The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 45

My heart felt like it had just gotten the shock of its life. What exactly was Atticus asking from me?

Let him love me? There were so many different possible meanings to that sentence. I was breathing hard, and I knew that he could hear it. He could even feel it with how close he was to me. And I think that he loved the way my body reacted to him.

“I’m not asking you to let me touch you tonight.” He whispers as if reading my mind. “I’m asking for a chance to let me prove to you that I’m different now. I’m asking for a chance to prove that you’re the most important woman in my life—no one else. I know I can’t just say words and expect you to believe them, but please, give me this one chance. I can’t function knowing you’ve given up on me, Autumn. I need to know that there is still time to fix things between us. After everything you’ve been through, this may be asking too much of you, but please, give me this chance.”

My heart was practically jumping in my chest. I wanted to scold myself for getting so excited and happy over his words. I didn’t want to allow him back into my heart that easily. I wanted to give myself time to forgive him for everything he’d done. I wanted time to forgive him for his promises to Anya on our wedding day. I wanted time to forgive him for leaving me to go to her multiple times.

Many things still broke my heart every time I remembered them. It wouldn’t be easy for me to simply forget about it. I needed the chance to heal from all of it. And I think Atticus understood that. That’s why he was being so gentle with me.

I loved him. And because I loved him, I was willing to give him one more chance to prove that everything he said to me was true.

“Okay,” I whisper. “You have one chance, Atticus. One chance only.”

He breathes a sigh of relief, and his happiness gives me life.

“Can I continue to hold you like this for the rest of the night?” He pleads.

I swallow; I loved having him this close to me. It made me act stupidly but would it be so bad to allow him to hold me just for one night?

No.

This was for me; I was doing it for me, not for him. For my pleasure.

“You can.” I finally answer.

I held my breath as his hand slid over my waist and pulled my body tighter against his. His face was now snuggled against my neck, and his hot breath tickled my skin.

I’ve never wanted to be held this way by anyone but Atticus. It felt so good to be in his arms. I never wanted to lose this. I always wanted to be here, right next to him.

We spend the rest of the night wrapped in each other’s arms. It was the best sleep I’d gotten in my entire life. It was something I could look forward to every night for the rest of my life.

Our ride to school the next day was a quiet one. Atticus didn’t have anything to say to me. And I didn’t say anything to him either.

Surprisingly, when we arrived, Damon and Clarissa had come alone. Anya was not in the vehicle with them. It was very rare for her not to show up for the academy. Where could she be?

Our first classes had been rushed, and it seemed like Atticus was uneasy about something for the entire day. He looked like he was anxious, and it bothered me. The first thing on my mind was whether or not he was bothered that Anya hadn’t shown up for class today.

I want to believe that he has changed, but I didn’t think anyone could change their old habits in one day.

Dante wasn’t here either. It was only the four of us as we walked into the cafeteria. Damon and Atticus excused themselves to get some food for Clarissa and me, and we watched them leave. As soon as they’re a reasonable distance away from us, Clarissa turns to me with a massive grin.

“I need to tell you what happened in the hospital while you were gone.” She says while clapping her hands in excitement. It must have been really good for her to be this happy. Did it have something to do with Damon? But she’s never confided in me, so it had to be something concerning Anya.

“What happened?” I ask; I knew I didn’t have to worry about it being anything I didn’t want to hear since Clarissa was telling the story.

“After you left the room crying, Anya started saying horrible stuff about you. She said that you didn’t care about Atticus and weren’t even there while he was healing in the hospital bed. Then she mentioned that it was clear that you didn’t help him when Carter and the team attacked him, she claimed that was why he was so severely beaten, and you didn’t have a single scratch on you.”

I dug my nails into my jeans at her comment. I knew she would have done something like that. I didn’t expect anything else from her. Anya was always looking for ways to drag me to the ground.

“But Atticus surprised everyone when he told her to watch her mouth.” She says, surprising me.

“He did?”

She nods, “his exact words were, ‘don’t f*****g talk about my wife like that’. Everyone was stunned, speechless that he’d spoken to Anya like that. I’ve never heard anyone in my life ever speak to her that way before, and to know that it came from Atticus, was even more mind-blowing.”

I couldn’t believe Atticus had stood up for me like that. I was so scared that confessing my love would push him away from me, but it had done the exact opposite. But still, I didn’t want to forgive him just yet. I needed more. I needed him to prove that he wanted our marriage to work. But he was heading in the right direction.

“That’s not all. He also told her that he would prevent her from coming to our home if she disrespected you.” She continues. “And that you’re the one he married, you’re the one he chose to spend the rest of his life with. I was blown away. I’ve never seen Anya so shocked and upset before. No one has ever put her in her place like he did yesterday, and I’m proud of him. It took him too long to do it, but at least he finally did it. If only Damon and Dante could do the same now, life would be wonderful.”

He did all of that for me? Why? Why did Atticus suddenly change? He was acting like a different person, and I wasn’t sure if I could allow myself to fall anymore for him. I was happy to see this change, but it was so soon that it was hard to believe that he felt something for me in such a short time.

