Atlas Conrad is hotter than the sun.
To the world, he’s known to be richer than God.
To the world, he’s known to rule the fashion world with an iron fist.
To me, he’s my dad’s best friend’s son.
To me, he’s my arrogant boss who thinks that the world revolves around him.
He can have any woman he wants at the snap of his fingers.
But he wants me.
Only me.
The woman with a scar stretched across her face.
He calls me gorgeous.
Society calls me ugly.
He calls what he has for me an obsession.
I call him crazy.
He reminds me what he wants, he gets.
And he won’t stop until I’m his. Mind, body, and broken soul.