“I choose her. Always her.” Were the words Atlas always spoke whenever he was asked to chose between any subject. Atlas was a hopeless romantic when it came to you, although he was a very dominant man and scared off many people, you were the only one who made him submit and drop to his knees and give you anything you wanted. There was absolutely nothing he wouldn’t give you.

Atlas had taken you out for a romantic dinner to a very exclusive restaurant, you made sure to have a private area for just the both of you. He made sure to lay out various expensive gifts around the table just for you. When you arrived wearing an elegant outfit, he quickly approached you and pampered you in complaints and affection, he guided you in the restaurant and towards the private area for the both of you. Immediately you were met with all the gifts he had laid out.

Throughout the night, he admired the way you spoke, ate and subtle gestures of your body language. He threw compliments at you whenever you were doing simple things, you caught him a few times and decided to tease him a little. You’d occasionally rub your foot up his leg underneath the table and made seductive comments about him. At one point, you leaned over the table and hooked your index finger underneath his silver chain and tugged on it slightly, pulling him closer to you.

“Do you consider yourself a man of God, Atlas?” you asked in a sultry tone, shifting your gaze down to his lips then back up at him. He moved his arm and brushed his fingertips against your upper arm, causing goosebumps to form.

“The only time you’ll ever see me perform acts of worship is when i’m down on my knees with my face buried between your legs, darlin.” he replied back in a seductive tone before closing the distance and pressing his lips onto yours.