Rejected Their Broken Luna Chapter 124: Chap-124*His Birthday Gift*

Cynthia Dion:

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"Ugh!" He kept trying to make me look bad. I grimaced at the screen in annoyance. If I wanted a peaceful day without his interruptions, I had to follow his instructions.

I forced a smile and headed outside to bid them farewell. In simpler terms, Mr. Holt was eager for me to join so he could enjoy the show. I paused near the exit, where they were waiting.

"Have a safe journey," I muttered, observing Maleeka scoff and roll her eyes without acknowledging me.

There are excellent doctors nearby, so I don't understand why people would travel so far to see one. But I guess Mr. Holt made that decision, and Maleeka had to go along with it.

"It's time to bid farewell," Mr. Holt said, placing his arm around Maleeka's waist and giving me a bow, his eyes locked on my lips.

As I watched him approach, my heart raced in my head. I thought he was about to kiss me, but when he smirked, I began to step back.

He straightened up and grinned, saying, "Thanks for playing with my dick last night."

I shifted uncomfortably, releasing my phone as he slyly grabbed it from my hand. After thoroughly annoying me, he left the house to join Maleeka in the car. I was seething with anger as I watched them drive away.

I know he wasn’t really convinced that I had touched his dick; he was simply glad to repeat it loudly.

I spun around and bumped into someone I didn't expect.

"Ohh! Atticus!" I whispered, realizing he had overheard Mr. Holt's rude remark.

He tilted his head, wearing a sarcastic smile on his lips and a look of disbelief on his face. "You played with his what?"

"He's just trying to provoke me," I quickly defended myself, saying, "He enjoys getting under my skin. I'd never be unfaithful to you," I added, raising my voice to sound confident.

He stepped back from me and said, "Ah, I just got back."

"You didn't stay home overnight?" I frowned, gently asking. He seemed a bit confused, perhaps Mr. Holt's comment and my failure to clarify the situation in front of Mr. Holt had given him the wrong idea.

"Nope," he answered, "I'll be in my room resting now." He turned away without another word.

"Atticus!" I hurried in front of him, blocking his way, and anxiously studied his expression.

"What's going on? Do you really think I touched him that way?" I asked, my eyes filled with sadness. I was working so hard to make him believe in my honesty, and I couldn't let it all be ruined by a misunderstanding.

"No!" He put his hands in his jacket pockets and sighed, "it's just... you haven't done anything like that with me."

He gently touched my cheek, and I started to feel better.

"I'm serious. You've never shown me that you're willing to go to great lengths to make me happy by doing something for me. I opened up to you as you asked, and I committed to you, but you..." He trailed off, shaking his head disapprovingly, which left me with a strange feeling.

"What do you want me to do?" I asked, feeling a bit pressured, though I couldn't object, having argued with him before about my need for satisfaction.

"Do something erotic. Something Cynthia wouldn't do for anyone else," he said, looking at my face with a faint grin, leaving me wondering about his expectations.

I grinned foolishly and chuckled awkwardly, "I'm not sure what you mean."

"Quit smiling like that because I'm serious. I genuinely feel very neglected when it comes to you," his tone surprised me. He sounded genuinely upset.

"Tell me what you want me to do; you hardly ever do anything for me," I finally made up my mind to do whatever it took to prove my love for him.

I'd be tormented every night if he didn't accept me before Mr. Holt noticed the mark on my neck, so why not spend every night with the person I cared about?

He grinned and withdrew his hands from his pockets, running his fingertip along my dress and touching my chest, saying, "I enjoy things that send shivers down my spine."

I bit my bottom lip in response to the fast onset of goosebumps and fixed my gaze on his finger.

"I’m not simply interested in having sex with you," He smiled and came closer, running his finger up my neck, saying, "I want to experience everything with you."

"How about not wearing any clothing whenever we are alone in this mansion?" I gasped in shock as he murmured into my face.

"Atticus!" I stepped back while fumbling with my finger as he continued to speak, leaving me perplexed by his requests.

"What? I have upset my dear sister for you and you can’t even do that much for me?" His voice was dripping with displeasure. He shook his head and buried his face in his hands, pouting, "She didn’t even remember my birthday and you---."

"That’s not it. I can do anything for you," I said, being honest with him. I realized that he loves me and only me when he spotted me with the oil bottle and didn’t even accuse or suspect me of anything.

He added, "I have severed ties with all of my friends for you, Cynthia."

I felt bad for not being able to gratify him as he said, "I have left everything and everyone that I ever knew for you."

His voice was full of hopelessness.

"That’s not it. I can do that for you when they are not at the mansion, which is the problem since there are typically maids everywhere around us all the times," I grinned when I discovered it wasn’t that horrible. Not that he hadn’t seen me naked before.

I gasped at him when he said, "You are not getting my point. I love the little humiliation factor."

To say I was shocked would be an understatement. I didn't anticipate that he had that kink.