The Girl Who Doesn't Quit (Soulless 12) - Page 63

Dex was totally the opposite, like Mom and me. “So…is it weird to date your boss’s daughter?”

“Dex.” I launched bombs from my eyes across the table.

“What?” Dex asked. “I’m just curious.”

Atlas shook his head. “Not really. He never asks me about it.”

“Well, I’ve got to give you a heads-up about that.” Dex was in his jeans and t-shirt, looking nothing like a talented heart surgeon who’d just left the office after seeing patients all day. He never wore a white coat. He never wore a tie. “My dad beat the shit out of her last boyfriend—”

“Shut. Your. Mouth.” I raised my hand and closed my fingers together.

Atlas turned to me, his eyebrow cocked. “Is he serious?”

“You don’t know about it?” Derek fished into his pocket and pulled out his phone to show him the video.

I snatched it out of his hand. “No.”

“Okay…so he is serious.” Atlas continued to watch me. “Your dad really did that?”

“Yep,” Derek said proudly.

“Wow…” Atlas gave a slow nod. “That’s pretty badass.”

“He ended up in jail for the night,” Dex said. “It was all over the news. And Mason ended up with a broken nose and a concussion.”

Atlas grabbed the phone from my hand and hit play.

While he watched it, I glared at my brothers.

Atlas couldn’t look away from it, totally engrossed in the video. My dad’s voice was audible. “Old man, huh?” Shouts rang out in the bar. Then my dad spat on Mason. “Look like this old man made you his bitch.”

I closed my eyes, mortified.

Atlas wore a big-ass smile. “Wow, that was pretty fucking awesome.” He slid the phone back across the table to Derek.

“He’s not a psychopath.” I came to my father’s defense because that was his one mistake.

“No,” Atlas said. “He’s a badass.”

“So, long story short,” Dex said. “Don’t fuck with my dad.”

“Yeah,” Atlas said with a nod. “I’ll make sure to clean out those beakers really well.”

“I think the lesson here is not to hurt Daisy,” Derek said. “Because that’s the one thing that sets him off.”

Atlas returned his arm to my chair, his fingers touching my other shoulder. “Then it looks like I’m safe.”

19

Atlas

It was late.

Everyone had left for the day.

I sat alone in my office with paperwork requiring my attention, but my mind was exhausted. At this time of the day, no amount of caffeine or a good workout could invigorate me. The mind could only function at a high performance for so long before it got fatigued, just like muscles during a workout, legs in a marathon.

But I stayed because I had too much shit to do.

The door to my office opened, and Daisy walked inside.

My eyes flicked to hers, knowing she was about to head out for the night and wanted to have some chitchat before she said goodnight.

But that wasn’t her intention.

She was in a white bra and thong, the color really beautiful on her skin, especially with her dark hair. Her heels tapped against the floor as she slowly approached my desk, the diamond in her navel ring glittering.

In silence, I just stared, my fingers resting over my bottom lip.

She came closer then pressed her palms against the surface of my desk, her cleavage exposed when she leaned over, her long hair sliding forward in a slow and seductive way. She must have been wearing that underneath her clothes all day—and I had no idea.

I’d never met a woman like her.

Confident.

Blatantly sexy.

Unapologetic.

Brilliant.

She knew exactly who she was, and she was proud of that person.

She flicked her hair back and stared at me, like it was my turn.

Without taking my eyes off her, I closed my laptop and placed it in my top drawer. My papers were too important to scatter around and risk losing, so I slid everything over to the opposite side.

She watched me, like a cat about to pounce.

I got to my feet and came around the desk, harder than I’d ever been in my life because I was about to have this woman on my desk, a memory I would replay during the afternoons I sat there and let my mind drift.

Just when my hand slid into her hair to kiss her, she fell to her knees.

And yanked down my jeans.

I inhaled a deep breath, watching her seal her perfect lips around my cock and shove it into her throat. On her knees on the hardwood, she sucked me off while she looked me in the eye, flattening her tongue and opening wide so I could watch my big dick somehow fit inside her little mouth.

Damn.

My hand moved into her hair at the back of her neck, and I enjoyed it, my feet planted apart, drops of her saliva spotting the floor.

She was the best I’d ever had, hands down.

She sucked me until I felt the tightness in my balls, and like she knew when I was about to hit my trigger, she pulled her wet mouth away. She got to her feet and lifted her ass onto my desk.

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