Heartbreak Me by T.L. Smith Page 0,69

close, and Benji is gone.

“But what he did is unacceptable,” Atlas states. He helps me stand and leans over, kissing my forehead before pulling us away and heading to the elevator.

I look back to Sydney to see her watching, a soft smile on her face, one I have never seen before, but I look away when she spots me staring.

Atlas’s house is big, but did I expect anything less? When we slide out of his car, the doors open, and a lady is standing there dressed in jeans and a shirt, and she takes the bag from Atlas’s hand, holding the doors open for us to enter.

“Madge, my maid,” he says as we walk in.

Atlas’s house is between my house and the casino, not too far out of town, but enough to be away from the hustle and bustle. The exterior has a large wrap around driveway, which is basically a circle, so you can stop in front of the house, then keep driving out if required.

Walking inside, you are met with high ceilings and coolness. No joke, I literally feel cold standing in his house. His living room is sunken, and on the wall is a large-screen television. Two couches, which are brown and look very uncomfortable with pillows thrown over them, surround it. There’s one small coffee table in the middle. His living room is probably the size of my entire house.

He walks me farther down a hallway and into a room with another set of double doors. When I look in, I see a king-sized bed, which is obviously custom made. The mattress is sunken into the wooden frame where you could put a coffee next to you on the bed. It’s amazing.

He walks over to a door, opens it, and places my bag in there, and that’s when I see his walk-in closet.

“This is where you live?” I ask.

He walks over to me and nods his head to the bed. I sit on the wooden part as he leans down and starts to remove my shoes.

“I have a Jacuzzi I have never used. Want to test it out with me?”

My stitches are healing, and I can use my hand again now. My ribs aren’t as sore, so when he says that, I nod my head with encouragement, the warm water will feel awesome on my body.

“I didn’t pack a swimsuit,” I tell him.

“You don’t need it.” He starts to undress, and I look at his door, which is open. “She’s left already. She leaves the minute I get home unless I need something,” he says, referring to his maid. “We have food on the counter, and you and I are going to explore each other very tenderly in the Jacuzzi, aren’t we?” he asks, raising one brow.

“Explore?” I say with a smile.

“Oh, yes, explore we will.” Atlas steps forward once my leggings are off and helps me remove my top. The bruising is almost gone, and I can now lift my arms above my head without flinching too much, but he always helps, he has done all week.

I’m falling a little more each day for him.

And I’m doing nothing at all to stop it.

Kisses are spread all over my lips once we’re both naked. He turns, pulling away, and grips my arm as he walks to where he wants me to go. Stepping through a door, he presses a button and the shutters open, showcasing a Jacuzzi out under the stars. It has fairy lights everywhere and is the most magical thing I have ever seen. On the table next to it are two champagne flutes.

“This is beautiful,” I state as we walk outside.

Atlas helps me in, then he steps in and brings me back so I am sitting on his lap in the water. I can feel him between my legs, but he doesn’t move, he simply hands me a glass and whispers in my ear, “I could get used to this.”

My heart skips a beat at his words. Used to what? Me? Or us doing this? I don’t want to ask him what we are, because I still don’t know, and I am getting used to this side of him.

Chapter Thirty-One

Theadora

Atlas has changed, this much is obvious. He isn’t the same man who had his hand around my throat and told me I had to pay back my sister’s debt. No, he is a man who feeds me, looks after me, and doesn’t give me a choice or wants a thank you. He has