Atlas Black

Chapter 26

L L A N A M O R O Z O V A

I'd been called to one of the back rooms and I had an unnerving and unsettling feeling as I stepped into the dark little room. In the corner sat a full body tatted man wearing a blazer and white shirt underneath with open collar, a silver chain dangling loose from his neck and black pants paired like he's all ready for business.

At first, I was unsure of who I was even encountering with and his face was a blur until he spoke out in that deep, gravelly, husky tone of his. And my body trembles in the immediate vicinity of this man.

I was seconds away of making my move with an equally stunning man; Kade Black. And although some features and characteristics are slightly similar between Aiden and Kade, I can't help but feel more physically attracted to Aiden. Though emotionally, I feel for Kade.

I'm not in control with the way my heart beat doubles twice the speed and pace whenever I'm in close proximity of him and definitely in no way in control with the way pussy reacts and throbs. Him just sitting there at ease, slouching like he holds the world in his own two palms. It's sexy as fuck. Not mention he cleans up deliciously in a suit.

The entire conversation was just an argument of why I was here, cat-called, being sent to go home. And despite my obvious attraction the guy my anger levels haven't subsided but yet increased. It's excruciating how much this man makes me want to rip his throat out but also wanting to fuck him and ride him to the ends of earth.

"I've said it before and I'll say it again, Aiden. No. Im not going home! Who are you going to call on me huh?!" I grit my teeth and im almost about to break my molars from all the grinding and pressure I'm using on them.

"Don't test me Morozova. You don't know what I'm capable of." He taps his longer fingers on the arms of the chair.

"Nice try. That doesn't scare me." And it goes on and on like this. The argument not ceasing once and I can see his frustration as well as mine visibly sky rocketing.

"I'll strip away your all your earnt money and kick you out of this club, personally, and I'll make sure the bouncer knows your face so you'll be revoked from ever stepping foot in the place ever again. Is that what you want? Is that what you want me to do?" He taunts me and my face burns with fiery, hot red anger.

Next thing I know he's firing questions at me likes if a game of 20 questions. All consisting of one words such as: "Why?" and "why are you here?" and it jars me out. Then a series of "you shouldn't be here. You're attracting every males attention." Like that's my problem?

"Because I fucking work here! I'm a responsible adult and I don't need your permission!" I yell my anger reaching its peak.

"Clearly. Not when you're dressed like a slut." He spits out venomously.

"So you're saying I'm asking for it? Because I'm dressed like a slut?! Gosh, I can't fucking believe you Aiden! I'm out of here, I'm not standing here wasting my time taking verbal attacks from you when I should be enjoying my time out there. I'm leaving."

"Oh no you're not." And before I can even blink or breathe my next breath, he's onto me pushing his hard, lean body into my back. My front connecting with the door and his palm placed on the door keeping it closed.

"Let me go, Aiden. I don't have time this." I try squirming away from his grip but I'm trapped in between the door and his big broad frame towering over me.