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.

the next game, and everyone would forget about today eventually, but I was still happy to

Atticus?” I ask her when I don’t notice him at the

to keep you distracted

I ask. “For

She smiles, “you’ll see.”

hand and pulls me

are we

ballroom.” She tells me as we keep walking until we’re in front of the large wooden door that leads to the

I asked her as I pushed the door open but noticed

special moment between you and Atticus.” She

was confusing me, but she sparked my curiosity. I push the door open, and I’m

filled. I could barely walk into the room because of how packed it was. My eyes widen when I see pictures of Atticus and me on our wedding day hanging all over the walls. There were also pictures our

my heart was aching but in a good way. I never thought Atticus would ever do things

walking towards me, through the balloons and roses he’d gathered just for me. He doesn’t stop until he’s standing

don’t know where to start,” he whispers. “I don’t know how to ask 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 done things differently since

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

innocence, your kindness, your precious heart, you’re the first woman I’ve met that has qualities that are so perfect. You were hurting for so long, and yet you never turned against me; I didn’t deserve your love, but still,

don’t know what to

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

good to see him try this much for us, for me. This was all I’ve

with joy, and Atticus looked happy to see that

from ear to ear, remembering how sweet he was

he had more plans up

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 that night. He heard me talk about it, but he never tried to defend what he

my sexiest lingerie and quickly

on the bed when I came out with a white thong and a matching bra piece.

So far, so good.

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

and tries to lift me off him. I pressed harder on

He growls. “Please get

head. “I want

He closes his eyes in pain, and with more force than before, he

says as he keeps me away from him.

expect me to believe that you desire me when you refuse to give me what I

what’s wrong with me. I don’t know why I’m pushing for this so much. I knew I was

me, let my heart see; if he desires me, let

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

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

at that moment, I feel the atmosphere

looks like an

so I am straddling him. He’s growling as his mouth is on my

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 even

for you every damn second of every f*****g day.

gasped when he gripped my ass and slid my body up and down his; I could feel his d**k as he continued with the motion,

He says as he inhales my scent. “You smell so good; every single

inside of

You’re too good for me, Autumn. You think that I don’t

head towards me to touch our lips together. He sucks on my lower lip but

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

wanted to savor every second of tonight. He was slow and torturous

his mark on me, and I know that’s his favorite part. The mark he left on me. He

travel down my body, moving it up and

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

hands traveled up my bare leg and inches closer to the part of me that was

lips to mine. He eases me into the kiss until I feel like I’m floating on cloud nine. It’s the best

He growls. “And the taste of you. How the f**k have I not taken you

he’s kissing his way from left to right, and my body arched against his. I want

and I was happy that I finally had him. I didn’t care

wrong of me to take all that I could get? Something kept telling me that I wouldn’t always have him this close to me. Something was messing with my mind, screaming for me to run, I didn’t know what it was, but I sensed

this close to me. I was scared of our future. I was

my body with his kisses. 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

when he’s right in front of my p***y, he doesn’t take the thong entirely off my body. Instead, he leans closer and licks my most intimate spot through the cloth. Atticus growls against my p***y, “you taste too f*****g

at his words. How does he know exactly

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