Page 81 of Claiming Atlas

Chapter Thirty-Four

Atlas

There’s a knock on my door, so I look at my phone. It’s nearly three o’clock in the afternoon, but I’m not supposed to be at rehearsal until five. The guys should know better than to wake me up before a show.

I force myself out of bed and slowly make my way to the front door of the suite. I glance in the mirrored wall as I pass.

Holy fuck. I look like shit.

I run my hands through my hair like it will make a difference, then open the door.

There’s a hot blonde with big ass titties standing in the hallway.

I look her up and down, then shrug. “You’ll do. Did Dave send you?” I open the door wide, then start heading back to the bed. Of course Dave sent her. I don’t deal with any other agency. Although, after that Puerto Rican chick lied to the press about Kayla, I should have fired his ass. But he fired her ass, and she was one of his best girls, so I think that shows where his loyalties lie. “I just had one of your friends here a few hours ago, but I can go again.”

“When is the last time you left your hotel room?”

I laugh. “No fucking idea.”

She snorts, but it’s not a laugh; it’s a disgusted sound. Huh. Well this is a first. I’ve never been judged by a fucking whore before.

“Are you spendingallof your money on hookers, or just some of it?”

I pause, scratching my balls as I turn around. “Some of it goes to champagne and cocaine, if you must know.” I laugh and raise my eyebrows. “Not that it’s any of your business.” I squint as I stare through the booze-induced haze I’ve been in since our show last Monday night. She looks familiar. I tilt my head and try to place her. “Have we already fucked before?”

Her mouth drops open. “Oh my God, no.”

I run my hand over my hair and shrug. “Well, there’s a first for everything. Come on. You can leave your shoes by the door.” I climb into bed and turn the volume back up onSuicide Squad. I love Margot Robbie like a fat kid loves cake. “Oh, and call your driver and tell him not to go far. You won’t be here long.”

I watch the movie and wait for her to come suck my dick, but she just stands in the middle of the foyer until I finally turn my head and look over my shoulder at her. “What, do you need a written invitation or something?”

She shakes her head, eyes and mouth open in shock. “Wow.”

“Yeah, I know, it’s a pleasure to finally meet me, you love the band, blah, blah, blah. I’ve heard it all before, and if we can skip all that bullshit, I’d appreciate it.”

“I hate your fucking band, Atlas, and I think I kinda hate you now.”

I snort. “Cool. Tell Dave I’m not paying for this little visit. See yourself out.” I bury deeper into the covers and wait to hear the click of the door after she sees herself out. Worst. Hooker. Ever.

“I’ll leave these here for you.”

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