The Taste of Seduction - Chapter 82

Atlas stared at the woman laughing happily in his arms and he felt his heart pounding in his chest and butterflies in his stomach.

If someone had told him he was going to fall in love again after Cassandra’s death he would have laughed out loud but here he was-having the most beautiful woman in his arms.

Words were not enough to describe his feelings for her. He loved everything about her, her smile, her touch, her presence and soul had him mesmerized.

She was his Angel, his one and only. She had brought into his life love and happiness. Something he never thought he was capable of experiencing and for that he would be an amour to protect her from all the vipers in the world.

“What are you thinking about?” She asked, snapping him from his thoughts.

“My parents.” Atlas replied.

“Oh…”

“Yeah…. this reminds me of them. They used to dance in the kitchen too. I have always wanted a relationship like theirs and now I do.”

Meredith smiled and pressed a kiss on his lips. “I’m sure they’re happy for you.

“Yeah, I just miss them.” Atlas admitted. Something he has never done before since they death, not even to Ace.

“Sorry….it is believed that when people die, they turned into stars and watch us from above during the night.”

Atlas eyes lit up, “Really?”

“Yes! Anytime I miss my mom, I just stay out late to look at the stars. It helps me a lot and I feel better knowing she among the most beautiful things in the sky watching over me. We can watch the stars tonight.”

Atlas broke into a smile. “I would like that.”

Meredith nodded, “Me too.”

She placed her head on his shoulder as they sway to the beat of the song. The song finally ended and they pulled apart.

“That…do you have pictures of your parents? I’m really curious about how they look. At times I can’t believe you real. You’re really handsome!”

Atlas chuckled and grabbed her hand, “let’s go. I have a family portrait room.”

They passed various door until they stopped in front of one. Atlas licked his lips. It’s been so long since he entered this room. It contained so many memories that he was afraid would consume him so he mostly stayed far away from this room. But for some reason, he felt happy for the first time entering this room.

He wanted to show his parents his girlfriend. Now he was a giddy school boy. He took a deep breath and felt Meredith squeezing his hand as a sign of comfort.

He shot her a grateful look and opened the door. The light shone through the curtains and illuminated on the various pictures, paintings and portraits on the wall.

He brought Meredith in front of his mother’s portrait. The woman in the picture was literally a goddess. The way her hair fell down to her waist, her sparkling eyes and luscious lips all made her stunning.

“That’s my mo….”

Atlas paused when he saw the pale look on her face. Meredith drew in a stuttered gasp as she pointed at the protrait.

“She—is…y-your mom?” Her finger trembled as she pointed at the portrait in front of them.

“Yes, what is wrong?” Atlas frowned.

Meredith ignored him and whirled around looking at the various pictures hanging on the wall.

She stepped back and shook her head.

“But how….why….no..” She whispered incoherently.

Atlas grabbed her shoulders and looked into her eyes.

An unknown emotion was glinting in her eyes. A frown marred on his face. Why was she behaving like that? Did she know his parents?

“Angel what is wrong?” He asked, concern etched in his voice.

Meredith grabbed his shirt and opened the buttons hurriedly. She spread the fabric wide and placed her hands on his warm chest. Her fingers trailed the wolf tattoo in daze.

“Meredith!” He called her loudly and she snapped out of whatever was going on with her. She was behaving weird.

“Huh…your tattoo, tell me more about it. Did your mom have a similar one? What about your uncle? Where is he? The one who drew it for you?”

Atlas arched his brow. He had never seen her this riled up and all because of his mom. Did she know her?

“Angel do you know my mom?”

“Yes-No..I mean no I don’t. it’s complicated.” Meredith raked her head through her hair with her hand on her waist.

“So this means….but no….why…how….should. I should tell him? Will he believe me?” He heard her muttered to herself. Her body started swaying.

“Meredith!” Atlas yelled as he saw her falling down. Fortunately, he grabbed her before her body hit the ground.

He quickly took her into his arms and rushed upwards. He placed her on the bed and dialed the doctor’s number.

He picked up and promised to be there soon.

Atlas sat beside her and grabbed her hand lost in thoughts.

Why did she behave the way she did when she saw his mom? What does his tattoo got to do with all of this? Why was she looking happy, confused and scared at the same time?

Atlas rubbed his forehead and sighed. He had so many questions and no answers. His hands trailed his tattoo with a frown on his face.

Now that she asked him, where was his uncle? He had met him thrice throughout his life. When he had stumbled on him arguing with his mom and his mom had introduce him to Atlas, shortly after his mom died and his eighteenth birthday when he had appeared and told them every first-born male in his mother’s family had to bear the symbol and tattooed it for them.

He would normally called once in a while to check up on them but that was it. He was never present in his life.

Atlas took his phone from his pocket and dialed his uncle’s number. It rang for a while before he picked up.

“Atlas, what a pleasant surprise. How are you doing?”

His uncle asked the moment he picked the call.

“I’m good. That the wolf tattoo you designed for me. You said when the time was right, I would know what it meant. What does it mean?”

Atlas asked going straight to the point.

“Why are you suddenly asking me that, Atlas? Did something happen? Were you attacked by any strange people?”

His uncle asked panic and concern etched in his tone.

“No…I’m just curious.”

“Hmmm I will visit you soon. Will tell you everything when I come. I think it’s time to know who you really are since they have finally found her.”

Atlas brows furrowed together.

“Her? Who?”

“No one. I will come soon. I know your father was part of the mafia and his friend trained you well so I’m sure you can protect yourself fine until I come. But remember if you see anything weird just call me.”

He then hung up the phone without waiting for Atlas’s reply. Atlas stared at the phone in a daze. His uncle’s reaction was very suspicious as if he was hiding something from him.

What the hell was going? Whatever it was, he hoped he would be able to have control or be in control.