Heartbreak Me by T.L. Smith Page 0,21

is placed on his shoulder, and he turns his hard eyes to the source of it. A woman, more than likely around my age, smiles down at him but quickly removes her hand.

“Mr. Hyde was hoping to have a word, sir.” She looks down at me, then back to him. “Privately.”

Atlas stands, straightens his suit jacket, and walks away. He doesn’t need to tell me not to move because I do not see that happening at all. My feet are aching, and we had been walking and standing in the same spot for about two hours. This has become very boring, and I don’t even know why I am here.

The chair next to me scrapes as I pick up a piece of finger food from the middle of the table. Turning, I see the man from earlier when we first walked in, take the seat. His hungry eyes eat up my dress, and all of a sudden, the dress I was in love with makes me feel naked and exposed in a way I didn’t think I would feel.

“Didn’t think he would leave you alone.” He smiles, placing a glass of champagne in front of me. I don’t touch it nor thank him for it. “Seems he has an interest in you. Atlas always shares his women. So, what I want to know…” he leans closer so his breath hits the side of my neck, “… what’s so special about you?”

I know this man. He’s a politician and married with kids. Yet, here he is asking me why Atlas can’t share me.

And that thought makes me sick.

“What’s your name?” he asks, to which I ignore him. It’s not him I came with, and it’s not him I am scared of. No. The man I came with, and am equally scared of, is also a man I am attracted to. And that little indiscretion is an issue within itself.

“It’s not wise to ignore someone when they speak to you.”

I scoff and turn around to see if Atlas is coming back. A hard hand lands on my leg, and I still. Turning around, I notice the dirty politician has a gleam in his eyes as he stares at me.

“You’re just a whore. Whores speak as they are told. So when I speak to you, you answer. Right, whore?”

I lean in close, my hand moving to his leg, then I sneak it up, catch hold of his dick, and squeeze. “Get your filthy fucking hands off me before I squash your cock so hard, I will break it. And don’t ever speak to a woman like that again, you pig.” I squeeze his cock even harder for good measure as his hand breaks free from my leg. The minute I free his cock, he stands, towering over me.

“Is there a problem here?” I never thought I would be soothed by that voice, but I am.

Dirty politician asshole looks to Atlas, then back at me. “Keep your whores in line.” He purses his lips in anger before he turns and walks away.

Letting go of a breath I didn’t know I was holding, I finally relax.

“Get up, we’re leaving.” I turn at that voice, that extremely angry voice, and with it, stormy eyes are directed at me.

Shit! Shit!

Standing, he doesn’t offer me his hand, and I watch as he wipes at his lips.

Is that red lipstick stained on them?

Fuck! What do I care?

As soon as we push out the door, we walk down the street to where I see his car waiting. The minute we reach it, he opens the door and instructs me to get in, which I do, and he follows. Atlas is quiet for the entire drive home.

Once we finally reach my house, which is outside of the city, I am more than thankful to get out and away from him, except he follows me to my door. I unlock it and turn to him, but before I can say a word, I’m being pushed inside, his hand going to my waist as he shoves me to the nearest wall, my back hitting it hard.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” His stormy amber eyes search mine.

Chapter Eleven

Atlas

I have been gentle when there has been no need for it. I have been patient, and I don’t even fucking know why. It’s not like she deserves it, and if she was any other woman, I would not be gentle nor patient. She would do as I ask with no questions.

But not her,