"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 miss