Atlas got out of the car; the door held opened by his chauffeur. He was tired, cranky and frustrated with everything going on lately.
He hadn't found the person responsible for his brother's accident, his brother was still in coma and now there is this woman who wouldn't even let him sleep peacefully.
She had waltzed into his life only a few days ago and now for some inexplicable feelings, he couldn't get her out of his mind.
It made him uneasy because Atlas liked being in control. Whether it was his emotions, decisions or in the bedroom. He liked the raw power and the rush of satisfaction he gets from it.
That's why he hated the strange feeling that was assailing him making him lose control for the first time.
