Chapter 15
Emily
Trevor left this morning so I can finally stop worrying about trying to ditch him.
I still haven’t talked to Atlas much, so when my text notification goes off, I expect it to be Brooke from work or Trevor complaining about something.
When I see Atlas’ name on my phone, I freeze.
Is this where he tells me to leave him alone?
I take a deep breath and open the text thread anyway.
Atlas
What do I have to say to convince you to go out with me again?
After all the surface-level bullshit that was few and far between, this is the first thing he says to me? What is his angle?
Emily
Nothing. I’m not interested.
Atlas
Anything you want, I’ll make it happen.
Emily
You would have to chase me in
the woods and catch me first.
Atlas
Done.
Emily
What? I was joking. I didn’t think you’d agree to it. I literally said the first thing I thought you would say no to.
Atlas
Don’t try to play it off. I know you enough to know
you wouldn’t have said it if some part of you didn’t
mean it. When’s your next day off?
Emily
I’m off tonight and then again on Friday.
Atlas
Friday is four days away. I don’t want to wait that long. I’ll
pick you up at 9 PM. And Chaos, I will show up for our date,
on time. If you’re not ready when I show up, I’m taking you
anyway, no matter what you do or don’t have on. Dress
however you like. I’ll even give you my T-shirt if you want it.
The less you wear, the easier you make it for me.
Emily
Whatever.
Atlas
Stop rolling your damn eyes and be ready by nine.
Emily
How did you know I was rolling my eyes?
Atlas
Because I know you.
I left him on read. He may have guessed correctly, but I wasn’t about to tell him that.
I guess he wasn’t giving me a choice on him picking me up, and I trusted him enough to believe he’d keep his word.
Leave it to him to joke about the freaking shirt I was wearing when I answered the door for our first date. He wanted easy access?
Fine, I’d give him easy access, and make him fucking drool in the process. I had three hours to get ready and I wanted to make this man miserable.
I take a long, hot shower, making sure to shave everything and exfoliate my skin.
I wanted his hands on me, and I didn’t want him to let go once they were.
The self doubt tried to drag me back down but I threw that bitch in the closet and locked the fucking door.
I just wanted one day to feel confident enough that I didn’t try to ruin everything.
I exit the shower and blow dry my hair. I leave it down, the natural waves reach a little further than the center of my back. Exiting the bathroom I dig in my dresser looking for the perfect thing when my hands close around a matching red lace bra and panties set. Just what I was looking for.
I pair the matching set with red fishnets and my red converse.
Tucking my knife into my red thong, I clip it into place.
I put on a light layer of makeup, nothing special– eyeliner, mascara, and lipstick.
Then I wait for him on the couch. If he wanted to joke about giving me his t-shirt I’d answer the door in nothing but fishnets and lingerie and take him up on that offer.
There’s a knock at the door and I practically prance to answer it. After checking to make sure it’s Atlas, I throw the door open and walk back towards the living room. Looking back over my shoulder I catch him staring at my ass, but he hasn’t moved from his spot.
“Do you plan on coming inside or are you going to stand there all night?”
“Shit, uh yeah my bad.”
His eyes never leave me as he walks in and slams the door behind him. “Is that all you’re wearing? Pretty sure I said I was going to take you even if you were not ready.”
“Yeah. I know what you said. I also remember you mentioning I could wear your shirt if I wanted to. Or was that a lie?”
I hold one hand out to him for the shirt and my other hand is propped on my hip.
He looks stunned. He glances from my eyes to my hand, from my hand to my cleavage, back to my hand before it seems like what I just said finally clicks into place.
I swear he mumbles something under his breath that sounds a lot like “she’s trying to kill me” but I’m not a hundred percent sure.
He pulls the shirt from over his head in one fluid motion and I can help but trace the line of hair that leads to the waistband of his jeans with my eyes.
It’s not my fault the man looks edible, you can’t blame me for looking.
I take the shirt from him and throw it on.
I purposefully bend over in front of him to grab my phone before walking back out the door.
He follows without a single word and we climb into his car.
∞∞∞
Not really sure why I thought my lazy ass could run through the woods.
I thought it’d be fun. It’s something I’ve always wanted to do.
