Stealing the Heart of Mr. Steele

Chapter 120 Chapter 120

[Cordelia]

Atlas' willingness to be more open about our relationship is both exciting and terrifying. I love that he loves me and that he wants to let everyone else know about it, but at what cost? I don't like how cavalier he is about how it might be perceived by others. What kind of man is engaged to one girl, marries her little sister, divorces her, finds his first love, is engaged to her, and cheats on that true love with her pregnant little sister?This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

I can't shake the feeling that this is all going to come back and bite us in the backside while we are not paying attention.

Even with my fears, I can smell Atlas on my skin and I can't help but feel joy. This morning has been rough and heartbreaking in many ways, but the night before was magic. I saw a side of Atlas that I was completely blind to before and something happened that I thought was impossible.

I fell in love with my ex-husband.

I thought I loved him before. I wanted to love him so badly. But Angelica was right about one thing. The love I felt for him when I was younger was a puppy love of sorts because how can you love someone that you don't know?

Surely there is more to this man that I know even now, but rather than have this knowledge be a complete mystery, learning more about Atlas Steele feels like a surprise. I'm willing to reconsider our relationship. I'm not sure about marriage yet, but I'm open to learning about him more intimately.

We've already begun making new memories together. Joyful memories of shared hardship and incredible passion. As I stand on the side of the street, his warmth still fresh on my skin, I can still feel the burn of his teeth on my body and the delicious friction of him moving inside of me, filling every inch.

Dear god, I'm going to have a hard time making it through today thinking of him in such passionate ways.

Atlas had wanted to come up with me, but I knew if I let him, I'd never get any sleep and I wanted to come into the office later today to see how my line is doing. Besides, if we're going out tonight, I'm going to want to get as much rest as I can. I have a feeling that he has big plans for the two of us, and I want to be awake for every moment of it.

That doesn't mean he didn't keep on trying to convince me it would be a good idea. After kissing me in the car, when he followed me out, he kissed me again on the landing, against the door, and...let's just say I hope nobody was watching because they might have gotten a bit more of a show than they were bargaining for.

For a man who projects himself to the world as being so hard and unfeeling, he burns with a passion so hot that once ignited continues to burn even after consuming everything. Underneath that perfectly pressed suit and carefully cultivated calm is a man who loves with unending devotion.

When you're with him, and you know he loves you, there is no question. If I had felt even a fraction of this passion, I'd have never questioned his loyalty in the past. If only we had found each other before everything went sideways.

"Tonight," I eventually push him away, adjusting my clothing as he adjusts his. Our kisses were a bit more passionate than should be allowable in public, and neither one of us wanted to get arrested for indecent

exposure

He bends down in a formal bow, kissing my hand and looking up at me through his lace-like lashes.

If I weren't already pregnant with his child i would be from that stare alone.

"Tonight," he promises, and my core clenches. He smiles, reading the desire in my eyes and I feel a burn rising from my toes to the top of my head.

Am I ever going to get enough of this man?

We stand there staring in awe at one another for several minutes. Our hands still touching, he kisses my fingertips and leaves there. Watching him walk away, gives me goosebumps but somehow I manage to turn and enter the building. So this is what it feels like to fall in love?

Humming softly to myself, I turn the comer to my hallway and pause.

Clark's door is open. I hear the soft sound of familiar fernale laughter. Taking a step back not wanting to disturb them, I peek around the corner, waiting for her to emerge.

"Ah ha," I grin as I whisper to myself. "I knew it."

And I'm never going to let them live this down. Not for as long as any of us live.