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CHAPTER 5

Chyler

He was incredibly hot, and I knew I wanted a man like that between my legs by the end of the night. Atlas. I loved the taste of his name on my tongue. I was going to have some fun with him. When I served his group at the bar, I could feel his eyes roaming up and down my body. It was a strange feeling, almost electric. I had never really felt someone’s gaze on my skin before, but this was so different. It sent a chill down my spine, making me even more interested in him.

I was relieved that he just so happened to step out into that alley while I was out there because I sure as shit wasn’t going to hunt him down tonight. I mean, I could if I really wanted to, but not if he was going to be as much of an asshole as his friends. I didn’t feel like dealing with another Jake in the morning.

Returning behind the bar, my mood was already turning sour again. Diane, the bartender who came out back and ruined my moment with Atlas, was a bitch—to say the least; on top of that, she was the Lead for the night, so I had to do whatever she told me, even though I didn’t actually work for her.

I caught Madison waiting for me at the end of the bar. She dropped her tray down on the counter and blew out a breath, tucking a few loose strands of hair behind her ear. She looked every ounce of frustrated and annoyed, a deadly combination when it came to her.

“Are we ready to spike him yet?” I looked at her as I started mixing the drinks she had listed on her notepad: two Manhattans, a gin and tonic, and a cosmopolitan. I’m not sure which guy in the booth was drinking the Cosmo, but I wasn’t about to judge. I am more of a gin and tonic girl myself—but I’ll order the occasional lemon drop martini, too.

“Not just yet, but I am guessing we will with the next round. They look like they are getting bored and about to finish their deal.” She looked up to the balcony, and I followed her gaze to find Alexis resting her hip against the rail.

“Who is escorting him out of the club when this is all done?” With me being behind the bar, there would be no way that I could get up there and pull him out myself. I would be the one to drive the SUV and get us out of here before anyone noticed he was missing. As much as I loved a man wrapped around me, I didn’t like having to haul them out of anywhere when they were falling all over the place.

“Alexis will. She’s going to escort him out of the VIP Suite and bring him to the back alley, where we can load him up and get him to the warehouse. ”

“And you are sure we have the right guy?” I raised a questioning brow and placed the drinks I had just made on her tray. I wasn’t completely doubting her, but I don’t recall even getting the name of the person we were supposed to question. How was she supposed to drug the right guy if we had no idea which one he was?

“How many men do you know to show up to a nightclub with a briefcase in hand?” She huffed and slammed her hands down on her hips. I could tell she was getting just as agitated as I was with the night, but she didn’t need to act like I had just accused her of robbing a bank.

“Fair point, no need to get huffy with me; I was just asking. Settle down, Mads.” I rolled my eyes at her, dropping cherries into the Manhattans and a curl of orange peel into the Cosmo.

“Whatever, I’ll see you shortly with the next round of drinks.” Carefully lifting her tray, she made her way back to the stairs leading up to the VIP Suites.

When I could no longer see Madison in the crowd, my eyes tracked a path over to the emergency exit door at the far end of the floor. Atlas had reentered the nightclub and couldn’t stop the grin that tugged at my lips.

Flirting with him felt like such a rush, one I hadn’t experienced before. Although I had flirted with plenty of men over the years, none had left me thinking about them beyond our initial interaction—he was different. I couldn’t get him out of my head.

When he took that cigarette from my hand, I knew I had to have him.

That he was going to be mine .

The inside of the nightclub was dimly lit, so I couldn’t get a good look at him while he was standing at the bar, but his broad shoulders and the way he carried himself told me more than enough—that he was exactly my type. What sealed the deal for me was seeing him outside under the light of the back door.

His dark brown hair was long on top and buzzed shorter on the sides, with subtle caramel streaks throughout. He styled it spiked upwards, and I couldn’t resist the temptation to run my fingers through it to feel his soft-looking strands. Light stubble along his strong-cut jaw gave him a masculine appearance, and his eyes— oh, his eyes .

They were an enchanting tricolored heterochromatic mix of blue, green, and brown. When our eyes locked, I found it difficult to tear my gaze from his. Staring into his eyes was like diving into an ocean; he could drown me at any given second.

Fingers were snapping in front of my face, coming from an overly-annoyed and bitchy woman—Diane. I was about to snap in her face if she didn’t remove her fingers from in front of mine.

