ATLAS’ POV

“Come on, ladies,” I gestured at them, “come closer.”

The strippers Iren hired wrapped their arms around me as I sank into the pool, relaxing as they massaged my neck.

I raised a glass of whiskey. “Tonight, we celebrate. The new collection of designs went live yesterday. Any moment now, my bank account will take a huge hit.”

“Oh, my!” One of them mused. “Does this mean…”

“Forget about Tokyo,” I pulled one of them close. “Whomever satisfies me tonight will tour the world—”

“Sir! There is a problem!”

I spun my neck to see Iren standing, stars pricking her eyes.

I groaned, women, and sobbing over every...