Daughter of oblivion: Claimed by four alpha(s)-Chapter 146 - 144: Sexy pictures...

The city lights of Chicago shimmered beyond the rain-glazed window, tall buildings glowing like distant stars as Oliver finally stepped into his apartment.

He exhaled tiredly as he clicked the door shot behind him. The familiar silence of the house enveloped him

He loosened his tie first. Then slipped out of his suit jacket, the fabric falling effortlessly from his shoulders. He draped it across the edge of the bed, running a hand through his hair as he rolled his neck.

The meeting had been long, tiring one. Burdened with numbers, projections, and endless questions from investors who wouldn’t stop circling around him like vultures. Sometimes he just wants to run away from responsibilities. But, who would he leave them for? He was only the child of his parent, who loved and cherished him too much to bear another child.

But still with all the burden, he held his own confidence, even when it drains him.

His fingers brushed the top button of his shirt, ready to undo it when his phone lit up. Snapping him out of his thoughts.

When he glanced at the screen and saw Athena’s name, a tired smile broke across his face. The kind of smile that could make even a man trip.

The more he stared at her name, the wider his smile became.

After what felt like eternity, Oliver picked the call. "...O-Oliver?"

God... Her voice. A little breathless, a little shy, soft around the edges like she wasn’t expecting him to call. They could raise even the dead.

His exhaustion melted instantly.

"Well, hello to you too, sweetheart," he drawled, voice dropping into that low, warm tone he only used with her. "You miss me already?"

There was a soft rustle over the phone, as if Athena had scrambled to sit up properly.

"Should I... deny it?" she whispered, and he could practically see her... eyes down, fingers twisting her blanket, with warm cheek.

Oliver’s laugh came out low and genuine. "No," he said gently. "Because I miss you too."

He paused for a heartbeat. "Miss you so much it hurts, sweetheart."

Athena sucked in a deep breath. "I miss you too." Her voice cracked, just a little.

He closed his eyes, sinking onto the edge of his bed. "You have no idea," he continued, tone dropping into something warm and intimate, "how hard it is being away from you."

She exhaled shakily. "Then... come back soon."

"Oh, I will," Oliver murmured, his smile turning slow and wicked. "You know what I’m going to do the second I get back?" He didn’t wait for her to answer. "I’m going to pin you to the nearest wall and kiss you until you forget how to stand." 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

Athena’s breath caught. But... Oliver didn’t seem to have finished. "Then I’ll drag my mouth down your neck... bite that spot that makes you gasp...

and take my damn time ruining every inch of you until you’re shaking."

Athena’s knees nearly buckled. But, she managed to say. "Can you... can you not say stuff like that without warning?"

"Oh?" He smirked through the phone. "Did I make you flustered, sweetheart?"

"No," she lied immediately. "You wish."

He chuckled low in his chest, clearly enjoying teasing her. "I can hear your heartbeat from here, Athena."

"Impossible."

"Doll," he laughed, "if I were there right now, you’d be hiding your face in my chest."

"I would not!"

"And saying, ’Oliver, shut up’ while you’re bright red."

Athena opened her mouth...and absolutely nothing came out except a small, frustrated sound.

Oliver laughed in victory. "Oh, I’m definitely right," he purred. "You only get this defensive when you’re turned on."

"OLIVER!" she snapped, scandalized, flustered and furious all at once.

He laughed, warm and wicked.

"O-Okay, Oliver... enough teasing," she said, her voice soft but firm, a little embarrassed. "...How was work? Are you okay?"

Oliver wanted to tease her a little bit more, but he decided to spare her a little.

He let out a long, tired sigh that rumbled through the phone. "Exhausting," he admitted. "Stressful meetings, endless negotiations... my brain feels like it’s been run through a grinder. I just..." He paused, the faint warmth in his voice softening. "...I just wanted to hear your voice now."

Her chest warmed despite the fluttering heat still in her cheeks. "You sound tired," she said softly. "...Don’t overwork yourself. You have to rest too."

He chuckled lightly, a low, almost purring sound. "You’re always looking out for me, huh? I guess I have no choice but to obey."

