ELENAI swallowed a lump in my throat, my breath suddenly shorter. And harsher.Wow. Drug dealers?As we walked out of the room then, Atlas’s cold fingers on the small of my back, I recoiled inwardly. But I couldn’t decide if it was in repulsion, or fear.Or if it was simply the electric sparks that danced across my skin each time he touched me. Which I still refused to accept as anything.He led me down to the ground floor, and to the garage, where his car was parked.And as we got en route to the venue of the meeting—which I didn’t know about, I wondered why Atlas had decided to be this…open to me. Telling me about the meeting beforehand, bringing me along, and all.Was it because he saw me as a means to an end of making the Grants pay and getting the money he wants?We arrived at the venue fifteen boring minutes later, and to my slight surprise, he pulled me close as we stepped out of the car, slipping my arm through his.I passed him a puzzled look, and he shrugged. “You have to a
ELENAMy eyes were not prepared for the sight they met as I walked into the hangar I’d been instructed to come to.Where I was supposed to meet up with Atlas.They widened in wonder and amazement, as they took in the Hawker 700 that stood regal in the center of the hangar, slowly sliding over to Atlas, whose hair ruffled in the wind, as he stood a few inches away from the whirring blades.He owns a private jet? Wow.I mean, there was no way to know if this was really his, because the jet was painted black and had no name inscribed on its beautiful body.But then, if we were using it, it surely belonged to him…right?“You’re late,” he murmured behind me as we stepped on the last stair, walking into the cabin.I scoffed, throwing him a glare behind me. “Well it’s not my fault, is it? I would’ve prepared earlier if you had mentioned this impromptu trip earlier. Whose fault is it that I’m late, really?”Ignoring my question, he slid into one of the plush cabin seats and threw his head bac
ELENAI walked into the apartment unit, leaning against the wall and pulling my shoes off at the entrance.Exhausted, I dragged my feet further into the room, to the sofa, and sank into it with a loud plop, flinging my bag to the side.What a day it had been.From dressing up in this pretty, corporate dress for work, and ending up in a shooting range—one that surprisingly belonged to the Grants, getting training lessons on how to shoot a gun.I shuddered as the memories of Atlas’s bulging fronts rubbing against my ass flashed before my eyes, and quickly stamping down on the thoughts, I grabbed my bag and made my way to my bedroom.Staring at my bed, all I wanted to do was sink into it and sleep the memories of today away.But I couldn’t do that yet…I needed to take a shower first. I couldn’t get in bed with my sweaty ass.Letting out another tired sigh, I flung the bag on the bed and started to peel off my clothes.I was in the shower some nanoseconds later, and as the water cascaded
ATLAS“Relax,” I murmured, gently tilting her head forward.She sucked in a deep breath, holding her head up.“Your shoulders too,” I added, “relax them.”She relaxed the tense muscles in her shoulders, and I guided her arms up to the right position again.“Alright, carefully pull back on the trigger. Much pressure is needed.”Slowly, she pulled the trigger, and a loud bang followed the action nanoseconds later, echoing through the wide space.She squeezed her eyes shut as the noise came, shuddering a bit in my arms, and I impulsively pressed my fingers into her shoulders in a comforting gesture.“Let’s see how well you did on your first trial,” I said, my eyes trailing to her trembling lower lip.Feeling another provoked stir in my pants, I leaned away from her and walked into the target line space, going to examine the range board she’d just shot at.Observing the hole that gaped a few inches away from the mid-point, I lifted my fingers in an ‘okay’ gesture.“You did wonderful!” I s
ATLAS“What? A gun?”I nodded, walking around her towards the door. “Follow me.”“B-But why do I need to learn to shoot a gun?” She demanded, turning around immediately and trailing closely behind me. “Where are we even headed?”“You’ll see.” I breezed out of the office, past my surprised looking secretary, towards the elevator, and Elena wouldn’t just stop with the questions.I ignored her until we got to the elevator, pressing it open, and I stepped in, only to turn around and see she had remained rooted just outside the doors, refusing to get in.I cocked a brow at her, impatience sneaking in. “Aren’t you getting in?”“No,” she replied, folding her arms across her chest, “not until you tell me why I need to learn to shoot a gun.”Clara, my secretary, looked flabbergasted behind Elena, as she heard the words that spilled from her mouth.I sighed, putting my foot between the doors as it started to slide close again. “Just get in here, Elena,” I bit out, the impatience evident in my t
ATLASMy jaw twitched as I watched the shock on the blonde-haired, green-eyed beauty’s face grow wild, her eyes now sparkling with curiosity.My mind torn between revealing all the dirty secrets the Grants had hidden away from her, and just keeping my lips sealed.Tarnishing Braden’s image wasn’t on my list of things to do, else I’d have shown Elena that he wasn’t truly the saint he’d claimed to be while he was alive.But instead, I was worried about how she would react when the truth is eventually revealed to her. Because it was an inevitable reality that loomed closer.Sooner or later, even if I didn’t tell her, she was going to find out what the Grants are up to. Things she had been blind to.And she would be shocked, if not traumatized, by what she’d find. It was depending on her ability to handle pretty weighty information.She had known a different Braden Grant, although he hadn’t been all that bad.I let out a deep sigh, my mind traveling to the conversation that I’d had with B