“If you are done daydreaming, we have customers who need drinks.” She snapped at me, and it took all of my restraint not to take the closest sharp object and stab her with it. I hated doing these undercover jobs, especially when they involved being bossed around by someone like her.

Gritting my teeth, I picked up my flat bar, slid it into the sweatband around my arm, and worked my way down the bar of thirsty patrons.

One hour .

That was all I needed.

The last hour of serving drinks flew by faster than I had anticipated because after what only felt like minutes, I looked over and saw my eye candy of a man leaning on the bar counter with his forearms. Atlas . His eyes roamed up and down my body, and already I was starting to feel the heat pooling between my thighs.

His gaze alone set me on fire, and I had been burning since we met out in the alleyway. A shiver went down my spine, and I could feel my core tightening. He had such an effect on me. We were almost done with our assignment here, and I was not going to wait any longer to satisfy my craving for him, knowing I would most likely never see him again after tonight.

“I’m going on break,” I said to no one in particular as I strode out from behind the bar, grabbing him by the front of his shirt and pulling him into the dark hall around the corner. I shoved him up against the wall, and without a second to spare, my mouth crashed onto his, and I let myself get carried away with him. I didn’t let him get a single word in as I felt him return the searing kiss. His hands trailed up and down my sides before he gripped my hips tightly.

His body was hard, and I pressed myself up against him, fisting his shirt in my hands. He tasted better than any man I’ve ever had before, and I was going to consume him entirely. His hand moved to the back of my neck, where his fingers tangled in the loose strands of hair, and he pressed my face into his, deepening our kiss with his tongue. Our kissing was hard and frantic, all tongue and teeth colliding with one another.

Without breaking our kiss, I turned the handle behind his hip and pushed him into the private employee restroom, kicking the door shut behind us and locking it. Not like I would care if someone were to walk in on us, but I wasn’t going to let Diane spoil this moment when she came looking for me again.

“I saw what you just did, and I’m expecting details when you— ” Madison's voice dripped with amusement in my ear, and I ripped out my earpiece, throwing it to the floor. I didn't need her ruining this either. I would update her later if I felt like I needed to—probably not, though. The room was dark inside, with an all-black interior from ceiling to floor, a single bathroom stall, and a dim light above the sink.

Grabbing my thighs, he pulled me up his body, and I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist, the hem of my tight dress rolling up and over my hips with the movement. I then grabbed onto his shoulders as he slammed my back against the door. I let out a moan as my hands slid up the back of his neck, and my fingers tangled in his hair, lightly pulling at the silky strands. They were as soft as I had imagined them, and I couldn’t resist tugging a little harder. He was rough and perfect, just how I liked it. I wasn’t fragile; he couldn’t break me even if he tried.

My skin seared everywhere he touched, and my core ignited when he ground his hips into me. I could feel his rock-hard length through his pants—there was too much clothing between us; I needed him inside me, now. I could feel my underwear soaking in the wetness that he was creating, and I rolled my hips against him, my breaths becoming heavy with desire. More, I needed more.

I bit down on his lip, almost to the point of drawing blood, and he let out a groan, which I immediately captured with my mouth.

I wanted everything of his.

He pressed his body into mine for support, pushing me harder into the door, and released a hand from one of my thighs, sliding it down between us, letting out a curse as he discovered just how wet I was for him. I bit my lip with a grin, staring into his immaculate eyes.

“All of this just for me, sweet thing?” He breathed as his finger slid beneath my underwear and trailed up and down my aching core. Slowly he dipped his finger inside me, and I sucked in a breath, tightening my grip on his hair even more and pressing my forehead against his. Fuck, his finger felt so good inside of me. I could only imagine how magnificent his cock would feel.

One single finger and I was already at his mercy, my body trembling from the pure ecstasy that radiated from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. Never has a man had me so wound up to where a single finger could threaten to undo me. A second finger was added, and I bucked against his hand, his thumb joining in and starting to slowly work my clit.

“That’s it, ride my hand.” He murmured, his mouth moving to the crook of my neck, nipping and biting, his hot breath caressing my skin.

I could feel my climax coming as the thread of my pleasure started to spiral and become taught, his thumb pressing harder into me as his fingers curled and stroked inside. I was so close that nothing was stopping me from tipping over the edge.

