Heartbreak Me by T.L. Smith Page 0,67
to her jaw, I see her eyes are shut as she answers me, “I like you to, Atlas Hyde.” She whispers like it’s a truth she never wanted out in the open. “But you are still an ass.”
I chuckle at her words and push my finger in hard. She moans as my thumb presses on her clit, circling it slowly. Pressing in and out, I insert another finger, and she moans louder.
I feel her come not long after, when her sweet pussy tightens around my fingers, and she tries hard to stay as still as she can while moans leave her mouth. Pulling my fingers out, I resume where I was next to her.
“Have you thought maybe it’s just about the sex,” she whispers.
“It can’t be,” I tell her honestly. “I have sex with different women, and none make me come back like you do.”
“That isn’t very encouraging, knowing you are fucking other women.”
“None since you.” I watch her breathing stop at my words.
“I’ve had enough hurt to last me a lifetime, Atlas.” I don’t say a word, because that’s not something I can guarantee her. “So, walk away if you think you will break my heart before it’s too late,” she whispers.
But that’s impossible to do.
To walk away from her.
I’ve tried and failed.
Chapter Thirty
Theadora
Atlas goes to work and comes back every night that week, and every time, he brings me food. Tina stops after the second night, knowing he’s doing it, and she smiles as she leaves. They like each other, and I like that they do. Atlas doesn’t like many people, but, for some reason, he seems to like Tina.
On the weekend, I start moving more, the pain being much less and almost tolerable now. I tell Atlas I will be going back to work, but he looks at me as if I have grown a second head and instantly starts shaking his.
“That’s not going to happen,” he says with victory in his tone as if he’s won a fight I didn’t even know we were having. He places the food in front of us, as he does all the time, and starts eating, then he pushes a glass of water my way. He kicks his legs up on the coffee table and switches on the television.
“This is weird. Is this not weird?” I ask, looking at how comfortable he is. His cell starts ringing, and he studies it before he answers, his eyes on me, ready to answer my question.
“Hello.” He continues to watch me. “Yes, soon.” He hangs up, not breaking eye contact. “What is weird?” he asks me finally. “Us?”
I nod.
“Is this not what you want?” He indicates with his hand between us.
“You can’t ask me that. We don’t even know what we are. How do you start something from something so wrong and dark?” I ask him.
“So, you want this to end?”
I scrunch my brows. “I didn’t say that.”
“But you indicated it.”
I shrug. “They say you shouldn’t be sleeping with your boss anyway.”
“That’s an excuse. You know your job is safe, no matter what.”
“I don’t know that,” I argue back.
“For fuck’s sake, Theadora…”
“Yes, Atlas?”
He stands, frustrated. “I have to go to work, and I guess I’ll go home after.”
“Home? You have one of those?” I ask. “How come you never take me there?”
“Is that the problem? That you haven’t seen my house?”
I shrug, looking away. It’s not the problem, but it’s also a part of himself that he keeps away from me. While he can delve into all of my affairs, it seems a bit unfair that I know very little about his personal life.
“Get dressed, you’re coming with me to see what I do, then you’re spending the night at mine.”
I look to the food and don’t move.
“Theodora, get dressed. Or do you want me to pack your bag for you as well as dress you?”
I stand, and he watches me as I walk into my room.
Tina brought me some nice button-up shirts and black leggings. I put them on carefully and sit on the bed to slide my boots on. When I stand, Atlas walks over to me and starts doing up my buttons at the front.
“My men will be surprised to see you,” is all he says, doing up the last button. He leans in and kisses my lips softly, then pulls away, picking up the bag I packed. I follow him out until we reach the front door.
His car is parked out front behind mine, and he holds open the