Chapter 15

CELINE’S POV

“Go get me a bottle of vodka” Atlas mutters in my ears. I feel the hot air from his mouth around the Nape of my neck. I close my eyes and flip them open angrily. “What!?” I snap.

He walks to my front and puffs out smoke in my face. His eyes trace around all the edges of my face, so do I. He unbuttoned his sleek black suit and rested his hand on the flanks of the big brown desk in the middle of the office. “You didn’t add deafness to your resume,” he says softly. The audacity he talks with befuddles me.

I clasp my gaze at him trying to push down the anger in me. I feel clenching his neck and throttling him to death. “I’m a good person and I am very humble so I am going to respond it to you.” He takes a step forward and slackens his grip from the desk. “Go.. get.. me .. a fucking bottle of vodka!!” He lashes at me, glaring directly into my face. My face contorts in anger. I sigh and hold back my disgust.

“I don’t think if you keep staring at me the vodka will appear will