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“I’m going to ignore that.” Atlas could pretend otherwise, but she wanted this dick. Resting my chin on her shoulder, I found myself breaking yet another one of my rules. “What happened?”
The last thing I wanted was to talk about her fucking ex, but I was also obsessed with knowing everything about her. To know your enemy was to conquer your enemy, and right now, my dick and her pussy were at war.
“Oh, nothing,” she said easily. “I just found out he and my best friend were messing around at one of the worst times of my life.”
I grimaced but said nothing. There was nothing I could say to make her feel better since I was no better. I’d fucked my fair share of friends, sisters, and cousins before. I’d even dipped off with a mom or two. The difference between her ex and me though was that none of the women I’d screwed over had been mine.
And none of them had been Atlas.
My nature was one of the reasons I avoided commitment in the first place. Why get into a relationship if I know I’m going to cheat? At least single, I owed no loyalty and could do whatever I wanted.
“Why was it the worst time of your life?” I asked her instead. I had a pretty good guess, but she didn’t know I knew.
Atlas shook her head, telling me she didn’t want to talk about it. I decided to respect her wishes for once since I really didn’t want to get that deep in the middle of the shop’s lobby.
Instead, I turned her around and stared into her soul-stealing eyes until I heard myself say, “I would never do that to you.”
Even more shocking than my uttering such a promise was the bone-chilling knowledge that it was the truth. To conquer Atlas Beck was to conquer the universe. There’d be no need to search elsewhere.
Unable to hold back a moment longer, my head lowered.
I saw Atlas still, and just when I thought she’d reject me, she lifted her mouth for me to take. It was an offering that could only be described as tentative, the quick brush of her lips against mine ephemeral.
The connection was over as quickly as it had happened.
“Let me know if you have any more trouble,” I told her quietly. And then, not so subtly, I squeezed her ass, earning a glare from her. “It doesn’t matter how small; I want you to come and get me. It doesn’t even need to be work-related. Anything you need, and Daddy will make it happen. And Atlas?” I gripped her chin when her stubborn ass looked away. “Only me.”
“Thanks, but no thanks. I’d rather gouge out my own eyes with Rick Ross’s toenails. I can take care of myself, Owen.”
“You think after last night I don’t know that?” She didn’t respond, so I kissed her again, this time hard enough to force a startled moan from her, then pretended I didn’t see her mouth chasing after mine when I pulled away and headed into the workshop to get some work done.
Today was my appointment with Demi, so I headed straight over after the shop closed. I walked into the shop with a smile on my face that slowly fell when I found none other than Golden sitting in her chair.
Demi was animatedly talking as she re-twisted his locs, and to my utter shock and jealousy, Golden was actually speaking in low tones back to her. Of course, his sudden bout of chattiness ended as soon as I walked through the door. They were alone in the salon, and I suspected that might have been by design.
“Hey, girl,” Demi greeted when she noticed me. “Take a seat at the bowl. I will be with you in just a sec.”
“Cool.” On my way to the sink, I stopped and smiled down at Golden, who was silently assessing me as he often did. I didn’t think he was interested in me or anything, but I absolutely believed he didn’t trust me for a second. “What’s on your mind today, G?”
He raised his brow as if to say, that’s the best you got?
I grinned and took a seat in the styling chair next to him.Challenge accepted, my silent friend.
“You know, I was thinking about our conversation the other day, and I decided you’re right…you do look a little like J. Cole.”
His expression dulled.
“Hey, don’t get mad at me, dude.” I raised my hands in mock surrender. “You’re the one who said it.” Golden took a sip of his drink a little too late to hide the subtle lift of his lips. “Anyway, bet you fifty bucks I can crush you in the quiet game.”
He rolled his eyes.
“All right, I’ll tell you a secret…but you have to promise not to tell anyone.”
Golden gave a quiet snort, but seeing the triumph on my face, he rocked his hand in a so-so gesture that said I’d still have to do better than that.
I faked a sigh and stood. “Fine. Have it your way, boss.”
“If you really want to get him talking,” Demi cut in, “ask him if LeBron is better than Kobe. You won’t be able to turn him off then.”
