Page 83 of Claiming Atlas

Not that she should forgive me at all.

I don’t even deserve to know someone like Kayla. I mean, she wants to open a fuckingschool, and I’m over here hiding in my hotel room waiting for the next girl to show up and suck me off.

But none of that matters now.

I’m going to fix what I broke.

Chapter Thirty-Six

Atlas

I look at the top of the letter for Kayla’s address, then punch it into Waze and hand the driver my phone. “Wake me up when we get there.”

I pull my beanie down over my eyes and lean back. The problem with drinking yourself into oblivion isn’t the drinking part or even the oblivion, it’s the stopping. My head pounds like there’s a fucking dinosaur bone excavation happening in my brain.

“Sir?”

I groan. I barely closed my eyes.

“We’ve arrived at your destination, Mr. Reynolds.”

I push my beanie back and look out the window. “How long was the drive?”

Red laughs from the front seat. “Thirty minutes.”

I raise an eyebrow. Huh. I open the door and climb out, then reach for the letter on the seat. “C-22.” I look back at the buildings. “Stay here.”

“Sure thing, boss.”

I close the door and pull my beanie off, shoving it into the pocket of my hoodie. I slide my shades on and run my hands through my hair. I look at my reflection in the Escalade’s windows. I’m not at my best, but at least it wasn’t Kayla who saw me at my worst yesterday. Since then, I’ve played a badass show, slept for ten hours, and quit drinking. I mean, not forever, but at least until my mind is somewhat clear again. Maybe I’ll wait for Kayla and we can break my hiatus with champagne.

I smile at the thought.

Time to face the music.

I look up at the buildings and C is the one closest to me. Following the numbers on the doors as they get higher, I finally come to 22, and my feet stop moving forward.

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