Rejected Their Broken Luna Chapter 114: Chap-114*Ready To Fill Me.*

Cynthia Dion:

I no longer had to fret about being alone with Atticus as his plans had changed. Atticus, Mr. Holt, and Maleeka all left together after I had helped her get dressed. Maleeka told me that Atticus had informed Mr. Holt of his departure for the border due to worsening weather and electrical issues with the watchtowers. Thus, I didn't need to worry about encountering him. Since Mr. Holt hadn't left me with a cellphone, I had nothing to do and was essentially by myself. The maids and other staff members had already gone to their homes. Later, the guards informed me that due to the severe storm blocking the roads, I would be the only person in the mansion tonight.

I heard the doorbell ring persistently before the lone security guard answered it shortly after midnight. Curious, I peeked out of my door, and when he spotted me, the last person I expected to see stood before me.

"Atticus!" I scowled, "You came ho--why are you soaking wet?" I called out as I stepped outside. He looked chilled from the cold rain, so I shook my head.

I had thought the roads were impassable, so none of the three had been expected to return home.

"I'll go take a shower now." It struck me as odd that he didn't mention the earlier events; perhaps he was indifferent.

"I want to talk to you about something," I said reluctantly. I had promised myself to make him work to communicate with me, but this issue was important.

"Hm?" he responded, rushing into the mansion and approaching me.

"What did your friend find in that folder?" I inquired, and he lifted his head, intensifying his gaze into my eyes. It made me feel a bit uncomfortable. There was something deeply unsettling about his stare at that moment.

"Atticus?" I had to snap my fingers in front of his face to regain his attention.

"Yes? Sorry, I guess I'm too tired to think straight," he stammered as an excuse. "What were you saying?" he asked again, which piqued my curiosity.

"Remember, you mentioned your friend had unlocked the folder? What did he discover?" I repeated my question, this time keen to observe his reaction.

"Oh!" he gulped, "nothing. He actually found nothing," he shrugged, but that didn't make any sense.

"Nothing? How is that possible? Mr. Holt had a secret folder with a passcode on it. There's no way there could be nothing in it. I'm certain there must be something in that folder," I insisted, determined not to let him leave until he answered my burning questions. It didn't add up that he claimed the folder, which had been kept so securely, contained nothing.

"If you consider porn as nothing--that's what it had," he replied, avoiding eye contact. Something about his response didn't sit right with me.

"Are you sure that's all it had?" I had to ask twice because his reaction didn't match his words.

"Yeah! I checked the folder myself," he responded in a dry tone.

"I'll go get cleaned up, Cynthia," he muttered, letting out a deep sigh.

"Can you please find my towels? Maleeka mentioned that you were taking care of the laundry. Can you find one for me?" he added, nearly sneezing. I decided not to press the matter further since he didn't bring it up again himself.

"Sure," I responded grudgingly and watched him make his way back to his room. I had expected him to at least exchange a few words about seeing me with Mr. Holt, but he didn't. So, I assumed he didn't really care at all.

As he walked by me, I couldn't help but sneak a glance at his physique. There was something about his wet hair and broad shoulders in that damp leather jacket that made me feel a bit flustered.

I found his towel in a clean laundry basket. The only explanation I could think of for why his clothes weren't in the closet was that Maleeka had to leave for her appointment. And he was apparently too lazy to take care of it himself.

While I stood outside his room and began knocking on the door, the storm had only worsened by this point.

"I'm in the bathroom," he shouted to let me know he couldn't come to the door. Hearing him call from the bathroom, I turned the doorknob to his room and realized he was indeed in the bathroom.

I informed him from outside, "I'll leave the towel on the bed."

But before I could walk away, I heard him calling for me. His words stopped me in my tracks.

"No!" He casually demanded, "Hand it to me," causing me to roll my eyes. I then gently knocked on the bathroom door.

I took a deep breath and waited for him to open the door.

"Here, take it," I said, holding the towel in my hand.

He just half opened the door for me, and as I tried to squeeze the towel through with my hand, he grabbed my arm and dragged me inside the bathroom. The shower was still running, and the bathroom was completely murky.

Due to the unexpected press against the wall, I had closed my eyes, but when I heard his whisper, my body trembled.

"I couldn’t wait to be with you again."

"Atticus!" My lips let out a dry whisper, but he silenced me when he shoved his tongue in my mouth. I didn’t resist or fight back because I was so thirsty for his touch that the instant his tongue made its way into my mouth, I was sucking it.

He then suddenly pulled his tongue out and licked my cheek, making me shudder miserably. I had no clue what he was planning to do, so I was all ears and waiting for his next step. That’s when he said it himself and made me shriek in shock and astonishment.

"You wanted me to cu* inside you; I came to fulfil your wish," his rough, sexy voice with his intense gaze was something I would never forget.