"Mommy, are we really going there on the weekend?"
"Are you really going to come with us?"
"Is that a promise?"
"Mommy, a promise is a promise. You will not break it, will you?"
Lola thought of the twins’ questions before she tucked them into bed, smiling at the expectant look they had given her. Just from their expressions, she knew their hearts would be broken if she didn’t fulfill the promise.
After all, unlike what she expected — that they would request to go to outer space — the twins asked for something very simple. So simple, she wasn’t sure if it broke her heart or brought her relief, since it was something achievable.
Leaning against the railing on the second floor of the penthouse, she stared at the person who had just arrived.
Damn it...
Lola cupped her face, watching Atlas take off his blazer and drape it over the armrest of the couch. After that, he quietly unbuttoned his sleeves.
"Goodness," she whispered, tilting her head with her palm still pressed against her cheek. "I shouldn’t be wasting my brainpower thinking about this, but just look at that guy — wow."
"I know, right? He’s so dreamy... wow, just look at that. I can see the outline of his body through that shirt."
Lola froze, slowly sliding her eyes to the corner, only to catch Slater copying her. He was also leaning against the railing, arms on it, his hand cupping his face, his rear sticking out.
Slater grinned at her, like her little guardian devil, catching her fantasizing about Atlas. "Sis, I just caught you admiring my brother. Wedding, when?"
"Slater, for your information, I am a very — VERY observant person. So sometimes, you’d catch me looking at someone like this," she mused shamelessly, as if he hadn’t just heard her comment. Lola cleared her throat and pursed her lips, watching Atlas walk from the lobby to the kitchen.
He wasn’t gone long before he came back with a glass of wine in hand, sitting down in his usual spot. As always, Atlas scrolled through the tablet while taking sips of wine.
"Wow..." Slater and Lola muttered in unison, catching themselves looking at each other.
"What?" Slater blinked. "It’s my first time actually watching my brother like this. Didn’t know he’s this elegant."
Lola narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously before setting them back downstairs. "Elegant?" she hummed. "You call this elegant?"
"Sis, even if you say that, I can smell your pretentiousness from here." He scrunched his nose. "It’s okay. No one’s going to blame you if you admire him just a little."
"I’m not being pretentious, though," she twirled her finger around her loose hair. "I mean, he’s not that bad."
Slater’s face twisted even more — not because Lola was deliberately downgrading his brother, but because of her pretentious giggle. Shaking his head, he refocused his attention on Atlas.
For the next few minutes, they didn’t say anything as they just watched Atlas’s every movement. And each time, they couldn’t help but let out a united, "Wow..." as if they were watching a circus act.
"That’s AWE," Slater remarked while she nodded. "A-Atlas, W-Watlas, E-Etlas."
"Wow, Slater." Lola nodded, eyes still on Mister AWE. "Didn’t know you’re kinda smart."
"..."
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: The Billionaire Twins Need A New Mommy!