Page 63 of Atlas
After my parents, I realized that Atlas was right, I didn’t go to them because I couldn’t rely on them to really hearme.So, I am going to do what makes me happy, and if I fall, I know that I fell following my dreams.
A long whistle interrupts my thoughts, and I look up to see black eyes and flirty grin. “Happy Thanksgiving, Ash.” I smile and give him a half hug.
“Happy Thanksgiving Ren, now who is this stunning creature? Have we met because I feel like you look familiar.” Sunday rolls her eyes and flicks her wrist, waving Ash off.
“Not interested, Charming, try your moves on someone else.” Ash, never one to be rejected, smiles and crosses his arms over his wide chest.
“Now, now… no need to be so cold. This is a day that we are to be thankful for our blessings, and I know just what I’m thankful for.”
“It better not be my mom.” Wade's voice nearly growls from behind Ash. Ash goes pale as he turns to look at the glaring boy. I had to admit, it was impressive, the kid shows no fear. He walks to stand in front of Sunday, arms crossed.
“Oh,” Ash says and I roll my eyes. There it was, the typical look of fear that most players got when “baggage” showed its head. I got it as soon as the insulin was brought out. “I didn’t realize you had a kid.”
“Doesn’t mean her parts are broke, you dipshit.” Derek calls from the couch, not looking up from the game. I can’t help but laugh, and Ash turns slightly red.
Sunday glares at the dark-eyed man. “Actually, that is exactly what it means. I’m closed for business. You’ll have to find somewhere else to go, though, even if I didn’t have a kid,” She pauses and gives Ash a once over before huffing out a laugh. “Not a snowball's chance in hell. Call me shallow, but I have a standard, and you ain’t measuring up Dash.”
I watch Ash go pale as he replies quietly, “It’s Ash.”
“Dash, Ash… whatever. Either way, you’re out of here, so go on… get.” Ash slowly turns and walks away, and I stare at Sunday in shock.
“What…the fuck?” I laugh and Sunday shrugs before motioning to Wade to go watch the television.
“He doesn’t remember me.” She hisses, and it’s then I notice it. She’s wearing a mask. Had Ash hurt her by not remembering?
“Sunday, he does have a lot of clients. Maybe if he saw your tattoo, I know Fox remembers–”
“No no,” she whispers as she waves a hand. “I… I slept with him. And he is acting like he doesn’t remember me.” My mouth drops and I look over to Ash, who is talking to Atlas and Fox.
“Oh, I’ll kill him.” I growl and Sunday grabs my arm and pulls me back.
“No! If he doesn’t remember me, I won’t remember him either. I’m not going to let him think that the night we had was so memorable when he can’t be bothered. It was a couple years ago anyway, best to keep it in the past.” Sunday gives me a look as if to say to drop the subject, nodding I give her a hug as we head to the kitchen.
The dinner was spent laughingand joking with the entire crew. Fox and Atlas took it upon themselves to pull out the XBOX to play some fighting game with Wade after we ate too much food. Janie, Sunday and I were in the kitchen cleaning up with a silent Derek.
“Derek,” Janie patted the tall man's back and you could see him visibly stiffen, though he didn’t tell her to get off. Derek was an asshole ninety-nine percent of the time, but he rarely turned that on the women, at least not fully. In fact, he got kind of awkward with ladies a lot of the time. “Go out there with the guys, we can clean up.”
“It’s alright,” he says as he continues rinsing the dishes. “Y’all made the food, it’s the least I could do. Besides, I ain’t got nothing to say to those idiots in there. I see them every day.”
Janie gives me a sad look and I roll my eyes. Janie looks at Derek like a wounded puppy that needs love, whereas the rest of us look at him like a wounded wolf that we need to leave the fuck alone.
Atlas and I make eye contact, and he tilts his head, motioning for me to follow him. I excuse myself from the kitchen and follow Atlas down the hall to Fox and Janie’s spare bedroom.
“Atlas, what are you–” My mouth was captured by his in the sweetest, most romantic kiss. I melt into him as I part my mouth to pull his bottom lip in.
“I love you,” He whispers over and over as he moves to pepper me with hot kisses.
“I love you too, but what are you doing? We are in Fox’s house!” Atlas smirks slyly as he grabs my arm and tugs me across the hall to Fox and Janie’s actual bedroom.
“Trust me, I owe him this.” He chuckles as he backs me up to the bed. Realization hits me and I give him a deadpan look.
“Really Hart? A revenge fuck for what he did over a year ago?”
“Princess, it was my station!” He groans as if I should be on his side. I stare at him for another second before rolling my eyes and pulling down my pajamas and kneeling on the bed.
“Make it fast, bud. If they come in here, you’ll be grounded for years.” I look over my shoulder. Atlas isn’t listening. No, he is too busy staring at my bare ass while fisting his cock through his pajama pants.
“Atlas,” I hiss, waving my ass from side to side. “I’m kind of exposed.” I slip my hand between my legs, rubbing my clit to get myself wet, because there is zero chance I’ll survive Atlas’ large, pierced cock if I’m not properly lubricated.
