The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 13

~AUTUMN~

My head is spinning, but I’m happy. I’m letting myself enjoy the music as I swing my hips along with the beat. Scarlett is next to me, and she’s doing the same while Clara laughs and takes videos of us on her phone. I didn’t think I would enjoy the company of these girls that I barely knew anything about. Especially girls that were popular. They’re definitely not like the others.

I’m happy Griffin introduced me to them. He was telling the truth all along, and I was delighted I could trust him.

The music gets louder, and the only thing that can improve tonight is having Atticus with me. But I knew that wasn’t possible. He was probably still looking after Anya. I shook my head and pushed him out of my mind. This wasn’t the time to be thinking about my troubles.

A hand on my waist causes me to stop dancing. I spun around to see a red-haired guy grinning at me. “Can I join in?”

Was he asking for my permission after putting his hands on me? I narrow my eyes, but before I can push him away, I spot a familiar figure heading our way. I would be able to tell it’s him even in darkness.

“Get your f*****g hands off my wife,” Atticus shouts. My jaw almost hits the floor. Did he really say that, or was I so intoxicated that I was seeing and hearing things?

The boy raises his hand in self-defense and moves away from me. Atticus takes a step towards me, glaring at me as though I’d also pissed him off.

“It’s time to go, Autumn.” He tells me.

I smiled, thrilled that he was in front of me. I grabbed his shirt and pulled myself closer to him, so there was no space between us. I spun around, so my back was now pressed against his still body. And then I begin to move my body against his. Grinding my ass against him.

Atticus hissed, and his hand immediately reached out to grip my hips.

He growls in a

to him. I’m too busy enjoying this moment. I loved the feeling of having his body heat while I swayed my hips and pressed my ass up against him. And the songs playing matched how I felt right now. Hot and ready for him. Only him. No one else ever made me feel like this. He was the only man I’ve ever had eyes for. And nothing

. .

wet and sticking to my face, but I didn’t care, not with the way

to dance

to Clara and Scarlett as he began to walk with me. They were gaping

as Atticus walks past him, and I shout his name.

Atticus, but he ignores him. Atticus seems to

to his jeep and gently placed me on the seat. He leans in to buckle my seatbelt, and I use that opportunity to inhale his divine

I can tell that he’s not happy about something. That dulls

upsetting

second before returning his gaze to the road, “You did

I tell him

to have heard me, or maybe he doesn’t bother replying. It doesn’t

I thought Griffin would have carried you home safely. I didn’t think he would

not your brother’s fault,” I mumble; Griffin was only

also mine. Another man touched you, put his hands on you while you were drunk, and there is no telling what else he would have tried if I didn’t get there in

in his voice makes my body shiver in a way it’s never done before. Before I know it, my hands are on the seatbelt; I need to be closer to him. I don’t know where I’m getting the strength from, but I’m not about to stop tonight. I’ve stopped myself in the past; tonight was

hell are you doing?” Atticus asks as I unbuckle

but he also has to keep them on the road in between. He repeats my name, but I ignore him as I move over to his side. His eyes are wide as I climb onto his lap while he’s still in the middle of

waist with his other. He’s trying to steady me. I’m swaying a bit, but his hand