"Mr. Atlas, when did it become okay for you to dismiss my people as you please?" I asked with a hint of annoyance. Grayson chuckled and left.

Grayson, of course, knew about our relationship. Once Grayson left, Atlas sat on the couch. He extended his hand.

“Come here.”

I smiled and walked toward him. He grabbed my hand, pulling me onto his lap. “What did you have for lunch?”

“I ate everything you made in the morning, so I’m not in the mood for lunch,” I admitted. “Why did you come?”

“I missed you. Is that a good reason?” His deep eyes locked onto mine.

“Why haven’t I seen you be this clingy before?” I teased.

“I’m addicted! I’m obsessed!” He declared.

This man was shameless, saying such things with a straight face.

He pinched my cheek. “What do you want for dinner?”

I still had no appetite, so I hadn’t even thought about dinner. “I haven’t decided yet. What do you want?”

“I just want you!”

His words almost left me breathless. I pointed at his nose. “I’ll bite you if you kee