It felt more like he felt guilty for all I went through. He wasn’t to blame for my heartache in the beginning; he never knew I was in love with him, and it only became a problem when we got married. It was then that I expected more from him as his wife.

“Did you hear what happened at the game last night?” she asks. “I couldn’t believe what I’d heard. That score is the worst in our history. Carter has never misplayed before. I instantly thought of yesterday. They deserved it for what they did to Atticus.”

I stiffen at her words. She didn’t know that I had been there, and she also didn’t realize that I was the reason they had lost the game, to begin with.

I didn’t regret my decision. I was happy that I had gotten some revenge against them. In my eyes, this would have hurt them more than someone taking a piece of iron and beating them with it. The entire academy was pissed at the fearsome. They were accustomed to a good game. Everyone had turned against them in one night.

forget about today eventually, but

when

to keep you distracted for five minutes.” She

I ask. “For

She smiles, “you’ll see.”

my hand and pulls me forward along with

are we going?” I

as we keep walking until we’re in front of the large wooden door that leads to the

her as I pushed the door open but noticed that

and Atticus.” She tells me. “I don’t want to mess

curiosity. I push the door open, and I’m faced with the shock of

me on our wedding day hanging all over the walls. There were also pictures our mothers had forced us to take when we agreed to marry each other. He had every picture of us ever taken

way. I never thought Atticus would ever do things like this for me in this life, but

he’d gathered just for

for your forgiveness. I’ve been so oblivious to your feelings. It makes me angry with myself that I didn’t notice it sooner. I hate that you had to tell me first for me to realize all of the pain I’ve been putting you through. Autumn, if I had even the slightest clue of what you were feeling, I know I would have

know it’s the last thing I should be thinking about, but

like you, Autumn. Your innocence, your kindness, your precious heart, you’re the first woman I’ve met that has qualities that are

know what to

the work in our marriage. I’m not going to disappoint you this time. I promise

though I try to hold it back. It felt good to see him try this much for us, for me. This was all I’ve

Atticus looked happy

of the day, I smiled from ear to ear,

had more plans up his sleeve. He made it clear that he would try his best to get

this sudden urge to surprise him as well. There was one thing that still bothered me, and that was him keeping his promise to Anya about not sleeping with me. I wanted to know if he would finally complete the bond between us if I pushed for it. I wanted to know if Atticus truly desired me. He never explained

lingerie and quickly put it

and a matching bra piece. I know the moment that he sees

So far, so good.

are you doing, Autumn?” He demanded when I seductively climbed on

my waist and tries to lift me off him. I pressed harder on him, and he hissed as our most intimate parts grazed

growls. “Please

shook my head.

swear his body shivered beneath mine. He closes his eyes in pain, and with more force than before, he lifts me off him and

away from him. “I want to know that you trust me when I get

me when you refuse to give me what I want while I’m dressed like this?”

pushing for this so much. I knew I

desires me, let my heart see;

whispering? Was that another spell? I can’t control myself as I start to

before I can complete the spell. His hand was on the

that moment,

me looks like an uncontrollable beast ready to take what

when he grabs my waist and lifts my legs, so I am straddling him. He’s growling as

He growls as he shoves his hard d**k against me. I can feel it throbbing against my stomach, and I gasp. He wasn’t

any other woman in my life, Autumn.” He growls. “I ache for you every damn second of every f*****g day. Do you know what it’s like to want someone so badly and know that you can’t have them because of how stupid you’ve acted

when he gripped my ass and slid my body up and down his; I

he inhales my scent. “You smell so good; every single day, the scent

to feel him inside

I want you. No one should desire someone as much as I desire you. You’re too good for me. You’re too good for me, Autumn. You think that I don’t desire you, but if you could read my mind, you’ll be able to see how badly I crave you. It’s not healthy; my need

sucks on

I want to remember every touch and every taste for the rest of my life. I want the image of your body in my mind.

so his lips are buried in my neck. He wasn’t kidding when he said he wanted to savor every second of tonight. He was slow and torturous as he kissed every inch

The mark he left on me. He loves that he’s the

travel down my body, moving it

this time, Autumn?” He asks. “Do you even understand what that means to me? I had the most amazing woman loving me for years, and I didn’t know it. I wish you had told me sooner. I wish I had known. There is no way I would have

up my bare leg and inches

eases me into the kiss until I feel like I’m floating

How the f**k have I not taken you sooner? How the f**k have I not known how kissable these lips

my body arched against his. I

long, and I was happy that I finally had him. I didn’t care that it was a spell; I didn’t care because this was his genuine desire for me; this is

kept telling me that I wouldn’t always have him this close to me. Something was messing with my mind,

us, I wanted him this close to me.

He pulled the lingerie down my body with his teeth slowly, his nose making a soft trail down my body as he did it. Atticus knew how to make me crave him even more. My

Instead, he leans closer and licks my most intimate

exactly what to say

you.” He says before pausing to take another long swipe of his tongue. I tremble in his hands. He was teasing me, giving me only a little at a time. Maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing; I didn’t think I could handle any more than this. I was already