He continued kissing me, dragging his mouth along my neck, and I tilted my head to the side to give him better access as he sucked and bit the tender skin in all the right and sensitive places.

“Come for me.” His voice vibrated against my skin, and my climax ripped through me. I bit down on his shoulder, moaning into him as he continued to stroke me with his fingers, coaxing out my release, my hands fisting his shirt at his back, almost tearing it apart.

He removed his hand from my dripping core and returned it to my thigh, spinning us around and pressing my ass against the sink, dropping down to his knees in a single fluid movement.

My gaze followed him, eyes widening, my heart hammering in my chest for what I knew was coming next—but all I really wanted was him inside me. Sliding his hands up my thighs, my dress still bunched over my hips, he pulled down my underwear, and I leaned back just enough that he could pull them over my boots and off completely.

“These,” he shoved them into his back pocket with a wolfish grin. “are mine now.”

It wasn’t just my thong that went into his back pocket; a part of me went with it, too. I was his, even if I didn’t want to be. My resolve was cracking. Without a word, I swallowed and nodded as he lifted my leg and placed it over his shoulder, licking his lips.

I needed him inside me so badly that I was about to grab him by his hair to pull him up and demand him to just fuck me already—but with one long pass from his tongue up my slit, that protest died my throat, all thought left my head. Mind-fucking-blown.

His goddamn mouth was incredible—utter bliss. I tangled my fingers in his hair with one hand and gripped the edge of the sink with the other. Another pass of his tongue and I was unraveling. The moment the tip of his tongue caressed my clit, he locked down on it and began sucking—hard. Teeth grazing and nipping against the already over-sensitive nerves had me dropping my head back against the mirror and releasing an audible moan.

I could feel him chuckle against my body.

“Eyes on me, baby.” He growled as he continued to feast on me like a man starved. I angled my head down towards him, my eyes locked on his—blues, greens, and browns dancing harmoniously together. They were captivating and dangerous at the same time.

Without breaking our eye contact, he lapped at my core, sliding his tongue as deep inside of me as it would go—and I went feral with lust. My knuckles began to turn white with how hard I was gripping the sink; I didn’t take my eyes off him as I felt another climax building inside me.

He removed his tongue and slid two fingers inside, pumping me as he latched back down on my clit and tortured the nerves there. I whimpered, biting down on my lip, and closed my eyes, throwing my head back against the mirror again, almost shattering it. He was so good with his mouth; I was spiraling out of control.

“Let me taste you fully. I bet you taste like sweet fucking candy.” He bit down on my clit, and a shock wave vibrated throughout my body; it was as if I had been struck by lightning.

“Oh, fuck .” Another fierce climax flooded my senses as I cried out, releasing my hands from the sink and shoving them into my hair, pulling at the strands until they hurt. I was shaking with my release as he dropped my leg and stood to his full height in front of me, his mouth glistening with my pleasure.

I was panting like a bitch in heat as I stared up at him. He dragged his tongue along his bottom lip, bringing his fingers that were just inside of me to his mouth, and dipped them between his lips, slowly sucking what was left of me off of them. Savoring me.

“This is going to be a problem.” He smirked, wrapping a hand behind my head to pull me towards him.

“What… is?” I panted, my throat so dry I could barely form words at this point. Two earth-shattering orgasms and he already had me utterly mindless for him.

“You taste even better than I was hoping. I don’t think I will be able to give this up.”

I wasn’t sure I would be able to give him up after this.

He pulled my face to his and kissed me deeply. I could taste myself on his lips and his tongue as it tangled with mine. He pulled back, and with a curse, his hands slid back to my hips. He flipped me around and bent me over the sink.

Pressing his hard body against my back, he leaned down so his mouth was against my ear, and he whispered.

“Hands on the mirror, baby. And whatever you do, don’t let go.”

Another whimper escaped my lips as I placed my hands on the mirror, my eyes meeting his over my shoulder through the reflection. Without breaking his lock on me, he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, releasing his rock-hard cock from them and nudging my legs apart with his knees.

My eyes widened, and I sucked in a breath as I watched him stroke his thick length from tip to base and line himself up against my soaking entrance, the feeling of his head pressed against my core already threatening to unravel me. He was huge, bigger than any I have had before. I had never been intimidated by a man until now.

“It’ll fit, and you’ll take it all; don’t you worry about that.”

