Show Me Your Sincerity

[Avery’s POV]

I stare into Atlas’ hypnotizing blue eyes while feeling myself grow wet just from being so close to such a perfect specimen of a man.

Standing at over six foot five with a strong build that is always on display in the tight suits that he likes to wear, he had the body that every woman died for. Add in his chiseled facial features, those eyes, and those lips that are surrounded by a well-kept goatee, and fuck.

If I said I had never had a wet dream about this man, I’d be lying, but there was one issue back then: he’s Connor’s father.

However, now that Connor had fucked me over, I was more than welcome to do whatever the hell I wanted to do, and that was exactly what I planned to do.

I had a good six drinks in me, and all my nerves were gone, so I wasn’t afraid at all to be touching this man without his permission.

"Did that brat of mine do something?" Atlas asks, grabbing my wrist and pulling my hand away from his face.

"I don’t want to talk about him," I murmur, leaning in closer so that my breasts are touching his arm. "He isn’t here. Tonight is just me and you."

For a moment, he doesn’t speak as he takes me in with that sexy, inquisitive gaze of his, but when his lips twitch down in a frown, I realize that he’s not going to go along with what I’m trying.

"You should go home," he announces, pushing me away. "You’re clearly drunk."

The sting of rejection shoots through me as Atlas slowly begins to get up.

"Come along; I’ll drive you," he continues, motioning for me to follow.

Deciding that I needed to try a different attempt at attacking, I follow silently and climb into the passenger seat of Atlas’ car and watch until he climbs into the driver's seat.

"Buckle up," he announces, revving the engine to life. "Or do you want me to do it for you?"

"Do it for me," I respond before thinking.

I wait as he eyes me like he is trying to figure out if I’m being serious, and when I continue to not move, he lets out a huff of annoyance, then reaches over me so his cologne fills my senses and begins to make my mind fuzzy.

Once he’s finished, he lets his fingers linger around my hip for a moment too long, and I begin to wonder if he’s getting turned on.

I knew that the dress I was wearing was particularly short, riding almost all the way up my thighs, and the top dropped very low, showing my ample breasts, and if you looked close enough, you could see the outline of my nipple rings.

Smirking, I meet his gaze and lean forward so that our noses are almost touching.

"Like what you see?" I purr, lifting a hand and touching his cheek. "Just say the word, and I’m all yours."

A grunt escapes him before he begins to close the distance between us, as if testing whether or not I was being serious. When I remain in place, he stops so that our lips are mere inches apart and starts to examine my face once again.

"Little girl, I don’t think you’re aware of what you’re trying to get yourself into here," he murmurs, reaching a hand around the back of my neck and squeezing so that pleasurable pain shoots through me. "But I’m not my son, and I won’t fall for such tricks."

With that, he releases me and leans back in his seat, then slams the gas while I’m left reeling from just how close we had just been.

When I manage to snap out of it, I pucker my lips and narrow my gaze. If he thought I was going to give up that easily, he was wrong. I enjoyed a good chase, and if he gave in that easily, then he wouldn’t be worth my time.

"I’m not using any tricks," I announce, breaking the silence that has fallen around us. "I’m simply showing my interest in the man beside me."

"Interest," he chuckles. "Do you know how many women show interest in me on a daily basis? What’s your reasoning? You want my body? You like my face? You want my money? You’re looking for a powerful backer? You’re just like the rest of them, I’m sure, so why should I give you the chance?"

Ouch, that was a bit harsh, but I understood where he was coming from.

Atlas Jennings was the CEO of Jennings International, one of the top realty firms in the city. He was a self-made billionaire who started busting his ass by the age of eighteen.

I could completely understand why he would think that I was after something, especially since up until today I had been dating his son, but I had no interest in his money or his looks; this was all for the sake of revenge.

If I managed to seduce this man and become someone special to him, then that would leave Connor reeling.

"I don’t give a shit about any of that," I announce, placing my hand on his thigh and slowly letting it begin to move toward his dick. "I’m simply a single woman showing my interest in having a good time with a single man."

"Interest," he puffs, stopping at a red light and shooting me a look. "As far as I knew, you were interested in my son; what happened to that?"

Ignoring the pang of pain that shoots through me, I just smirk.

"He wasn’t mature enough for me."

God I was talking a big game, even though I wasn’t even sure if I could back it up. Watching something and understanding it in theory is not the same as doing it physically. But I already made it this far, so I couldn’t back down now.

"I’m tired of little boys," I murmur, running my fingers along Atlas’ bulge. "I want to give a grown man a try."

A hiss escapes Atlas’ lips as he turns off the main road, sending me crashing into my door.

"Careful!" I hiss, shooting him a look.

"Little girl," he hisses, pulling into an empty parking lot and parking the car. "Do you know what you’re doing right now?"

"I do," I confirm. "What kind of question was that?"

I wait as Atlas examines me with those eyes, and when a slow smile begins to spread across his face, I’m sure that maybe I've made some progress.

"Fine," he husks, beginning to scoot his seat backwards. "If you’re going to sit here and try to poke the sleeping beast, then I’ll bite."

As he speaks, he undoes his seatbelt and leans back, placing his hands behind his head while he watches me.

"Go on then," he beams, nodding toward his crotch. "Show me your sincerity, baby girl. You want to talk a big game, but can you walk the talk?"

Eyes widening, I look from his face to the large bulge that has formed in his pants, and for the first time since starting my attack, I truly feel like maybe I bit off more than I could chew.