MAD DOG OF LOVE

Inside the dimly lit bar, the neon lights flickered in rhythm with the powerful rock music reverberating through the room. Atlas stood on stage, dressed in a fitted black T-shirt that highlighted his toned physique and a pair of rugged, ripped jeans. With his guitar slung over his shoulder, he strummed confidently, sending electrifying notes across the venue. His fingers moved swiftly along the strings, and each riff drove the crowd wild. Fans screamed his name, reaching their hands out from the audience below, captivated by his rebellious charm. As the song neared its end, Atlas lifted his gaze, scanning the crowd casually. His eyes fell upon a young woman sitting quietly at the edge of the stage, hugging a stack of documents to her chest. She looked distinctly out of place among the frenzied fans, her serious expression a stark contrast to the exhilarated faces around her. Something about her seemed oddly familiar, and in that instant, he recognized her as the person who had once wronged him deeply. When the performance concluded, Atlas slipped backstage, barely having a moment to catch his breath before the same woman appeared, stopping him by grabbing his arm. “Wait, Mr. Atlas,” she said firmly. He turned to face her, his gaze sharp. “What do you want?” “Your parents hired me as your manager,” she declared, her tone steady and unwavering. Atlas scoffed, a bitter smirk on his face. “My life, my work—I make the choices.” His voice dripped with defiance, but as he looked at her familiar, delicate face, he felt a strange tug in his chest, an uncomfortable mix of anger and intrigue. He tilted her chin up slightly, forcing her to meet his gaze. “A manager, huh? That means you have to do everything to keep me satisfied.” Without missing a beat, she replied confidently, “Of course. My job is to take care of you.” He raised an eyebrow, his tone laced with mischief. “From morning till night?” “Absolutely,” she answered with a determined look, which only made his smirk widen. He reached out, playfully pinching her cheek. “Then prepare yourself, because from now on… neither of us will have a moment of peace.” ……………………………………… [Sneak Peek of the Next Chapter] “I want a warm glass of milk before bed,” he said. “I’ll prepare it right away. Please wait a moment,” she replied, turning to leave quickly to get his milk. But before she could move, he grabbed her wrist firmly. “I said I want it before bed, didn’t I?” “You’ll have to bring the warm milk to me in bed!”