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He's the grumpy CEO of the company she works for. The very boss, no one gets enough words with before he pushes them far away. And then Sierra Bloom happens. She's the complete opposite of him, and he hates it. But something about her is w...
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"Did you really have to put her into a yellow dress, matching yours?" Atlas asks as he looks towards the backseat where Allie is sound asleep. "The cheeseball is too young to wear dresses. I mean it looks good, not as drop dead gorgeous as you, but cute."
"Well, at least now the colour of her clothes suit your nickname for her." I cross my arms in front of my chest, making a fake-ignorant sound.
"Cheeseball is an amazing nickname, thank you very much."
"It is not."
"It is."
"Oh, shut up." I roll my eyes at him, trying to appear annoyed but the grin on my mouth says otherwise. "Oh wait, did you just say 'thank you very much'?" I gasp, slapping a hand to my mouth.
"I didn't hear myself say that."
"That is because you're deaf." He shrugs, not bothering to disagree. "Why don't you ever try to disagree when I insult you?"
"That wasn't an insult." His hand lies down on my thigh, giving it a firm squeeze. "But because I'm afraid of more insults. You have a big mouth for someone that's a teeny tiny woman with a sun right over her head."
My eyes snap to his instantly. "But you like that."
"I don't think I ever mentioned 'I want a 1.65 meters short woman with an attitude problem and yet being a ray of sunshine' on the 'create-a-wife' website."
I laugh. "Whoever uses a website like that...they shouldn't have a wife."
"That's called online dating."
I shake my head. "I've had a couple dates with a guy from Tinder, and I don't remember asking for a guy named Ted and he has to be obnoxious and narcissistic. If I could create the perfect husband for me—"
Atlas's eyebrows rise up to greet Pluto. "He would look like what?"
I chew on my bottom lip, trying not to laugh. "He'd be blonde, scrawny, an IT nerd, no tattoo's."
"You're just describing the complete opposite of me, aren't you?"
I nod, grinning.
"I have to sign a few papers and I'll be right back out of there. I won't be long," Atlas says, kissing my lips a couple of times. "I love you, sweetheart."
"I love you too."
He jumps out of the car and sprints right towards his office building.
It's Monday, and like I promised Atlas, we'd go on our long overdue honeymoon. I'm not sure where we're going because he planned it all by himself in just a few days, but I'm truly looking forward to it.
