Atlas arched his brows when he heard the familiar voice.
"Miss Rossi?"
"Hmmm." She slurred. Atlas could hear that she was drunk. Really drunk.
"Are you drunk Miss Rossi?" Atlas frowned with displeasure. He could hear the loud blaring of music in the background.
"Yes I am!" He heard her chuckle.
"Why are you drinking at this hour Miss Rossi?" He inhaled and leaned back.
"Why do you care Mr. Martini? Also, I didn't call to get interrogate by you Mr. Martini. I want to talk to Atlas not Mr. Martini."
Atlas lips curled into a smile. He didn't even realize that he was smiling. He liked the way she pronounced his name. it sounded so nice for some reason coming from her.
"And why do you want to talk to Atlas?" He asked softly.
"Because…" She paused for a second.
"Because Mr. Martini is a jerk who steals girls first kiss and pretends that nothing has happened. I want to ask Atlas if he knows why Mr. Martini is like that."
