Page 49 of Atlas
“Ash, what the hell?” She hisses and pinches his arm.
“He is nearly twice your age, don’t be gross.”
“Excuse you?” Fox looks up over his glasses, and Ash who holds his hands up.
“My bad, anyway, there’s the coffee. I’m grabbing the merch samples and going to the meeting. Send me a pic when that’s done.” He says, pointing at the tattoo before they head out.
“Bye!” Indy says, smiling and giving a little wave to Derek on her way out the door..
“Uhh…you too!” Derek says before smacking his face when they leave. Fox and I burst out laughing at him, causing him to flip us both off.
“Alright man,I think we are done.” He says, wiping down my hand. “I have to say, I’m fucking amazing.”
I would roll my eyes at the arrogance, if it weren't for the fact that Fox really outdid himself. I stare down at my hand and smile at the tattoo of Ren’s perfectly plump lips on the top of my hand.
“Pretty ballsy,” Fox chuckles as he wraps my hand up. “Getting a tattoo of a woman’s lips before you even ask her to be your girlfriend.”
“I asked her to marry me before she and I were technically friends. This actually fits perfectly with our journey.” I smile as I stand up and stretch.
“Yeah, well, now Janie is going to be all ‘Why don’t you have a tattoo for me’.” I laugh and look down at my phone and see Ren sent me a text about five minutes ago.
Princess: Hey, I hate to ask, but could you pick me up after my pole class? I have a headache.
Princess: Actually, don’t worry about it. I’ll call an Uber.
Me: Absolutely not, beautiful. I will be there. Do not get an Uber.
I smile at Fox. “I really appreciate this man. I better head out, I got to go grab Ren from class.” We give each other a backslap hug before I head out the back door and towards the car.
Holy fucking shit.
A literal pained whimper escapes my mouth as I walk into the dance studio and see Ren spinning around on the pole. She stops and does this sexy slither thing as she holds the pole over her head. My dick has never been so hard. I watch in complete awe as she bends down lower and lower.
“That’s it, pretty girl,” I mutter to myself as I watch her ass slide down.
“Can I help you?” The young male voice causes me to nearly fall over.
“Fucking hell,” I pant with my hand against my chest. “No man, I’m fine.”
“Look old man,”Old man? What the fuck?“This is a dance studio. If you want a show, go somewhere else.” I admit, the balls on a kid so young is impressive.
“Atlas?” I turn to see Sunday and Ren coming out of the dance room.
“Hey Sunday,” I smile. “Hey Beautiful.” I kiss Ren softly as I turn back to the boy.
“Wade,” Sunday scolds. “Were you yelling at Atlas? Son, I’ve told you, just because a man walks in here don’t make him a creep!”
“Mom, he was looking at Ren’s butt and saying ‘that’s it, pretty girl’.”
“Ho-Okay! Well, this has been fun. Sunday, you have a great evening. Princess, let’s go.” I laugh awkwardly as I pull Ren out of the studio, her cackling the whole way to my vehicle.
“You are such a pervert!” She says between laughs.
“Yeah, yeah, get in.” I mumble before walking over to my side. I get in and start the ignition and I heard the gasp.
“You got a tattoo?” She asks, looking at my SaniDerm wrapped hand.
“Yeah, uhh, Fox did it.” I say, suddenly nervous. I watch as she looks at my hand, brows furrowed.
