All Chapters of Stealing the Heart of Mr. Steele: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

"Can I kiss you down here?" He looks up at me again with his large, blue eyes and I feel myself melt into a puddle at his feet. "Just a little kiss." "Yes," I barely manage to reply as my throat goes suddenly dry. The thought of his mouth on my most sensitive parts sets my imagination into very kinky places. I've never had a sexual partner in any way and if he means to do what I think he wants to do, it is something I've only read about in books. Atlas nuzzles my mound and my eyes roll back. Dear gods it feels so good and he has barely even touched me. As he buries his nose into my auburn-colored curls, his hands move my panties down to my thighs, then my knees, and finally my ankles. "These," he taps my silver heels, "are in the way. Hold onto my shoulders."Leaning forward I grasp his shoulders. He taps my left leg and I lift it so that he can remove the shoe and one leg of my panties. We repeat this with the right side and I am suddenly very naked, while he is very clothed."Spre

I don't understand. Why would Atlas do something like this? But his signature is unmistakable. Atlas must have signed off on these changes, but why? None of this makes any sense.Thinking back, Atlas hardly spent any time on the production floor and he mostly stayed far away from my work, preferring to give me enough space to show what I could do. To do this, he would have needed to come into production, see the design, alter it, and then order the alterations distributed to all the sewers.Sometimes last-minute changes are made to items due to lack of availability or cost, but I had been assured that all of my materials were here and that I could spend what I needed to. Neither of those issues should have come into play. This was done for another reason. But why would Atlas be this cruel? And when did he have a chance to do this? I walk up the one flight of stairs to the executive floor. Except for a few early birds who have come to make coffee and prep for their bosses to arrive,

[Atlas]I could not bear to stay in the room any longer."What are you doing," Angelica demands. "Why are you chasing after her? What aren't you telling me Atlas?"Angelica is holding her head as she paces back and forth. She is close to having another attack, I can tell by the way that her arms are shaking and her breath becomes more ragged. Each attack is different than the one before in intensity or length, but they all start the same way. "I'm sorry this is confusing you, Angelica, but I don't have time right now to deal with this," I grab a dress shirt and pants and head to my bathroom. "Please be gone before I get back. You should be in your room.""But Atlas," she stops, standing still, her beautiful body on full display as her robe opens again. I am man enough to notice her beauty, but not fool enough to touch. I don't want her, I want Cordelia, and if I lay even one finger on her sister both my wife and my heir will be lost. I know it. "Do not wait up for me tonight, Angelic

[Atlas]Inside the envelope are interviews of various employees (some of whom are now fired), printouts from the security cameras, as well as security logs for entry and exit. Angelica was in the office while I was gone. Not only that, she visited the production floor. One of the pictures shows her handing an employee a large envelope. The employee seems very happy. In the interview notes, Josephina, one of the sewists, mentions that the "lovely Mrs. Steele," gave her and the other sewists "a generous bonus" for "a job well done." She doesn't mention the changes, but another employee, one who received the bonus from Josephina stated that when she received the changes from Manny, it came with around the same time as the $1000 in cash, so she didn't question it. She was too excited for the bonus.All of this information is circumstantial. There are no pictures of Angelica DOING Any of the damage that was done. Also, there is no proof she was doing anything underhanded in my office. I

Taking Atlas' hand, I let him guide me out of my apartment. He has a car waiting, a rare luxury as Atlas usually prefers to drive himself. It is one of the company cars, so he must have had someone from security bring him over. Looking at how his hands are shaking, it was probably the best idea to have someone else do the driving. I don't bring up his hands, or the way he looks so tired and drawn, like he has just finished a marathon in loafers and a tie. I know how much he prides himself on looking like he is in control. We may have had our ups and downs together, but I would never try to hurt him when he so clearly seems to be struggling. "I kicked Angelica out of my house today," he announces, breaking the silence. "She's with your parents. We can work on her memory issues from there.""Oh." I'm not quite sure what to say about that."And I called off the wedding," he continues. "Not officially, yet, but she is aware that I have no intention of marrying her."I notice that he does