He cocked a brow, a slight grin tugging at the corner of his lips. “If we are done, Atlas, I need to get going. I'd like to take care of a few things at the office.”
I nodded.
“Sure thing.”
I pulled the remote from my pocket and unlocked the doors. We shook hands, and he left.
I looked at both Yara and my brother.
"We are done. I will see you tonight. Yara, you are free to go. Zach, make sure you're logged in and ready to go when the time comes. I don't want any mistakes."
He rolled his eyes, stood up, shook my hand, and headed towards the door. He turned to look at me, a smirk spreading across his face.
"Yo, Atlas, you want to let me out of this prison?"
I shot him an angry glare for busting my balls.
I unlocked the door.
"Good riddance, asshole, I growled. I will be in touch with you later."
He chucked the bird and laughed.
"Oh, Atlas, you are just too easy to annoy."
He glanced over at Kitlyn.
"Do me a favor, young lady. Help my brother with his stress. He needs to tone it down a few notches."
Before I lost my temper, he bolted out the door. He knew it was best to hightail it out of here before I charged at him. Kitten took a seat in the kitchen chair opposite me.
Yara yawned, stretching her arms over her head while purposefully jutting her chest out. Kitten's eyes widened, noticing that Yaras's see-through tank showed off more than it had concealed. Yara lookedbored, paying no mind to Kittens' unmistakable look of disgust.
“Well, I think I'll get going. I'll meet you at 6 PM sharp."
She looked at me, then back at Kitlyn.
"Before I go, I must use the facilities, if you don't mind."
I nodded towards the bathroom.
"You know where it is. If you open the windows, use the code to lock them."
She glanced at me, smiling.
"Of course. We wouldn't want your little bird to flee her cage now, would we?."
She smirked at Kit and walked into the bathroom. Kitten's face was red with either anger or embarrassment; I didn’t know. She gave me a dirty look, frowning.
"I don't like that woman. She is practically naked on top and mocks me every chance she gets. I can't help my situation, which is your fault, by the way."
She huffed loudly as she crossed her arms over her chest and shook her leg back and forth. A habit she often did when she was angry or nervous.
I shook my head, running my hand through my hair. Yara went out of her way to annoy Kitten.
I will speak with her about it later. Right now, I want her to finish in the bathroom and leave. I need to plan for Kit tonight while I am away for a few hours.
Yara strolled back into the kitchen with her see-through shirt, screaming-
