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“Lips?” She asks. It’s a little hard to tell with the ink and everything filling the wrap.
“Yeah… yours.” She gasps again, and I look at her anxiously. “Are you mad?”
She’s quiet for a moment and just as panic is about to fill me, she smiles and looks up at me. “That is absolutely the most impulsive and insane thing anyone could do, but it’s really fucking hot.”
I smirk as I look over at her. “Hot enough to get lucky tonight?” I wink and she rolls her eyes.
“If by lucky you mean dinner and Netflix, then absolutely.”
“Fucking score.” I joke as I pull out of the parking space so we can head back to the apartment.
Chapter 21
Lauren
“Alright Princess,” Atlas says as he walks into my room. “Are you ready to head—ho…ly shit.” Atlas’ green eyes are as big as saucers as he looks me over.
“Do I look okay?” I ask nervously. “I showed Sunday and Janie several outfits, and this is the only one they both agreed on, though I’m not sure they were stoked on it and now I’m second guessing all of this.” I make a hand gesture towards my outfit. I have on a black forties style blouse with a high neckline, button fastening and a large keyhole that shows off my prominent cleavage. I paired it with red, high-waisted, wide leg pants that hug my curves and a pair of low black heels. My hair is down and in soft waves and I will be topping it off with my favorite trilby hat.
“Listen,” Atlas clears his throat while he tries to look anywhere but my chest. “I understand you are an adult, you are your own woman and fuck the patriarchy. I’m right there with you, sister.” His eyes have managed to stay off my cleavage for all of three seconds. “However, you wearing this outfit and showing off those hips is making me want to bend you over and claim you, and then bite every bit of exposed flesh, which, my god,”I can’t help but laugh as he adjusts himself in his dark wash jeans. “And while I do realize I am not allowed to partake in such cavemen-like gestures, just know that I will murder everyone that looks at you tonight.”
“Don’t you mean every man?” I raise a brow as I walk with him to the living room.
“Nope, everyone. I’m equal opportunity when it comes to beating someone's face in over you.” I place the hat on my head before turning around and smiling up at him.
“That is disgusting.” I laugh as he shrugs.
“Only for you, princess. Now, what are the chances I can fuck you while you wear that hat?”
“Atlas!”Sunday beams as she tugs on Janie and I to stand with her and Stevie. “Take our picture!” Inwardly I cringe, I’m not big on getting my picture taken, but it is Sunday’s birthday so I squeeze in and smile as Atlas snaps a couple pictures.
“Some beautiful looking ladies!” He grins as he heads over to the bar with Fox.
“Where’s Derek and Ash?” I ask Janie, who is currently fussing over her hair. The poor girl has mountains of wild red curls and the weather changing is wreaking havoc on them.
“Oh, you know Derek, he’d sooner shove a rod up his dick hole than be seen socializing.” I shake my head. Janie had a mouth on her when we first met, but working at the tattoo shop and living with Fox has definitely made her more comfortable with herenhanced vocabulary. “And I think Ash’s sister is sick or something, he had to leave work early.”
“Good riddance.” Sunday mutters, causing us all to look at her in shock. “No! Not that his sister is sick, just that he ain’t here. I don’t really care for him too much. He’s kind of a pig.”
Janie snorts into her drink. “Yeah, that’s kind of his thing. He’s a nice enough guy if you aren’t fucking him. Have you met him since he did your tattoo?”
As if on instinct, Sunday scratched her back where a full piece of a dragon with cherry blossoms lay, courtesy of Ash some time before any of us knew each other.
“Uh no,” Sunday says quickly. “But from that encounter then and what y’all say about him now, I think I’m good. Hey Ren, who is that talking to Atlas?” I turn my attention from my girlfriends to the bar where I see a thin, scantily clad woman all but straddling Atlas.
“Fuck,” Janie mutters. “It’s Valentina.”
My head snaps towards the redhead. “Valentina?” I repeat, the name is like vomit in my mouth. “The model he worked on?” Janie gives me an uncomfortable look and I take a breath before walking over.
Upon my arrival, Atlas gives me a panicked look asValentinaturns to look at me. She looks me over once, twice, and then a third time.
“I love your outfit.” She says, and I’m taken aback by the genuine tone in her voice.
“Thanks.” I say slowly as I look back at Atlas, who is just as confused looking as me.
“Valentina,” He says, remembering he has a voice. “This is Lauren, my wife.”
She snorts. This bitch actually snorts and then looks at me again. “Cute.” She then turns back to Atlas and places a hand on his knee. “Now like I was saying–”
