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ATLASI bit my lips hard, my hands balling into fists at my side.Fuck. I shouldn’t have said what I said..or in the way I said it.Traumatized? What the hell was I thinking?But then, I didn’t want to lie to her, or give her the wrong impression about me, or give her a false image of myself.I had to let her know in some way, give her a little hint, that I wasn’t even a bit as good as she thinks.I mean, I know she probably doesn’t think of me as a good man, seeing how she glared at me every chance she got. But I was worse than whatever it was she was thinking.“Well,” she stared in a sharp, crisp tone, “I’ll be taking my leave now.” She squared her shoulders, glancing down at Braden’s headstone. “You can stay all you want, and don’t even think of stalking me again, else you’d be pushing me to get a restraining order against you.”I couldn’t help the scoff that escaped my lips. “A restraining order against your boss?” I returned in a sarcastic tone. “I mean, I’ve never heard of that.

ELENAI sighed for the thousandth time in less than five minutes, running a hand through my hair.Emily chuckled as she watched from where she lay sprawled on the bed, clicking her tongue.“Oh, Elena freaking Carlson,” she whined as I dug through a wardrobe of clothes, tossing a few behind me, “getting all agitated about a freaking dress you’d wear to work.” She shook her head, her lips quirking up in a snide smile. “And you say you’re not in love with this man. This…Atlas.”“Love?!” I panned out in a sharp tone, my brows shooting up. “Love? Oh please, don’t be ridiculous, Emily. I don’t even like that man, to start with—““Yet you’re doing this?” She interrupted in an amused tone, gesturing round the littered room.“I’m just trying to look nice on my first day at work!” I argued, throwing my hands in the air. “For goodness’ sake, Em. Let me focus.”“Fine,” she conceded, lifting her palms in surrender, her lips pressed together as she struggled to hold in a laugh.I rolled my eyes and

ATLASMy jaw twitched as I watched the shock on the blonde-haired, green-eyed beauty’s face grow wild, her eyes now sparkling with curiosity.My mind torn between revealing all the dirty secrets the Grants had hidden away from her, and just keeping my lips sealed.Tarnishing Braden’s image wasn’t on my list of things to do, else I’d have shown Elena that he wasn’t truly the saint he’d claimed to be while he was alive.But instead, I was worried about how she would react when the truth is eventually revealed to her. Because it was an inevitable reality that loomed closer.Sooner or later, even if I didn’t tell her, she was going to find out what the Grants are up to. Things she had been blind to.And she would be shocked, if not traumatized, by what she’d find. It was depending on her ability to handle pretty weighty information.She had known a different Braden Grant, although he hadn’t been all that bad.I let out a deep sigh, my mind traveling to the conversation that I’d had with B

ATLAS“Relax,” I murmured, gently tilting her head forward.She sucked in a deep breath, holding her head up.“Your shoulders too,” I added, “relax them.”She relaxed the tense muscles in her shoulders, and I guided her arms up to the right position again.“Alright, carefully pull back on the trigger. Much pressure is needed.”Slowly, she pulled the trigger, and a loud bang followed the action nanoseconds later, echoing through the wide space.She squeezed her eyes shut as the noise came, shuddering a bit in my arms, and I impulsively pressed my fingers into her shoulders in a comforting gesture.“Let’s see how well you did on your first trial,” I said, my eyes trailing to her trembling lower lip.Feeling another provoked stir in my pants, I leaned away from her and walked into the target line space, going to examine the range board she’d just shot at.Observing the hole that gaped a few inches away from the mid-point, I lifted my fingers in an ‘okay’ gesture.“You did wonderful!” I s

ELENAMy eyes were not prepared for the sight they met as I walked into the hangar I’d been instructed to come to.Where I was supposed to meet up with Atlas.They widened in wonder and amazement, as they took in the Hawker 700 that stood regal in the center of the hangar, slowly sliding over to Atlas, whose hair ruffled in the wind, as he stood a few inches away from the whirring blades.He owns a private jet? Wow.I mean, there was no way to know if this was really his, because the jet was painted black and had no name inscribed on its beautiful body.But then, if we were using it, it surely belonged to him…right?“You’re late,” he murmured behind me as we stepped on the last stair, walking into the cabin.I scoffed, throwing him a glare behind me. “Well it’s not my fault, is it? I would’ve prepared earlier if you had mentioned this impromptu trip earlier. Whose fault is it that I’m late, really?”Ignoring my question, he slid into one of the plush cabin seats and threw his head bac