Sabrina's POVToday has been the weirdest day of my life. I went into work thinking Atlas was lying about his identity and was pretending to be Ashton. But, out of the blue, Ashton shows up at work wanting to reconnect. My head is spinning like crazy, and I don't know what to do.I used to think Ashton was the man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, but when Atlas came into the picture, my priorities shifted. I began focusing on my life without Ashton in it because I'm so happy with Atlas and where I'm at. Ashton left me without any explanation and now he's returned out of the blue, at a pretty convenient time now that I've just started dating Atlas. It could be a coincidence , but surely there has to be more to it, especially if he has known I've been working for Atlas all this time and he could've easily reached out to me months ago.I'm struggling with my feelings about Ashton showing back up in my life and trying to figure out why Atlas has been acting so odd lately.
Sabrina's POV"I love you."I freeze when I hear those three simple words. Individually, the words themselves don't mean much, but when they're put together and coming from the lips of the person you care about most in the world, they mean so much more."You love me?" I stammer, trying to make sense of what is happening right now.Atlas's large hands cup my cheeks, forcing me to look into his eyes, "I've loved you from the moment I first laid eyes on you. I know it seems cheesy to say, but it was love at first sight. I knew from that moment on, I had to have you in my life."I can feel the tears welling in my eyes at his beautiful words, "It's not cheesy, because I feel the same way, too."Atlas's face lights up, a smile spreading across his lips, "Do you love me, too?"I nod my head, "I do. I love you.""Really?" He questions, "You're not just saying it because I did?"I chuckle, shaking my head, "Absolutely not. I love you, Atlas."Atlas wraps his strong arms around my wai
Sabrina's POVThe sunlight shining in through the curtains land right in my eyes, forcing me awake. I feel Atlas's arms tight around my waist and I smile when the memories from last night come rushing back to me.I struggle out of Atlas's tight grip and roll over to check the time on my phone. I have multiple missed calls and texts from Dylan, and I instantly feel bad because I didn't let him know I wasn't coming home last night. Everything happened so quickly that it completely slipped my mind.Atlas mumbles in his sleep and I look back to see him rolling onto his stomach, his hair lays limp over his eyes. I can't stop myself from smiling at the sight of him. His toned tattooed arms are on full show and I am yet to inspect every single piece of ink marked into his soft skin.I frown when I see words etched into the smooth skin on his back. I didn't know he has a tattoo there because we usually wake up together or he has clothes on. I never stopped to ask if he any other tattoos
Sabrina's POVThe first day was the hardest. I couldn't get out of bed for anything besides using the bathroom. I couldn't eat and I didn't feel like showering. All I wanted to do was lie in bed, listen to sad music and cry. Dylan would check in on me several times throughout the day to ask if I wanted anything to eat or to see if I wanted to go for a walk around the neighborhood. Each time I declined his offer, I could see the worry deepening within him. It's not his fault, I know he's trying to help me in my time of need. On the first day, I couldn't even tell him what happened because the wound was still raw, and I was trying to make sense of everything that I had learned . There's a lot to unpack, so I didn't want to unload onto Dylan until I had come to terms with everything first.The second day was a lot like the first. I laid in bed all day with the curtains drawn and my headphones in. My stomach was still in knots, but I managed to eat a slice of toast that Dylan offer
Sabrina's POVI'm nervous walking into the EarthX building. I haven't been here for a week, and yet, it already feels foreign to me. My heart is pounding in my chest at the thought of seeing Atlas again. The pain from the last time I saw him is still raw and I'm worried I've made the wrong decision by coming here.I walk out of the elevator and take a deep breath when I see the door to Atlas's office is wide open. With my eyes on the floor, I lean against the door and wrap my knuckles against it, announcing my arrival."Come in," Atlas's voice is raspy and quiet.When I look up, I'm shocked at the sight of him. His eyes are dull and sunken in with dark circles present. He's dressed in sweatpants; a plain black t-shirt and his hair looks like a bird's nest. He looks pale and sad, and my heart breaks a little bit for him.I know he's the one who brought this on himself, but I still love him, and I hate seeing him this way. "Hi," I mutter, fiddling with the strap on my purse, "Tha
Sabrina's POVIt doesn't take long for the police to arrive at Jane's house. She's sitting on the front steps with her head in her hands, not saying a single word. She seems pretty relaxed considering she is about to get arrested, but I think she's accepted the fact that there is no getting out of this one when our evidence is so strong.When the police arrive, it isn't like the movies where multiple cars speed down the street with their sirens on. Instead, one car pulls up and the two officers speak to Atlas first because he was the one who reported the crime. He spends the next ten minutes recounting everything Jane has done since the prototype was sabotaged. I watch the interaction from my spot on the steps next to Jane."What do you think will happen to me?" Jane asks, her voice quiet. Her attitude has taken a complete three-sixty since our first interaction in the breakroom many months ago. I will never understand why she did what she did, but in this moment, watching her
