Chapter Twenty Four

A wave of raw anger shot through me as I rested my hands against Mitch's chest and forcefully pushed him off me, wiping my lips aggressively as I watched him take two unstable steps backward.

"What do you think you are doing, you prick?" I angrily asked, staring at Mitch.

But he wasn't paying attention to me. Instead, he was looking straight ahead with a provoking smile on his face.

Immediately, I turned around and saw Atlas, gazing at both of us.

When our eyes locked, I couldn't tell what he was thinking because his face bore no expression. 

"Atlas," I called out, feeling a bit nervous.

Without uttering a word to me, Atlas looked away from me, turned around, and walked away.

Squeezing my eyelids shut for a second, I took a deep breath. Then I was about to follow after him when Mitch grabbed my wrist, harshly said, "You are in love with him."

"No, I'm not, and I'm not saying that because I am still in love with you, so sta