He licked his lips, moving one hand from my hip to my shoulder, gripping firmly, and without warning, he drove himself into me—hard and deep. I braced myself on the mirror and bit back a moan.

“Goddamn. You’re so tight and perfect. It’s like your cunt was made to take my cock.”

He pulled out and slammed back into me again, keeping a punishing, rough pace; it was the best mix of pain and pleasure.

My back arched, hips tilted so he could have a better angle to go deeper—and fuck, did he go deeper. His next thrust had me almost collapsing forward on the sink, my hips digging into the porcelain. I could barely hold myself back any longer; my body began to tighten and tremble, and my breathing became heavier as he continued pounding into me .

His hand slid from my hip and reached around to my clit, rolling it with the tips of his fingers and creating even more delicious friction that threatened to push me over the edge.

He leaned back over me without slowing his pace and whispered in my ear.

“You and me together, sweet thing. Let me feel you come around my cock like it’s yours.”

Like pulling the trigger of a loaded gun, his words were my undoing. I erupted.

“Atlas” I screamed his name over and over again as my walls clamped down and completely shattered around him. He continued to ride me, his release following shortly after, and with a final hard, deep thrust, he came inside me, his cock pulsating with his release as he pushed even deeper.

“Fuck.” He groaned, and I went completely limp under him, my hands dropping from the mirror as his arm wrapped around my waist, holding my back against his chest for support, both of us panting and words lost to us.

He dragged kisses along the back of my neck and down the exposed skin of my back as I slowly fell back into reality.

Never, in all my time of exploring men, has one of them made me feel like this. Made me— feel —anything besides the satisfaction that follows any form of sexual release; then Atlas came along and punctured holes in the wall that I had spent so long building up.

With every thrust he made into me, another hole and another crack that fractured outward, threatening to shatter the foundation altogether .

I was so fucked.

Attempting to compose myself after what was quite possibly the most amazing fuck I’ve ever had, I scrambled out of Atlas’s arms and pulled my dress back down over my hips, searching the floor for the earpiece that I threw when we entered.

He found it before I could and picked it up, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me back against him so our chests touched. He brushed my hair away and gently placed it over my ear. I turned my head away from him, trying to think of something—anything—to say, but I was at a loss for words.

Before my parents’ accident, I believed in love. I believed in the happily ever after. I even dreamed of meeting Mr. Right and falling head over heels in love like the fairytales my Mom would read to me before bed.

My fairytale shattered the day they were taken from me, and I was shuffled off to another family. The day that the social worker uprooted me from my home, I swore that I would never allow love to destroy me ever again.

The pain I felt with the loss of them was more than I could bear. Being alone in the world, I knew I had to be resilient and strong. I needed to be unbreakable, and in doing so, I shoved any feelings of love into the dark recesses of my soul and blocked them off. I became a shell of what I used to be when they were alive .

I guess that’s what makes me so good at my job—because I harbor no feelings of compassion or love, I am free to blindly wreak havoc on others.

Love hurts and burns. It sears into the soul, leaving a mark that can never be entirely erased. I never thought I could ever commit myself to another—to love. But Atlas…

I don’t know how or when he did it, but he chipped away at that wall I had built, and now that softer side, the side that wants to love, was leaking out like a broken faucet. I was feeling emotions for him that I hadn’t felt in a very long time.

I wanted to keep him more than anything, but I wasn’t sure I was still capable of doing so. Could he even love someone like me? Or was I just a simple, quick, and easy fuck for him?

He grabbed my chin, tilting my face to look up at him, and I couldn’t help but get lost in his eyes once more.

“Are you going to say anything before running out on me?”

I couldn’t help but suck in a breath as his gaze swallowed me whole. I was drowning in the pool of his beautiful eyes and needed to come up for air.

“I—I have to get back to my shift.” I stuttered and broke our contact, pulling out of his grasp once more.

Just as my hand unlocked the door and pulled on the handle, he grabbed my arm and pressed me against the door, his lips grazing the shell of my ear.

“I know women like you, and I know I look like the good guy—but if you want a villain, I will be that for you— Let me ruin you, my sweet thing .” His voice was silk, laced in lust, dripping honey—all of the above. The problem was, I think he already did. I didn’t even argue with him calling me “his.”