I’ve read about it plenty of times. It seemed easy enough on paper.
All I wanted to do was get chased through the woods by a masked man and get railed when I got caught.
Seems like a simple request right? What the actual FUCK was I thinking?
! I took two damn steps and already face planted in the fucking mud.
TWO STEPS!
That’s it, that’s as far as I got before embarrassing myself, and of course he saw me eat shit and he laughed. He fucking LAUGHED!
I picked myself up off the ground and tried to scrape my pride off the mud and leaves, but it was hopeless.
I was utterly embarrassed! So much for recreating a spicy book scene.
I huffed out a breath and was turning back to leave when he grabbed me by my throat and pulled me to him.
I refused to look him in the eye. I know he’s going to mock me and say this was a dumb idea to begin with.
I don’t know why I even asked him to do this with me.
I’m so dumb. I should’ve never even mentioned this to Atlas.
I never thought he’d agree so easily when he asked what it’d take for another date.
I was honestly joking thinking he’d say no.
I would’ve been better off ignoring that text completely, saving me the trouble of looking stupid in front of him.
His other hand trails up my back and tangles into my hair. With a sharp tug, he pulls my head back until I have no choice but to make eye contact.
I wasn’t expecting the emotion that reflected in his icy blue eyes. Instead of amusement, I was greeted with heat and lust. His arrogant smirk was still present, but his eyes were heavy-lidded and were a shade darker than normal.
“You know I love when you get all dirty for me my Darling Chaos, but mud wasn’t exactly the substance I thought I’d see you covered in.”
I rolled my eyes and tried to pull away from him, “this was stupid, let’s just go. It’s not like you wanted to do this with me anyways.” He makes a sound that resembles a growl and flexes his fingers a little tighter around my neck.
Bringing his lips to my ear he whispers, “Okay my bratty Little Chaos, you know I love you a lot right?“
There’s no way I just heard him correctly.
Did he just say LOVE? How could he love me when he barely even knows me?
Nope there’s no way he said that. I was speechless.
I nod my head instead of trying to string together words.
The way his fingers feel wrapped around my neck makes my pulse race and my thighs clench.
This doesn’t feel real. I wait for him to correct himself, but he doesn’t.
“Good”, he grunts. “I’m going to need you to remember that because this attitude of yours needs to be fucked out of you. When I catch you, I’m going to fuck you like I hate you, do you understand?”
My eyes glaze over and heat travels through my body as I nodded again.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk, you know that won’t work for me baby girl, use your big girl words. Do you understand?”
I know exactly what he wants to hear so I don’t think about it, “yes si…yes, I understand.” Shit that was not what was supposed to come out of my mouth, it just slipped.
His lips tip up into a smirk, his eyes darken just a little more as his fingers flex a little tighter around my neck. “No, that won’t do. Say what you were going to say.” “I bet you won’t.”
If he wants to play games, fine we can play games. I rolled my eyes again and took a tiny step closer to him. I already know I’m going to enjoy every depraved thing he’s about to do to me. “Yes, Sir. I understand. Are you happy now?”
He lets go of me like I burned him, dropping his hands to his side before reaching into his back pocket and pulling out a ghost face mask. He gives me one last smirk before he pulls his mask down over his face.
“Now Chaos, fucking run.”
I take off sprinting into the woods again while his muffled laughter rings around me. I didn’t take him as the type to enjoy this, but damn am I glad I was wrong.
Atlas
She may not remember, but her body does. Somewhere in there, she’s still Maze. To her, this is the first time she has done this with someone she’s just getting to know. To me, we’ve done this several times and I’m hoping it’ll jog a memory. I really enjoy how she reacts to the chase.
I slipped when I said I love her. Not because I don’t, but because I do and I know she’s not ready to hear that.
Lucky for me, she didn’t even react to it.
She just had to test me by being a fucking brat.
She was always pushing my buttons. It’s like she enjoyed making me snap, and it seems that hasn’t changed a bit.
The little fucking tease show she pulled on me when I picked her up only pushed me further over the edge. If I weren’t trying so hard to control myself, I would’ve bent her over her couch and fucked her there.
It’s so damn frustrating that I’m stuck remembering everything, and she’s clueless.