Sabrina's POVIt's been several days since Jane's arrest and the last time I saw Atlas. I've decided to keep his number blocked until I'm ready to speak to him again. Dylan thinks I should just rip the band-aid off and call him, but I don't know if I'm ready for that.I'm still on the hunt for a new job, but every time I see a potential job listing I'm suitable for, a voice in the back of my mind tells me nothing is better than EarthX. With this type of mentality, I'm never going to find a job.I'm in my final week of college, which means my major writing piece is almost due. Having all this time to myself has allowed me to finish writing it but I'm stuck on the last few sentences because I don't know how to end it. I've somewhat based the two characters off Atlas and me, essentially writing a story about my life.Aside from changing the names, I've written about a billionaire CEO who falls in love with a small-town girl. It has everything from company espionage to road trips an
Sabrina's POVWhat a f*cking a**hole.I've always wondered why men think they can treat women as if they're housewives from the nineteen fifties, who only possess the ability to wait on their husbands' hand and foot. Last time I checked, I'm a woman in the twenty first century. How did I manage to go back to a time where a man could speak to a woman with such little regard for our feelings? Is this a dream? Did I miraculously stumble upon a time machine while I was making coffee?Nope. The man standing in front of me with a sh*t haircut and wrinkled blue suit thinks he can do whatever he wants because he has a penis."You're an idiot," He spits, slamming the paper coffee cup onto the counter in front of me. "How about you go back behind the machine and make me the right f*cking order!"I force a smile, when in reality I want to feel my knuckles glide across his stupid face.Grabbing a new cup from beside me, I write his previous order on the fresh paper. Maybe this man has nev
Sabrina's POVIt's been several days since Jane's arrest and the last time I saw Atlas. I've decided to keep his number blocked until I'm ready to speak to him again. Dylan thinks I should just rip the band-aid off and call him, but I don't know if I'm ready for that.I'm still on the hunt for a new job, but every time I see a potential job listing I'm suitable for, a voice in the back of my mind tells me nothing is better than EarthX. With this type of mentality, I'm never going to find a job.I'm in my final week of college, which means my major writing piece is almost due. Having all this time to myself has allowed me to finish writing it but I'm stuck on the last few sentences because I don't know how to end it. I've somewhat based the two characters off Atlas and me, essentially writing a story about my life.Aside from changing the names, I've written about a billionaire CEO who falls in love with a small-town girl. It has everything from company espionage to road trips an
Sabrina's POVIt doesn't take long for the police to arrive at Jane's house. She's sitting on the front steps with her head in her hands, not saying a single word. She seems pretty relaxed considering she is about to get arrested, but I think she's accepted the fact that there is no getting out of this one when our evidence is so strong.When the police arrive, it isn't like the movies where multiple cars speed down the street with their sirens on. Instead, one car pulls up and the two officers speak to Atlas first because he was the one who reported the crime. He spends the next ten minutes recounting everything Jane has done since the prototype was sabotaged. I watch the interaction from my spot on the steps next to Jane."What do you think will happen to me?" Jane asks, her voice quiet. Her attitude has taken a complete three-sixty since our first interaction in the breakroom many months ago. I will never understand why she did what she did, but in this moment, watching her
Sabrina's POVI'm nervous walking into the EarthX building. I haven't been here for a week, and yet, it already feels foreign to me. My heart is pounding in my chest at the thought of seeing Atlas again. The pain from the last time I saw him is still raw and I'm worried I've made the wrong decision by coming here.I walk out of the elevator and take a deep breath when I see the door to Atlas's office is wide open. With my eyes on the floor, I lean against the door and wrap my knuckles against it, announcing my arrival."Come in," Atlas's voice is raspy and quiet.When I look up, I'm shocked at the sight of him. His eyes are dull and sunken in with dark circles present. He's dressed in sweatpants; a plain black t-shirt and his hair looks like a bird's nest. He looks pale and sad, and my heart breaks a little bit for him.I know he's the one who brought this on himself, but I still love him, and I hate seeing him this way. "Hi," I mutter, fiddling with the strap on my purse, "Tha
