Chapter 4

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

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"No! I'll just walk!" Heather resisted, trying to wriggle out of Atlas' firm grasp. "Atlas, let me go!"

The young man effortlessly helped the girl into the car and placed her in the passenger seat, the door clicking shut with ease.

Atlas pulled the door shut. "Come on, where are you headed? Just tell me."

"Take me here," the girl said, rolling her eyes at Atlas and showing him the address on her phone screen.

"Sure thing, madame," Atlas replied, keeping his cool and maintaining his easygoing demeanor.

After a few minutes, they arrived in front of a towering building. Heather got out of the car, leaving Atlas behind, not knowing that she was being followed.

An hour and a half later, a happy Heather returned, looking for Atlas. She entered the car, which had been waiting, and noticed that he was carrying some takeout food from a fast-food joint.

Excited to share her news, she began, "You won't believe it."

"Believe what?" Atlas asked.

"I passed, damn it! Shooting starts tomorrow!" Heather was ecstatic.

"That was fast!" Atlas shared in her joy.

"Yes, super fast!" Heather exclaimed, accidentally kissing Atlas on the cheek in her excitement.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing?" Heather questioned when she saw Atlas' surprise.

"You're always like this. You can kiss my cheek, and I won't stop you. But when I do it, you don't like it."

Heather laughed at Atlas' sulky expression. "Let's just eat the food you brought."

While Heather happily enjoyed her meal, Atlas couldn't help but think about everything that had happened earlier. Little did the girl know that this young man had connections with the director and producer Heather had auditioned for. Both of them owed a huge debt of gratitude to this producer and the director because when they had nothing, these individuals had helped them. So, when they learned that Atlas was the new CEO of Daze Inc., the company behind the popular streaming platform Daze, they had readily agreed to his request.

Atlas was indeed the new CEO of Daze, the streaming platform founded by Mr. Connor. Mr. Connor had decided to leave everything to Atlas. He trusted the young man's abilities, knowing he was intelligent and wouldn't disappoint.

"So, how's your boss?" Heather asked, breaking Atlas out of his thoughts.

"He's okay," Atlas replied, not elaborating further.

He chose not to tell her what had been on his mind earlier. The days continued with both of them staying busy. Atlas would drop Heather off for her shoots in the morning and pick her up in the evening. Several weeks had passed.

It was the weekend, and Atlas called Heather. He found out there was no shoot today, so they decided to go out. They finished all their respective tasks and met up.

By the time they went out, it was already afternoon, and they decided to go to the beach. They brought some drinks and food, agreeing to share the expenses. They watched the sunset, chatting and enjoying their drinks.

"Ever since you got that lead role, you've been so busy. And you're even more beautiful," Atlas commented.

"Yeah, it's been really busy. What about you? Still a driver and Mr. Connor's cook?"

Atlas didn't respond but remained silent.

"When is your series going to be released?" Heather asked.

As they sat there, gazing at the picturesque sunset, their playful banter filled the air with laughter. Heather took a sip from her drink, her eyes twinkling mischievously.

"It's going to be a while, probably after Christmas. January or February, something like that, I'm not sure," Heather replied.

"I'll wait for it," Atlas said.

"Will you watch it?" Heather asked.

"Why not?" Atlas replied.

"Tsk, you're just gonna tease me. You'll take pictures from my baddest angles and laugh at my awful face," Heather joked.

"How did you know?" Atlas chuckled.

"You know, Atlas," she began, "filming for my show might take a while, maybe even until after Christmas. It's a bit of a waiting game."

Atlas leaned back, his hands resting behind him in the warm sand. With a playful grin, he retorted, "Well, Heather, waiting for something good is never a waste of time. I'm all in."

Heather raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a sly smile. "Oh, really? But, will you really watch it? Or will you, you know, like what I said, just make fun of my on-screen antics? Fuck you for that."

"Whoa! Well..." Atlas pretended to ponder this, stroking his chin dramatically. "Hmm, let me think. Should I take embarrassing screenshots and send them to all my friends? Or should I be the supportive, uhm, friend? And cheer you on?"

Heather couldn't contain her laughter. "Ha! I knew it! You'd be the ultimate troll."

Atlas laughed along with her, his eyes filled with warmth. "You've got me all figured out, Heather. But you know what? I'll be your biggest fan and your number one critic."

Heather's teasing demeanor softened as she looked into Atlas' eyes. "You're something else, you know that?"

With a gentle smile, Atlas leaned in a bit closer. "And you're something extraordinary, Heather. That's why I like you."

"Okay?" Heather replied.

"I like you, Heather. I really like you," Atlas confessed.

"Are you drunk?" Heather teased.

Atlas kissed her, and they shared a passionate kiss. Atlas began to undress Heather.

"Atlas, you're my first," Heather said.

"I like you, Heather," Atlas repeated.

They continued in the flow of their passionate feelings, like the waves in the sea, heading toward one destination, and that's where they ended up.

"Atlas, you're my first," she whispered, her voice trembling.

Atlas hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to react. This was uncharted territory for him. He had never been with someone so innocent and naive. But his desire overpowered his reservations.

"I want you, Heather," he repeated, his voice dripping with lust.

They continued their passionate kiss in the rhythm of their bodies, like waves crashing against the beach. The air was thick with anticipation as Atlas skillfully undressed Heather, revealing her naked form.

His hands explored her curves, leaving trails of desire in their wake. With each touch, Heather's moans grew louder and more desperate. She surrendered herself completely to the pleasure that Atlas offered.

As he hovered over her spread legs, Atlas couldn't help but feel a surge of power coursing through his veins. He knew what she wanted, what she needed.