Submitting To The Bad Boy

(LANA'S POV) I am very familiar with the popular saying that no one is perfect. But that happens to be a big lie because I know someone who is the most perfect being on earth. His name is Atlas Shaughnessy and I have been writing and daydreaming about him from the first day I saw him. That was the first day I walked in to the cafeteria nervously clutching my tray on my first day in Golden Child's High. He was sitting with the most nonchalant look on his perfect face. It wasn't hard to find out who he was considering everyone had his name on their lips. Atlas is the third out of five sons of Mr Maverick Shaughnessy, a business tycoon and the richest man in Golden valley city. Mr Shaughnessy owns several productive companies in the country and as I have mentioned earlier, he has five handsome sons. Their names are Andres, Alderson, Atlas, Adrian and Avril. They are like young gods of Gold Valley city. They have the looks, the wealth and the class. Atlas is my mate in scho

(ATLAS'S POV)I had been listening to music with my AirPods in the bathroom and so I had no idea that someone was in the room. When I stepped out of the shower without a towel like I usually do, I was shocked to find a petite girl in a big cleaner's uniform with her back turned to me as she smelled my Shirt. That uniform still did not hide her curvy bottom."What the-" The words came out on impulse and that was when she turned around and saw me. So I really don't know what I was expecting, especially with that curvy, petite body but when she turned around, I lost my mind briefly for sure. Saying this girl was beautiful would do no Justice to her. She was damn freaking gorgeous! Her shiny blonde hair was wrapped in a bun and it made her sharp large blue eyes which widened in shock more obvious against a sort of apple faced shape. She had a small pouty mouth that was slightly opened in shock. Her face turned red and her eyes trailed down my chest and dropped below my waist. That

(ATLAS’S POV) With the look on her face one would have thought she saw a ghost. Of course she would be surprised to death. Why on earth would anyone imagine me climbing in through the window? I am Atlas Fucking Shaughnessy for crying out loud! But that just proves my theory on this whole madness. Alana Delaware had to be a witch! It was her third day in my life and here I was climbing in through a window. “I..um…yes I’m here Paige. I’m sorry can I call you back?” She quickly said to the person she was on the phone with.Then she ended the phone call and hurriedly went to lock her door before turning around me shakily. Her eyes were still wide open in shock and they looked like they were going to pop out anytime soon. This time around instead of her facing turning red, she looked plain white. As I said, like she had seen a ghost.“How did you find me? What are you…” she seemed to have lost the words to continue just like yesterday. “I have my ways.” I answered her simply.“You s

(ATLAS’S POV) I knew that she was frozen because of the effect I have on her. I was surprised that she could even look me directly in the eyes but I liked it. I got to see her face so up close and I was torn between what was the more attractive feature on her face between her gorgeous sapphire eyes and her perfect pink pouty lips. “What do you want to ask me?” She said and her voice came out in short breaks. Like she could barely get the words out. “Why do you write those things?” I asked her. Her left eyebrow went up as if she was surprised. I thought she would stammer or lose her words the way she does when she is nervous. “Because it’s how I feel about you.” Her words were clear, her voice was clearer. I gave a chuckle. “And how do you feel about me?” I tested. She didn’t waver. “I feel a lot of things.” Her voice was soft and dreamy. “You almost sound like her.” I let out. “Like who?” Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “The girl who writes in that book.”

(LANA’S POV)ME - I’m sure that this is what I want. ATLAS - Meet me thirty minutes after school at the underground parking lot.I was staring down at my phone feeling butterflies in my tummy. It was almost the end of school and my friends and I were seated in the Art lab. Daisy was finishing an art work on still life drawing of an egg while we waited and watched on.I was actually counting minutes away to the final bell of the day in anticipation of my meeting with Atlas. I still could not believe it, I mean he knows my name, he has been in my room, I have been in his car, we are meeting today so we can talk about………“Lana, please come back to us.” Paige said putting aside her calculator and textbooks.I snapped out of my thoughts and gave them a guilty smile.“I’m sorry.” I said putting my phone away and giving them all my attention. “Fill me in.”“Lana won’t really know, she doesn’t read rhe coral writer’s articles.” Daisy said standing back and taking a good look at her work on t