Atlas (Billionaire Titans)(9)

By: Alison Ryan

My heart thumped in my chest. I would fucking kill him.

“It got so bad that I was missing work. I was scared all the time. He would tell me he always had eyes on me and always would. That as a congressman he had power that I couldn’t fathom. And he also said if I wasn’t going to be with him, I would deeply regret it. He wouldn’t let me humiliate him.” She was crying now. “I can’t talk about this, I’m sorry.”

My inclination was to grab her and hold her but I shook off the temptation. I wasn’t that guy and I didn’t want to give her the wrong idea. She already felt vulnerable and taken advantage of. I wouldn’t contribute to that. My job was to be her oak. To protect her, even from myself.



Spilling my guts about Spencer had taken a lot out of me. It brought back my anxiety and my fear and although Atlas didn’t mean to upset me, I couldn’t help but have a small breakdown.

He must think I’m crazy.

If he did, he didn’t act like it. It was hard to read him, he was so clipped and professional.

“It’s going to be alright, Piper,” Atlas said. “Spencer can’t touch you here. We’ve got bodyguards, a suite that requires passing layers of access to gain entry to and…” he paused. “If any of those things fail, you’ve got me. I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”

Looking at him, I believed it. But he wouldn’t make eye contact with me.

He’s lost respect for me, I thought. Because I got wrapped up with someone like Spencer Cameron.

There was an awkward moment where I didn’t know whether to hug him and thank him, or to simply walk away and let him go about his business. His fists were clenched next to his laptop and he was obviously tense.

I decided to let him have some time to himself.

Tears stung my eyes as I slowly backed out of the room but I didn’t want him to see me crying all the time. Atlas made me wish I could be stronger like him.

“I’m going to unpack,” I said, turning. “Let me know if you want me to order you food.”

“Thanks,” he said, not looking at me. I felt dismissed.

I closed his door and retreated to my room. I threw myself on the bed, wrapping my arms around my knees. I hoped the goose-filled pillow covered up the sound of my sobbing.

Once I was feeling more in control of my emotions, I took a long shower, changed into a low cut silk blouse and jean skirt, and placed a call to room service for a club sandwich and sweet potato fries. I was tempted to order up a bottle of wine with it, but thought maybe getting drunk the first night wasn’t a good look for me.

When I went into the living room I noticed Atlas on the couch, his long body stretched out. The television was on, but his eyes were closed.

I sat in the chair across from him, just staring. How did it feel to be this attractive? I always wondered that. Atlas had the body of a Nordic god, the face of a runway model, and a voice with a deep timbre that gave me goosebumps when he said my name. I looked at his mouth, wondering what it would be like to kiss it or to have it kissing me in places no one else had before. His arms were crossed and his forearm muscles bulged out, his biceps as well with veins running down his arms like rivers. He had large hands that I pictured holding onto me as I rode…

“Uh, Piper?”

Kill me, he was awake. And he’d just caught me staring at him as I had a sex daydream about him. I. Wanted. To. Die.

“Yes. Sorry,” I must have been three shades of red. “I was just… Seeing what you were up to.”

He looked at me funny for a moment but, thankfully, smiled, “Just snoozing. I didn’t sleep much last night.”

“Me either,” I confessed. “I’m sure we’ll both get much better sleep tonight.”


“I ordered a sandwich,” I suddenly said, desperate to fill the silence.

“That’s nice,” he replied, staring at his phone.

“Yep,” I said. Jesus. I was the most boring human being alive. I couldn’t think of a single interesting thing to say.

I stared at the television for a few minutes. He’d put it on the news and suddenly my mother’s face was on the screen, looking earnest and concerned about some murder that had happened in Alexandria. She was the last face I wanted to see right now. My blood pressure was rising with each second.

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