldn’t control someone as complex as him. “Weren’t you supposed to leave next week?” I asked, “Why are you leaving tomorrow?” “Our schedules are different. I must also go to Cadrela,” Atlas replied while kissing me, “When I’m not around, stay away from those who covet you.” "Don't be ridiculous. Why don't you mention how many people are chasing after you?" I teased and pushed him playfully. I felt uncomfortable when Harmony said she would go to Jitador next week. Thinking about her fawning ov

You kept up your pace and were kissing and biting my neck until I had another orgasm, gaining another sigh from me. Atlas exhaled slowly, leaning back just slightly, though not enough to release the weight of his presence. “I like the idea,” he admitted, his tone careful, almost cautious. His words were simple, but the heat behind them was unmistakable. I could feel it in the way his eyes darkened, how the energy in the room shifted as if charged with static.

, Atlas replied. “Why are you playing with me now that I am here?", Bayata asked. “Sure, but first daddy wants you to rest and eat. After that I would play with you as much as you like", he replied, placing her gently on the couch . “I'll leave you guys to it”, Atlas said finally giving me this bombastic side eye look. I knew immediately that he was upset but I chose not to think about it. Whatever that was upsetting him is his luck and he should deal with it himself.

They love it, buying a house away from all the New York noise and settling for a beautiful home out in the country. "Ok, I guess it's time we make our way out before we lose our plane. You guys ready? Say bye to mom and dad?" Loretta says to Aiden and Emily. They stand, Aiden is a bit reluctant to turn off his game until Jake gives him the look. He gets serious, but honestly Aiden has just as big of a temper as he does. Aiden turns off his console and walks towards us.

But do not blame me, it feels like I am in the middle of a dream that I had never imagined would come true. Atlas held me up and sat down putting me on his laps as his eyes dug directly in to mine. “Why does this seem so unreal to you? Is it because of how weird I am?” He asked me. “What? You’re not weird!” I protested. He scoffed and rolled his eyes. I have never seen him doing that before. “Yes I am!” “No, you’re not.” I insisted. Atlas sighed. “I am weird and you know it. I act like a ghost. No emotions, no expressions, I am weird.” He said.

Heather's response held a hint of amusement, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint as she made her way to join Atlas. After a seemingly interminable wait, Heather's phone buzzed with a message from Atlas. "Sorry I took so long, I got lost. This building is huge. Are you hungry?" Heather read the message and couldn't help but smile, her anxiety dissipating in his presence. "Probably, what am I, a snake?" Heather's witty retort elicited a chuckle from Atlas, and he couldn't help but admire her quick wit. After some damn good waiting moments of Heather, the man finally showed up.

I hope that pretty widow is smart enough not to actually ally with Dylan and sign her own death warrant. … After the subordinate left, Atlas’s phone buzzed. Seeing the caller ID, his rough face softened with a hint of indulgence as he answered. "Missing me, baby?" Atlas answered sweetly, his tough-guy persona melting away. On the other end of the line, a sweet, sultry voice whined, "Baby, you haven't been visiting lately. Have you found someone new?" Atlas chuckled. "You're my one and only, my little star. Be patient, baby. Once I take care of some big business, I'll spoil you properly."

Atlas and Lance are sitting together, sipping drinks, when a group of girls rush up to them. They’re all smiling and giggling at Atlas, but the grumpy man just ignores them. He acts like they don’t even exist. “Whatever,” one girl rolls her eyes and walks away. “You think you’re the prize?” another scoffs, clicking her tongue. “I’m married,” he finally speaks, flashing his ring. “And my wife is very… not friendly.” “Oh, so you’re the loyal type, huh?” another jokes, biting her lip. “Loyal men turn me on,” one whispers, winking at him.

At first I was just watching. *]:pointer-events-auto scroll-mt-[calc(var(--header-height)+min(200px,max(70px,20svh)))]" dir="auto" data-turn-id="03b34ae8-9022-40fa-9f53-0220221df68d" data-testid="conversation-turn-428" data-scroll-anchor="false" data-turn="assistant"> Atlas moved like a storm in the cage. Fast. Violent.

She asks, sounding very genuine. Atlas smirks, "Bewilderment? I am not afraid of you or turned off by you. I am just bewildered because the sudden laughter is not something that I expected at all. But I also have my own little eccentricities and idiosyncrasies that make me unique." "I respect other people when I see, hear or feel their own brand of weirdness. So, from one weirdo to another - please help me escape from here. The fate of the pack lies on my leaving here as soon as possible." Atlas pleads.