Atlas arched his brows when he heard the familiar voice.
"Miss Rossi?"
"Hmmm." She slurred. Atlas could hear that she was drunk. Really drunk.
"Are you drunk Miss Rossi?" Atlas frowned with displeasure. He could hear the loud blaring of music in the background.
"Yes I am!" He heard her chuckle.
"Why are you drinking at this hour Miss Rossi?" He inhaled and leaned back.
"Why do you care Mr. Martini? Also, I didn't call to get interrogate by you Mr. Martini. I want to talk to Atlas not Mr. Martini."
Atlas lips curled into a smile. He didn't even realize that he was smiling. He liked the way she pronounced his na. it sounded so nice for so reason coming from her.
"And why do you want to talk to Atlas?" He asked softly.
"Because" She paused for a second.
"Because Mr. Martini is a jerk who steals girls first kiss and pretends that nothing has happened. I want to ask Atlas if he knows why Mr. Martini is like that."
Atlas smirked. He didn't know what to even say. This woman was really sothing. Also did she say first kiss? Atlas's heart beat faster in his chest with excitent. He knew she was innocent but this innocent? God.
"redith" He called her na. Atlas heard her suck in a deep breath over the phone.
"Yes Atlas?" She replied lowering her voice.
"Maybe Mr. Martini pretended that nothing happened after kissing her because he was protecting her."
Atlas saw his friends raised in their brows in question but he just ignored them.
"Protecting her from what?" She inquired her voice full of curiosity.
"Protecting her from a monster like him. Because you see redith, Mr. Martini isn't an angel.
He would have ripped her clothes right in the elevator and claid her body like it was his. And once he does that it ans he owns her. Her body, her mouth, her ass, her soul, everything
He would use her body as his personal play toy and whispered dirty words in her ears while calling her degrading nas. But that wouldn't be enough for him"
Atlas's lips said tersely. He heard her drew in shaky breath.
"W-why wouldn't itbe enough for him?" She stamred as she asked, her voice barely a whisper.
"Because Mr. Martini likes complete submission when it cos to sex and he doesn't think she can handle it.
She is too innocent and pure for that redith. She deserves a guy who will make love to her not fuck her like so play thing."
Silence greeted Atlas from the other side of the phone. He could hear her breathing heavy and the music blasting from the background.
Atlas frowned when he realized it was the sa music playing at the club, he was it. Was she in this club right now?
"What if..that's exactly what Miss Rossi wants?" She chuckled as she said.
Atlas's heart slamd in his chest when he heard her.
"redith." He said in a dark tone warning her.
"Such a sha Mr. Martini assud what she wants for her. Now she is here in the club to find a real man who isn't a coward like Mr. Martini and get laid.
I'm sure he would be so much better in bed than Mr. Martini. Maybe he would do all the things Mr. Martini is afraid to do to her and."
"redith!" Atlas saw red. His blood burned just thinking about another man touching her.
"If you let another man touch you, I'm going to amputate every limb from his body and I have better things to do than to amputate a stupid man. Don't tempt ."
"That's a cri"
Atlas gave a mirthless chuckle, "The only cri is soone touching what is mine. Now be a good girl and go ho."
Atlas stood up and went to stand at the rail looking at the ground of the club. His gaze road around until they settle on the petite woman sitting at the bar counter.
"But I'm not a good girl. I'm a bad girl and bad girls don't follow orders. Good night, Mr. Martini."
"ri.."
Atlas heard the beep of the phone and realized that she had hung up the phone.
"Fuck!" he cursed out while he ran his fingers through his hair.
He watched as Sofia ca to stand behind her and whispered sothing in her ear.
redith smiled and followed her to the dance floor.
The mont they hit the floor a man slide his hand across redith's hips and smiled at her.
Atlas could hear the blood rushing through his head as he watched the scene. His jaw clenched and darkness clouded his eyes.
His hands dropped to his sides to form a clenched fists of tension breaking the phone in his hand.
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