ATLAS
I hated situations like this.
Situations where I had to choose.
Right now, my hands were tied. And I f*****g hated it. I also hated the look Elena had had on her face, only moments ago.
I’d watched her scurry out of here, fighting back obvious tears. And all I could do was, well..nothing.
She tried to mask her pain, but failed woefully.
She was beyond hurt, and I did that to her.
I knew I once told her I wasn’t the type to do relationships, and now she’s met Rhoda. My fiancée.
I can only imagine the pain she must have felt.
She was probably thinking I’d lied to her to just to get into her pants. But it was more than that.
The thing is… I actually need Rhoda. Our relationship was not a romantic one..at least to me.
Rhoda’s more like a pawn I’m trying to use to climb h