Athena smiled faintly, a small but genuine one this time. "...How about you? How’s school?" he asked, curiosity in his voice.

She blinked, thinking for a moment. "It’s... fun. A bit stressful, but mostly fun. We finished this big project today, and... well, I think it went okay." Her voice brightened slightly.

"Mhm," Oliver murmured, the tone lighter now. "...I’m glad you’re doing well. You always make it look effortless, but I know it’s not."

Athena’s fingers tightened lightly around her phone. "...I try," she whispered. "...But I miss you. It’s... easier when you’re here."

Even with the phantom fours distraction... she still missed him a lot. Oliver had been the only person she ever leaned on. The back bone she never had. She had grown used to him, since she was a child. And even with the fact that she had somehow fallen for the phantom fours... she wanted Oliver too.

She must have sounded selfish just now... but, she didn’t care. Sometimes it’s okay to be selfish.

Silence fell between them. Then his voice dropped to a gentle murmur. "Take care of yourself, Athena. Eat, sleep... stay safe. Don’t push yourself too hard, okay?"

Her lips curved into a small smile. "I will... and you too. Please don’t stay up too late. Don’t overwork yourself... promise me."

"I promise," he said softly. "...I promise I’ll take care of myself. But only if you promise the same."

"I promise," she whispered back, "...I’ll take care of myself."

Oliver’s voice came out low and soft again. "...I wish I could be there. Hold you. Tell you everything in person."

Athena’s chest tightened, and even her shy, clawed little voice couldn’t hide the flutter in her heart. "...I wish you were," she admitted. "...So badly... it’s lonely being alone in this big house."

"I’ll be back soon." He managed to say, and Athena hummed in response.

Oliver layed back on the bed. His phone pressed to his ear. "Athena... can you do something for me?" he asked.

"What?" she asked curiously.

"I want you to take a picture," he said, a little cocky, a little playful. "Right now. Just... you. The way you are."

There was a pause, before Athena decided what to say. "What? Now?" Athena asked, a little hesitant.

"Yes. Right now," he said, grin audible in his tone. "I want to see you."

"My... my clothes barely cover my body..." she whispered, a little embarrassed.

"That’s perfect," he said, cocky, teasing. "I want to see it."

Her little gasp made him chuckle softly. But she agreed anyways. "Okay," she said after a moment.

A few minutes later, his phone vibrated. She had sent the picture. All this while the call wasn’t ended, because she took the picture with her iPad.

Oliver’s eyes widened, then he groaned, burying his face in the pillow. Athena lay on her bed, her white hair messy and wild. Drawing every possible attention, without trying. She wore a white spaghetti strap nightgown, that showed off her cleavages and her perfectly highlighted curve. Her shy, slightly flustered smile made him feel like he was melting from the inside out.

"God... Athena," he muttered, voice thick with longing. "You’re going to be the death of me."

Through the phone, he heard her soft voice, "Should I... take more?"

"Yes," he said without hesitation, teasing but sincere. "Send me more. I want to see you, all of you."

Athena sent another image, this time...she had shifted slightly on the bed, lying on her side, her hair cascading over one shoulder, the spaghetti-strap nightgown sliding down her over the other shoulder, just enough to tease him. Her expression was playful, teasing, and there was a sparkle in her eyes even through the image.

He groaned against the pillow. "Fuck Athena... why was the weather suddenly hot?."

Athena chuckle came through the phone. "I’m making you feel hot?"

"Yes," he breathed. "Every inch of you... every little smile... it’s torture."

Before Oliver could blink. Another image came through. She was kneeling on the bed, one of her hand tangled up in her hair, that was now brought over one shoulder. She leaned forward slightly to expose more of her cleavages to make him lose his sanity. A bold and flirty smile playing on her lips.

Oliver dropped the phone, and buried his face in his hand. "Oh my God... Athena. Are you tease me on purpose?"

"Maybe." she replied, her voice soft but mischievous.

He groaned softly again, smirking despite the ache in his chest. "God, I can’t wait to see you. Every single part of you baby... Athena."

And for a moment, all the stress of the day, all the exhaustion, all the darkness outside... it disappeared, leaving only her.