He was breathing heavily as if his heart was beating so hard that it couldn’t keep up with him. My already spent core began to burn, blood pounding in my ears; I pressed my thighs together. Staring back up at him, I parted my lips to speak—my response dying in my throat—before pushing back on him, ripping the door open completely, and taking flight out of the room.

I was hot, scorching.

My blood was boiling me alive under my own skin.

I needed to get distance between us before I gave him more than I was willing to offer. I couldn’t think straight around him—his intoxicating scent and his captivating eyes. He had me lusting over him like a lovesick teenager, and a small part of me reveled in the fact that I had finally found the man who could blow my mind.

Without looking back to see if he followed me from the restroom, I turned the corner and slid to my spot behind the bar. Madison was waiting for me, tapping her fingers on her empty tray.

“Spike this last tray, Alexis says she’s ready to go, and frankly, so am I.” She demanded.

I nodded, clearing my throat, and began making the drinks on her notepad. I stuffed a couple of small white pills into the cherries and dropped them in the glasses. The pills would dissolve in the liquid, but the cherries hid them from sight better—just in case they were watching their drinks.

“So.” She twirled a loose tendril of hair around her finger as she stood there while I poured the drinks .

“So?” I echoed, trying to be as cool as possible, even though deep down, my adrenaline was surging over the exchange between Atlas and myself.

“Are you going to tell me about Mr. Gorgeous?” She leaned forward over the bar, amusement clear on her face, as I reached for the bottle of vodka on the rail.

“What about him?” I shrugged coolly and replaced the bottle after pouring a vodka tonic.

“Well, unless the two of you braided each other's hair and gossiped about celebrities, I’m assuming you two did a little more than just talk in that restroom—which, by the way, the coat check would have been a much better option,” I beg to differ.

She raised her brow and giggled, placing drinks onto her tray. “Not to mention, you are looking more flustered and out of your mind than normal. Do I detect a hint of a post-sex glow too? What did he do to you? Was it that good? Oh, please tell me he knows his way around a—” I held up my hand to stop her from continuing.

She could have gone on for hours asking questions if I let her. Madison was always in for a good sex story. Good , being a complete understatement in regard to what just happened in that restroom.

“I’m going to stop you right there. We are not going to talk about this—him, right now.” I still couldn’t wrap my head around what I was feeling towards Atlas. My impulsive side wanted to run back into his arms and stay there forever.

What is wrong with me? I just met him.

“Hey, I just hope you don’t do anything to ruin the potential here.” She held her hands up in submission .

“Potential?” I scoffed.

“You need a man who can satisfy you in more than just one way. He’s going to be that man, and I am going to make sure of it. I’m sick of the walls you built when we were teens. I thought being separated throughout college would make you relax and grow out of your shell, but apparently, that wasn’t the case.” She picked up the rest of the drinks, lifted her tray, and began walking away.

The bluntness of her words stung like a hard slap across the face. Her family took me in when we were teens. We became best friends—sisters even—and sometimes, I was convinced she knew what I needed more than I did, while other times, I just thought she was being a complete bitch.

Yet here I was, questioning my every thought about Atlas, wondering if she was right and if he was exactly what I needed in my life right now. The problem was that I doubted I would even see him again after tonight. I never gave him a way to contact me.

As I watched Madison storm away from the bar and disappear upstairs, my eyes caught on Alexis.

“Whatever is going on between you two, knock it off; we’ve got a job to complete. Go get changed and meet us out back in twenty.” She spoke over the earpiece as she turned away, following Madison. Let the fun begin.

After leaving the bar, I entered the coat check room and changed into an all-black bodysuit. I then put on a leather jacket with a hood and pulled out a black balaclava, covering my face up to the bridge of my nose. Once the balaclava was in place, I pulled up my hood, leaving only my eyes exposed, and then left the room .

I kept to the shadows of the club as I maneuvered my way to the rear emergency exit door. It didn’t take long for Madison and Alexis to drag the stumbling man out of the nightclub. I was honestly surprised with how quickly the drugs worked on him. He would be asleep very soon.

Opening the tailgate of the black SUV, the two heaved his sluggish body into the cargo space and slammed the door shut.

“We’ve got less than ten minutes before someone notices that he’s gone; let’s get out of here now,” Alexis spoke as she rounded the car, holding on to the man’s briefcase, and jumped into the back seat. Madison climbed into the passenger side, and I jumped into the driver’s, peeling out of the alley and taking us to the warehouse.