Page 73 of Dirty Temptation

“What?”

“I don’t think we should do this anymore...” My voice trails off because I like this man a lot. But if he’s with someone else then I need him to be honest with me.

His brows shoot up and gaze turns dark. “Is this about Greg?”

I deserved that after how I departed the table earlier. But still, I can’t believe he’s lying to me.

“Who is Harlow?” I ask and his eyes widen.

“What?”

I shove him away and turn my back.

How fucking typical.

“So you can ask about Greg, but I can’t ask about Harlow.” I roll my eyes even though he can’t see me.

“Who told you about her?” He snaps.

I spin around flabbergasted that he could even say something like that.

Who told me?

Not...oh I’m sorry I lied.

My god.

What an asshole.

“Are you kidding me right now?” My voice goes high, but I forced it back down halfway through my question.

“Who told you?” Atlas demands.

Wow.

I can barely comprehend the audacity of this guy.

“I can’t believe you. You fuck me all weekend, then get annoyed when I ask you about a woman I’m led to believe is someone important to you. You can’t even answer.” I fume.

This is not happening again.

No damn way.

Has everyone been laughing at me, thinking I’m interested in the middle brother while he’s got some girl at home who is not here because she’s caring for her sick dad.

Playboy Atlas.

The rich Montgomery bags the bridesmaid.

Ugh.

“Get out, Atlas. Just get out.” I ground out trying not to yell.

He crosses his arms and refuses to move. Like a damn tree he just stands there glaring at me while I pant furiously.

My chest is heaving as my heart slams noisily.

“First, we haven’t been fucking all damn weekend. If we had you wouldn’t be walking.” Atlas snarls at me. “Second, talk about double standards. You are involved with Greg. So don’t go accusing me of whatever you’re accusing me of.”

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