"Tell me about your first impression of Elvis."
"First impression was that I wanted to jump his bones and nothing more but that was me with the majority of guys — sleep with them and then run, the exception was Atlas since i've known him forever but I never made him my boyfriend. I was afraid of commitment."
"And did it end up being like that? Sleeping with him and then leaving?"
"Not even damn close."
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📍LAS VEGAS, NEVADA
The International Hotel
MISTAKES PRESENT!!!
DRESSING ROOM
·¯·♫¸¸¸♬·¯·"DOES THIS PLAYSUIT MAKE MY ASS LOOK TOO FLAT?" Shiloh questioned, turning around to look at her butt in the vanity mirror.
"The tip of your asscheeks are hanging out, I think you're okay." Kat replied.
She had chosen a wine red spandex long sleeve playsuit that did everything for her ass — she paired it with platform heels and a thin golden encrusted belt that hung loosely on her small waist.
Atlas wrapped his arms around her, hands sneakily grabbing at the flesh. "You look gorgeous." he mutters before pressing a kiss to her cheekbone.
"I think i'm gonna throw up." murmured James dramatically. "Can we make a rule for there to be no Son on Son macking?"
"Technically, that wouldn't work in your favor because i'm not a Son — I'm Shiloh." she stated matter of factly as her arms hung loosely around the blonde boy's neck as he placed several chaste kisses along her jaw.
Kat rolled her eyes lightly and continued to apply her lipliner. "Date already, for fucks sake."
At the word "date" Shiloh froze completely.
Most people when they're extremely close with someone intimately would absolutely die to be in a relationship with them to escape the situation-ship stage.
Shiloh was not one of those people.
While Atlas has had several girlfriends throughout the years — serious or not, she's never even had a boyfriend before like at all.
And she wasn't interested in having one.
The thought made her skin crawl.
She refused to meet Atlas' eye, afraid of what she'd see in them before there was a knock at the door.
"COME IN!" the band shouted.
The door slowly opened to reveal—
"Elvis Presley." Evelyn mutters under her breath in whimsical awe.
He was now dressed in his performance attire — a white jumpsuit accented with gold hues that stuck perfectly to his thighs and flared out at the calf.
"Hey everybody." he greeted, eyes running over Shiloh's figure for a moment as she found herself quickly pulling away from Atlas at the King's appearance. "I just wanted to wish you all luck tonight. I know the International can be intimidating as all hell, so." he gives them a kind smile.

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