Severin
“Tell me again about this text you got,” Atlas said.
I leaned back in my office chair. “I’d rather talk about what Mia did to you the other night.”
“One word. Couch.”
I barked out a laugh.
“Moving in with her was a risky decision.”
“Just don’t look at any other woman and you’ll be fine.”
“Anabella wants nothing to do with me. She called me a player.”
“Does that bother you?”
He rubbed his chin and rested his arms on the table. “It kind of bothers me. She’s really nice.”
“If she’s nice, then don’t sleep with her. Be her friend.”
He frowned. “You’re the last person I want to hear relationship advice from.”
“Oh yeah? Even from a man who’s about to get married.”
Atlas shot to his feet. “You’re kidding me.”
I smirked. The idea’s been toying in my mind for a while. Why wai
