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Kairi

Mike’s hands were warm, tracing lazy circles on my bare thigh while we both pretended to watch TV. The movie was long forgotten. His lips were trailing slow teasing kisses down to my collarbone, his breath warm against my skin. My nipples were hard and my panties were wet. I loved nights like this with Mike. We’d been fucking around for a few months now. Nothing serious, just stress relief. But I did like him.

I shifted, letting my head tilt back against the couch as his grip tightened.

“I like you like this,” he admitted, his fingers grazing the hem of my shorts.

“Like what?” I breathed, shifting slightly as his hand traveled higher.

“hot for me.” He kissed my jaw, then just below my ear.

I sighed, letting my head tip back as his lips skimmed down my throat. He was taking his time, hands sliding up my back, fingers gripping the fabric of my oversized shirt.

“Take this off,” he murmured, tugging gently.

I let him.

The shirt peeled away, leaving me in just my shorts and a lacy bralette I probably wouldn’t have worn if I had known this was where the night would end up. Mike’s eyes narrowed as he took me in, his hand trailing between my ribs before palming my waist, his thumb skimming the soft skin there.

He leaned in again, his lips barely brushing mine before pulling back.

“You play too much, kiss me” I whispered.

Our mouths met, he kissed me, slow and deep, feeding me his tongue as He sat, pulling me into his lap fully, my knees pressing into the cushions on either side of his hips.

“Damn,” he groaned, his hands gripping the backs of my thighs. “You feel good.”

I smiled against his mouth, letting my hips roll against him, slow, testing.

His fingers dug in harder.

“Yeah, keep moving like that,” he groaned

That made me do it again. His dick was long, hard and thick, pressing into my pussy, the only thing separating us was my shorts. I needed to take them off.

He cursed something under his breath. Tugging the silk down over my right breast and slipping the nipple into his mouth, fresh cream oozed from my pussy.

I was so ready.

Until the door swung open.

There was the sound of heavy boots hitting the floor.

Then a sudden flood of light.

I saw Atlas out of my peripheral.

I jerked back like I had been electrocuted, scrambling off Mike’s lap as I yanked my shirt back over my head.

Mike groaned, rubbing a hand over his face.

Atlas stood in the doorway, looking evil.

I exhaled adjusting my shirt as I shot him an irritated look. “Ashlen isn’t here.” I didn’t bother hiding the attitude in my voice. I was bout sick of Atlas ass.

Atlas shrugged, stepping inside anyway. “I’ll wait.”

Mike had his arm casually resting on the back of the couch, but I could feel the shift in his body language. The sudden tension. It was always there when us three were in a room.

Atlas moved to the chair across from us, taking his sweet time as he sat down, stretching his long legs out in front of him like he had nowhere better to be.

He reached over and flicked on the lamp beside him, filling the room with a warm, golden glow.

“What are we watching?”

Mike let out a short laugh, not at all amused. “Seriously, man, the fuck?”

Atlas just looked at him, expression unreadable. “What?”

Mike scoffed, shaking his head.

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. “A movie,” I answered, dryly.

Atlas leaned forward slightly, elbows on his knees. “Which one?”

I bit my tongue, already tired of whatever this was about to turn into.

Mike shifted beside me, jaw tight. “Man, just put it back on and catch up.”

Atlas smirked, looking completely unbothered. “Alright.”

And just like that, we were all watching a movie together..

Mike didn’t touch me for the rest of the movie.

Atlas barely looked at the screen.

His gaze stayed locked on me.

The whole time.

I could feel it. Heavy. Intentional.

Every time I shifted. Every time I tucked my legs under me. Every time I adjusted my shirt. His eyes followed.

Mike noticed.

He didn’t say anything. But I could feel his irritation building. He kept glancing over at Atlas like he wanted to say something.

Then, the front door swung open again.

Ashlen came in.

I was so happy, until I saw she was drunk.

She stumbled inside, heels clacking against the floor, laughing at nothing at all. When she spotted Atlas, her whole face lit up.

“Baby,” she slurred, making a beeline for him. She practically climbed into his lap, draping herself over him like she belonged there. “I missed you.”

His jaw clenched. His hands hovered like he didn’t know what to do with them.

The flatly he said. “It’s fucking Tuesday, Ashlen. You have class tomorrow.”

Ashlen just giggled, ignoring the irritation in his voice. “So?”

Atlas grunted something, his frustration was written all over his face. Then, without another word, he scooped her up.

She let out a surprised squeal, legs wrapping around his waist like second nature.

He carried her toward the bedroom.

Mike shook his head as soon as the door shut behind them. “This some bullshit.”

I sighed, rubbing my temples. “always.”

Mike turned toward me.

“Can I ask you something?”

I looked at him, wary. “What?”

He ran a hand over his face. Then, dead serious he asked me “Why is he always here?”

I blinked. “What?”

Mike scoffed. “He’s got a big-ass apartment, Kairi. A three-bedroom apartment. So why the hell is he always here? Always up under you? Staring at the side of my head like I did something to him? And that’s when he isn’t fucking gawking at you.”

I stiffened. “Mike—”

“Nah.” The bass in his voice picked up. “Be real with me. Are y’all fucking?”

I froze.

Then—anger.

“What?” I snapped.

“You heard me.” His jaw was tight. “Are you and Atlas fucking?”

I shook my head, my face heating. “No. Why the hell would you even ask me that?”

Mike let out a humorless laugh. “Because I see the way he looks at you. And I see the way you don’t look at him.” He shook his head, his voice getting rougher.

Frustration my stomach roil. “I’m not lying. There’s nothing going on. He’s Ashlen’s boyfriend.”

Mike just stared at me.

He didn’t believe me.

He stood up, running his hands over his face. “I can’t do this.”

My stomach dropped. “Mike—”

He held up a hand. “Nah. I’m not gonna be some idiot sitting here pretending I don’t see what’s right in front of me. You fuck his ass.”

Then, before I could say another word, he grabbed his keys, shot me one last look, and walked out.

The apartment was quiet again.

I was so confused.

I let out a slow, shaky breath, rubbing my temples.

The bedroom door creaked open.

I looked up.

Atlas strolled out and into the kitchen. He grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, twisting off the cap.

Then, casually he said “He doesn’t trust you. You shouldn’t be with someone who doesn’t. And he’s insecure. You deserve better.”

I clenched my jaw. “Go to hell, Atlas.”

He chuckled.

I flipped him off, grabbed the blanket, and laid down on the couch.

The bedroom door clicked shut.