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 name. it sounded so nice for some 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 something. Also did she say first kiss? Atlas's heart beat faster in his chest with excitement. He knew she was innocent but this innocent? God.
"Meredith" He called her name. 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 Meredith, Mr. Martini isn't an angel.
He would have ripped her clothes right in the elevator and claimed her body like it was his. And once he does that it means 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 names. 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 stammered as she asked, her voice barely a whisper.
"Because Mr. Martini likes complete submission when it comes to sex and he doesn't think she can handle it.
She is too innocent and pure for that Meredith. She deserves a guy who will make love to her not fuck her like some 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 same 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 slammed in his chest when he heard her.
"Meredith." He said in a dark tone warning her.
"Such a shame Mr. Martini assumed 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."
"Meredith!" 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 me."
"That's a crime"
Atlas gave a mirthless chuckle, "The only crime is someone touching what is mine. Now be a good girl and go home."
Atlas stood up and went to stand at the rail looking at the ground of the club. His gaze roamed 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."
"Meri.."
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 came to stand behind her and whispered something in her ear.
Meredith smiled and followed her to the dance floor.
The moment they hit the floor a man slide his hand across Meredith'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.