Chapter 56

ATLAS’ POV

The silence and tranquility is golden. I am seated on the largest couch in my lounge while gawking at the television screen. But the wild thing is that I have something on my mind. There is a bottle of whisky beside me and a cup filled with it in my hand.

I recline my back on the rest of the couch With ky right leg crossed on my left. I sigh with my mouth open as I gape at the television which is playing on a moderate level without grasping anything happening in it. A pack of cigarette is beside me.

“Jane…” I exhale deeply and flip my eyes for a second. She is the one I am thinking about. She has wrapped all the edges of my brain. I have been trying to get her off my head but I can’t. Since the first time we crossed paths, I have been able to flush her down the drain. There is something about her that I can’t really place. She is special for sure but then there is something about her. As much as she is annoying as hell, there is just something about her.

I brace my right