Verena
The whole Atlas ‘meeting’ Daxton thing had taken a huge toll on me. I could barely sleep on the flight back to Dallas because Atlas agreed to meet today.
While Daxton slept soundly, I kept imagining scenarios of how the meeting would go—it would probably end up in a brawl. I hoped not.
My phone buzzed with a text from Daxton. “I am the reason you didn't end up going to the concert to see that jerk—Zeke—or whatever his name is. I will make this up to you somehow,”
A grin split my face in half. He was always making things up to me even though he wasn't at fault. I was the reason we spent the rest of the evening having s*x all over the house.
Kitchen, Bedroom, Bathroom, and the freaking balcony—we were everywhere.
I texted back. “Going to the concert isn't that important,”