Sabrina's POVThe first day was the hardest. I couldn't get out of bed for anything besides using the bathroom. I couldn't eat and I didn't feel like showering. All I wanted to do was lie in bed, listen to sad music and cry. Dylan would check in on me several times throughout the day to ask if I wanted anything to eat or to see if I wanted to go for a walk around the neighborhood. Each time I declined his offer, I could see the worry deepening within him. It's not his fault, I know he's trying to help me in my time of need. On the first day, I couldn't even tell him what happened because the wound was still raw, and I was trying to make sense of everything that I had learned . There's a lot to unpack, so I didn't want to unload onto Dylan until I had come to terms with everything first.The second day was a lot like the first. I laid in bed all day with the curtains drawn and my headphones in. My stomach was still in knots, but I managed to eat a slice of toast that Dylan offer
Sabrina's POVThe sunlight shining in through the curtains land right in my eyes, forcing me awake. I feel Atlas's arms tight around my waist and I smile when the memories from last night come rushing back to me.I struggle out of Atlas's tight grip and roll over to check the time on my phone. I have multiple missed calls and texts from Dylan, and I instantly feel bad because I didn't let him know I wasn't coming home last night. Everything happened so quickly that it completely slipped my mind.Atlas mumbles in his sleep and I look back to see him rolling onto his stomach, his hair lays limp over his eyes. I can't stop myself from smiling at the sight of him. His toned tattooed arms are on full show and I am yet to inspect every single piece of ink marked into his soft skin.I frown when I see words etched into the smooth skin on his back. I didn't know he has a tattoo there because we usually wake up together or he has clothes on. I never stopped to ask if he any other tattoos
Sabrina's POV"I love you."I freeze when I hear those three simple words. Individually, the words themselves don't mean much, but when they're put together and coming from the lips of the person you care about most in the world, they mean so much more."You love me?" I stammer, trying to make sense of what is happening right now.Atlas's large hands cup my cheeks, forcing me to look into his eyes, "I've loved you from the moment I first laid eyes on you. I know it seems cheesy to say, but it was love at first sight. I knew from that moment on, I had to have you in my life."I can feel the tears welling in my eyes at his beautiful words, "It's not cheesy, because I feel the same way, too."Atlas's face lights up, a smile spreading across his lips, "Do you love me, too?"I nod my head, "I do. I love you.""Really?" He questions, "You're not just saying it because I did?"I chuckle, shaking my head, "Absolutely not. I love you, Atlas."Atlas wraps his strong arms around my wai
Sabrina's POVToday has been the weirdest day of my life. I went into work thinking Atlas was lying about his identity and was pretending to be Ashton. But, out of the blue, Ashton shows up at work wanting to reconnect. My head is spinning like crazy, and I don't know what to do.I used to think Ashton was the man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, but when Atlas came into the picture, my priorities shifted. I began focusing on my life without Ashton in it because I'm so happy with Atlas and where I'm at. Ashton left me without any explanation and now he's returned out of the blue, at a pretty convenient time now that I've just started dating Atlas. It could be a coincidence , but surely there has to be more to it, especially if he has known I've been working for Atlas all this time and he could've easily reached out to me months ago.I'm struggling with my feelings about Ashton showing back up in my life and trying to figure out why Atlas has been acting so odd lately.
Sabrina's POVIt's been a week since the trip to Canton, and Atlas has gone back to being himself. We've fallen back into our normal routine of keeping our relationship private from my colleagues at work and working on the new home security watch prototype, despite the Red Chain moving forward with their similar product.The past couple of weeks have been a rollercoaster. Starting with the Red Chain stealing our idea and there being a mole in the company, mixed with me questioning Atlas's true identity. My head is all over the place and I don't know what to do.I think Atlas can tell I've been a little distant since the trip, but I told him it was because I am stressed about college and having to finish my final writing project. It's the best lie I could come up with. My train was running late this morning, which means I'm now five minutes late to work. I'm rushing down the street in my high heels, hoping Atlas doesn't notice I'm not there yet. I know he's my boyfriend, but if my
Sabrina's POVThe sun wakes Atlas and me bright and early. We decided we wanted to be back in New York around midday because Atlas has some business to take care of and I'm sure Dylan is dying to know the details of the weekend, so I'll likely be playing a game of twenty-one questions with him.We pack the Jeep with our belongings and drive down the road to a quiet café to grab a cup of coffee and some hot pastries for the road. The sun is shining bright, the heat beating down on us which is unusual as we come out of winter. Atlas suggested we drive home with the roof down and I couldn't agree with him more. There is something so nice about driving down an open highway with nothing but music vibrating your bones and the wind blowing through your hair. By the time we hit the road, it's almost nine in the morning. I slump in my seat as we pass the 'Leaving Canton Now' sign because I wish we could've stayed longer to further explore the beauties this town has to offer. I miss seei