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“What are you doing here, Veronica?” Atlas snapped, stepping in between the women.
Veronica rubbed her glossy lips together. “I have an appointment with your mother in fifteen minutes to discuss the engagement dinner for us, silly.”
Jasmine’s gasp pushed him over the edge into rage. He spun around, palms up. “It’s not true.”
“I have the confirmation right here, and a few sample invitations in my bag if you want to see,” Veronica pushed.
“Don’t you think I’d know if I was engaged?” he snapped.
Veronica rolled her eyes and held up the paper. “I know you’ll have your mistresses from time to time, but come on, Atlas. You can do better than her.”
His fists clenched. Seething with anger, he grabbed the invitation and ripped it down the middle. “There. Will. Be. No. Fucking. Engagement. Between. Me. And. You. I don’t know how many fucking ways I can say it.”
“What the fuck is going on?” Bently asked, coming around the front of the car.
“We need to go,” Jasmine said.
“Wait, please,” he begged.
Bently wrapped an arm around Jasmine protectively.
Jasmine shook her head and opened the door, climbing inside.
He wanted to reach out and stop her. Everything had gone to hell. Bently shut the door behind her, folding his arms over his chest. “Leave my sister alone.”
“I love her.”
Veronica gasped.
Bently’s gaze turned to Veronica and then back to him. “I want to believe you, man, but nothing you’ve done proves your words true. If you ever bother my sister again and hurt her . . . Let’s just say, you’ve been warned.” He walked back to the driver’s side and got in, then backed the car out before disappearing from the garage.
“Our parents have planned this since we were kids. Why would you risk everything for some small-town bitch?” Veronica snarled.
He whipped around, stepping into her space. She winced.
“I don’t give a fuck what my family wants. I wouldn’t marry you if my life depended on it.”
“You’ll lose everything,” she threatened.
He scoffed. “I already walked away. I just quit the company before I came down here. Guess you won’t want that engagement party now either since all you really cared about was my money and connections.”
“You’re lying. You don’t have the balls.”
He threw his hands up. “I don’t care what you believe. It’s the truth.”
She looked frantically around the garage and then back to him. “That woman won’t want you now either. What do you have to offer her if your hands are empty?” She huffed and stormed off to the elevator.
Atlas ran a hand over his face. Fuck. How was he going to fix this? How would Jasmine be able to trust him again? This was the exact drama he’d wanted to keep her out of. But Veronica had a point. Who was he without his money and power? Was Jasmine better off without him? He glanced at the elevator. There was no way he was going back there. What was he going to do?
