Page 50 of My Soul for Sale

I’m gripping the door so hard my knuckles are white. This bitch is about two seconds away from getting punched in her face. Seems she didn’t outgrow being a mean girl as she got older. But I’m not the doormat I was when we went to school together.

“Jenna,” I snap through clenched teeth.

But I don’t get to finish because a hand snakes around my waist and Atlas appears on my right.

“I’ll handle this, baby.” He kisses my temple and I can smell the sweat soaking his shirt when he leans in.

I want to say no but this is his situation to deal with, I have no need or want to talk to Jenna. I will, however, lurk around the corner listening to them because he better tell the bitch to kick rocks and forget my address.

How dare their fucking secretary just hand out people’s addresses all willy-nilly like that. What if this woman was a psychopath and looking to kill them? Christ.

I step around the corner but peek at the door like a child trying to see Santa on Christmas Eve.

“Jenna, what the hell are you doing here?” Atlas asks.

“I’ve been texting and calling, but you won’t answer. You’re avoiding me, so I called Amber, and she gave me the address. Why aren’t you answering my calls?”

“I’m not answering ‘cause I blocked you. After that outburst at the house, and you telling people’s medical information, I wanted to cut ties.”

“But I love you!” she screech whines.

I’m about to storm back to the door and tell Jenna exactly what she can do with her love when a large tattooed arm wraps around my waist, pulling me back against a very hard cock.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Ripley

Sloane gasps as I wrap my hand around her waist, pulling her against me. I know she feels how hard my cock is already. But I heard the commotion and came to see what was going on. I can’t believe Jenna had the audacity to show up at a job site. I also can’t believe Amber gave our location to a stranger. She is fired as soon as Jenna leaves.

“Shhh. Let Atlas handle her,” I whisper against the shell of her ear.

“Why did your secretary give her my address?” she hisses.

“I don’t know, but she is very fired. Now, just listen. Trust my son to tell her to fuck off.”

“Jenna,” Atlas groans. “We’ve been over this. I’m sorry. But you know your feelings are not reciprocated.”

“Why?” she demands. “Why is it her? I’m hotter than her. I’ve been here this whole time. Where has she been? Eating and fucking her way through Detroit.”

How dare she make comments about Sloane’s weight and sex life? She doesn’t know shit about her.

“Don’t let her get you worked up.” I run my hand down Sloane’s front and under the waistband of her leggings. “I think this body is sexy as hell. So does Atlas.” I dip my fingers through her folds and find her wet and ready.

“Rip,” she whispers. “You’ve barely said a word to me and now here we are again.”

“I’m struggling with this. You were my stepdaughter. My son wants you too. I was married to your mom. Shall I go on?”

“Then get your hand off my pussy,” she moans as I insert my index finger into her tight hole.

“I can’t. Because, for some reason, I’m drawn to you like a bear to honey. I can’t stop. And I don’t know if I want to keep fighting it,” I admit.

“Then don’t,” she rasps. “We’re adults, Ripley. If you want me, then fucking have me, but I won’t let you talk to me like you have again. There won’t be a third time I forgive you.”

“Then I guess I better make this apology the best one yet, huh?” I strum my thumb against her clit as I pump in and out of her channel.

“Atlas! Seriously, how can you be attracted to her? She’s huge!” Jenna snaps.

“You’ll stop talking about her like that right the fuck now, Jenna. I like her just how she is. Her body is sexy. Now, it’s time for you to leave,” Atlas demands, and I can hear the anger in his voice.

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