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“Oh my god…” Atlas’ voice is a deep growl that sends shivers through my body. “Princess, you have a voice made for porn.”
I let out a laugh and shake my head even though he can’t see me.
“What are you doing, beautiful?” This man thinks he is as smooth as they come. And what’s worse, I’m starting to think it too.
“I’m trying to decide between two very crappy dress choices for Dad’s birth…” My voice trails off and I knit my brows together as I try to decipher what I am hearing on the other end of the call.
“Atlas…are you…peeing?”
There is a light chuckle and then Atlas quickly adds a “No.”
“You are disgusting,” I roll my eyes. “Fucking mute your phone, or better yet– don’t call me.”
“Well, that’s a dumb idea. How would you hear me pee? We are married now Princess, we are one unit, nooo secrets.” I hear the toilet flush and the distinct sound of a zipper. I wait a moment and when I don’t hear anything, I groan.
“Really? Wash your hands!”
Atlas busts out laughing, and I hear the faucet turn on. “Just seeing if you were paying attention. Now what’s wrong with the dresses?”
“Nothing,” I whine as I look back at the ugly choices. They remind me of something a grandma from the nineties would’ve worn. “I just hate everything about them, and I still have to pick one and then go get our rings. Oh, do you have a suit?”
“Yep! I haven’t worn it since Tony’s funeral, but I could take it downstairs and toss it into the washer.” I smack my phone against my head.
“Why are you such a pain in my ass?” As soon as I say it, I want to take it back. But there is no un-ringing this particular bell.
“Oh?” Fuck. When his voice does that low rumble, I have to stop a moan from escaping. Talk about a voice for porn. “Princess, if you want me to be a pain in that perfect ass of yours–”
“Okay!” I interrupt, thanking god this jerk can’t see my face. Not that it matters, his snickering tells me he already knows he got to me.
“Pretty girl, why don’t I come pick you up and I’ll take you dress shopping and then we can go get the rings together?” I hear him shuffling around and I wonder what he’s doing.
“You offered that last week, remember? And then you blew me off.” I decide I’m not going to waste my money on either dress and start heading towards the mall entrance. “Where are you, anyway?” I ask, trying to listen to the background noise. It sounds loud wherever he is, I thought he was doing community service.
“I didn’t blow you off,” He sighs in what sounds like annoyance. “I didn’t realize the anger management class was that evening.” I chuckle, still unable to believe that anyone could look at sweet Atlas and think,“Oh yeah, that’s an angry man.”Then again…I saw the photos of what he did to Andrew. And I’ve witnessed the darkness in his eyes.
Too busy in my thoughts and on the phone with Atlas, I’m not paying attention to where I’m going as I accidentally run right into someone. “Ow!” I hiss when the person shoves me away from him, causing my leg to hit a corner of the stone planter next to us.
“Watch where you are going, you dumb bitch!” The man yells as he steps up to me. He’s about my height in my heels, which is a little more intimidating than if he were taller because now we are face to face.
“I-I’m so sorry.” I rush out quickly. “It was completely my fault.”
“Stop apologizing.” Atlas’ dark voice says in my ear, but I try to ignore him as the bald man with steely eyes and a deep set scowl on his weathered face glares at me. I watch his eyes travel up and down my body and his lip curls.
“I don’t usually pork pigs, but you have a decent face and ass if you want to go out to my truck and make it up to me.” I’m speechless as he licks his lips and reaches out to grab me. As he tries to make contact, a tall figure comes between us and I feel all the air whoosh from my body as I watch a tattooed fist clench and unclench. Atlas, he’s here? How?
“Three fucking seconds.” Atlas all but snarls out. I stare down and watch his hand go in front of my body and pull me behind him.
The man, either fearless or dumb, doesn’t heed Atlas’ warning. “Listen muscles, this was a private conversation. Now blondie over there was–”
“Her name is Lauren,” Atlas says through gritting teeth. “Not Blondie, pig, or bitch. And she ismywife.” My mouth falls open and I stare over to the man who no longer looks as fearless as he once did. I know that I am Atlas’ wife, but hearing him say it, especially in that protective, possessive way, it is definitely stirring that buried feeling inside me up again.
“Listen man,” The guy laughs uncomfortably. “I really didn’t mean anything, I was just joking.”
“So,” Atlas works his jaw and my god, his entire body looks tense as hell under his form hugging blue t-shirt.
Oh, it’s blue, he really pulls off blue.
“You thought it would be funny to yell and insult my absolute goddess of a wife?”Oh god.I cringe inwardly as I hide my face against his back.Did he have to add the goddess part?
