Chapter 5

A/N: Mature content, 18+ sex scenes ahead!

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Without further ado, he positioned himself at her entrance and pushed forward with a force that made Heather gasp in both pain and ecstasy. Their bodies met with a primal connection that sent shockwaves of pleasure through them both.

Heather's body trembled as Atlas thrust into her, his cock filling her tightness. The mixture of pain and pleasure sent waves of sensation coursing through her, making her moan in a way she never had before. Her nails dug into his back, leaving red marks that would be reminders of their encounter.

Atlas continued to pound into Heather, his movements becoming more aggressive and urgent. It was as if he was trying to reclaim a lost territory, claiming her as his own. Heather felt a surge of power coursing through her veins, fueled by the intoxicating mix of pain and pleasure.

But amidst the intense physicality, there was a lingering hesitation in Heather's mind-an uncertain whisper that questioned whether this was what she truly wanted. She had never experienced anything like this before-a raw, primal connection with someone who didn't hold back.

As Atlas quickened his pace, Heather's doubts began to melt away under the forceful onslaught of sensation. The pleasure mingled with each thrust, erasing any trace of reluctance or hesitation from her thoughts. All that mattered now was this moment-their bodies entwined in a primal dance of desire.

"Fuck," said Heather. "Ugh."

Atlas' thrusts became more erratic as he pushed her closer to the edge. His grip on her hips tightened, leaving marks that matched the intensity of their union.

"Fuck," Heather moaned louder. The pleasure overwhelmed her senses, erasing any lingering doubts or hesitation from her mind. She surrendered completely to Atlas' dominance, craving his raw touch and commanding presence.

But just as Heather was on the brink of reaching orgasm, Atlas abruptly pulled out of her. A mix of disappointment and confusion washed over Heather's face.

"What the fuck?" she exclaimed, her voice laced with a hint of frustration. "Why did you stop?"

Atlas smirked at Heather's reaction, relishing in the power he held over her desires. He took a step back and unzipped his pants, releasing a stream of his hot juice onto Heather's awaiting body.

Right after they had sex, Atlas fell asleep, and the last thing he said was, "I will court you, Heather, until you give me your sweetest 'yes.'"

Heather put her underwear and bra back on. Atlas had been lying on the beach, asleep on the blanket they had laid out.

"You're a nice guy, Atlas, but we're both broke, working hard to meet our personal needs. You're just a driver and an errand boy, while I want to become wealthy. I know that, just like you, I'm not ready to commit to love yet. I'll prioritize myself," Heather said as she left Atlas. She left him there, him who is pretending to be asleep, with the empty bottles of alcohol beside him.

He heard everything.

Crystal clear.

If they watched the sunset yesterday, today they were awakened by the bright sunrise. Atlas rose immediately as he felt the gentle caress of the ocean waves kissing his feet. He looked around for Heather and found her sleeping inside the car.

"Heather, you have 13 missed calls from your director," Atlas calmly informed her in his deep voice.

Heather's world turned upside down upon processing that information. "Oh my gosh! I'm late for the shoot! They're looking for me, there's a director's call today. I need to be there."

"Alright, I'll take you."

Atlas drove Heather to the shooting location and then headed home to freshen up. Upon arriving home, he received a message from Heather: "Thank goodness I didn't get scolded by the director, haha! Thank you for the ride."

Atlas smiled to himself. What Heather didn't know was that he had texted the director and told him they were together, ensuring she wouldn't get into trouble.

Two weeks had passed, and Atlas continued his courtship of Heather. After some persistent wooing, Heather finally agreed to let him pursue her. She allowed Atlas to go above and beyond in his efforts to win her over - flowers, chocolates, travel, fancy restaurant dinners, and more. Atlas did everything in his power to make Heather feel special, and he cherished every moment of it.

Time flew by quickly for Atlas, and he was surprised to find that it was already 5 PM. It was time to go.

Although he wanted to pick up Heather promptly, rush hour had begun, leaving him with no choice but to endure the traffic.

After an hour of navigating through the congested streets, he finally arrived at the set. However, Heather was nowhere to be found. Thankfully, he decided to call the director.

"Where's Heather? Did you change the shooting location?" Atlas inquired.

"Oh, no, Sir Atlas. We finished early today. Heather asked for permission to leave, saying it was her friend's birthday," the director replied over the phone.

"Do you know where she went?" His thoughts and worriment started building up.

"Yes, Sir Atlas. I have her send me her location, so I can track her movements and ensure she arrives home safely. Let me forward her location to you."

"Thank you," Atlas said, feeling relieved that he wouldn't have to guess where Heather had gone.

He ended the call and contemplated that Heather might be celebrating a birthday party. If the shooting had indeed finished early, there was a chance she was already enjoying drinks with friends. He needed to make sure she got home safely.

Minus five minutes to eight, Atlas arrived at the location provided by Heather's director. It was an impressive house, not too far from Mr. Connor's, giving off an air of wealth and opulence.

Soon, he spotted a man exiting the gate, followed by Heather. Atlas got out of his car upon seeing her, holding a bouquet of flowers for her.

"Why did you follow me? I told you, I was just picking up my gift from you. I forgot it in the car," the man said, smiling and joyfully addressing Heather.

Who the hell is this guy? Atlas' wondered on the back of his mind.

"Why didn't you bring it inside?" Heather replied with a smirk.

"Well, I was planning for a road trip for us later! Wait," he responded and opened the car door to retrieve the gift for Heather.

"Wow! It's still nicely wrapped," Heather exclaimed, her face beaming.

"Let's go inside," the young man suggested, tugging Heather towards the house.

Atlas followed them. The gate had been left open, so he freely entered the man's residence.