The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 77

~AUTUMN~

“I’m not sure I’m doing the right thing, mother,” I whisper. “Atticus hasn’t returned. It’s been hours. I think we should go to them. I know where he is.”

“I’m sure Atticus is okay.” She promises me. “If he were in pain, you would have felt it. The fact that you’re still standing means that he is okay. I’m sure he’s already on his way back home.”

“I’m scared,” I confess. “So many things have happened to us in the past few days; I’m terrified that something will separate us again.”

She hugs me, “if he doesn’t return within half an hour, we will go with you.”

“Thank you, mom,” I tell her as I hug her tightly.

I was restless; I wanted to have him near me as soon as possible.

We’d managed to stop the fire with the help of hundreds of people who were friends with my parents. The mansion was still in a terrible state, but at least it hadn’t completely burned down. The Fawns had enough money to fix it in a short period. Their lives were more important than anything else. I was still hopeful that his parents were okay.

“I hear something,” I shout as I hear a vehicle approaching. I don’t wait for my mother as I storm out of the parking lot and towards the mansion’s entrance.

Atticus is already out of the jeep even before it stops, and my face lights up to see him. I run towards him, and his hands grip my waist as he lifts me into his arms. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held on for my life.

“That’s it; I’m never letting you out of my sight again.” I tease him. “I’m so happy that you’re back. Where are your parents?”

“We’re right here, Autumn.” His mother tells me.

Atticus placed me back onto the ground, and I ran towards them. They both hugged me.

“I’m so happy that you’re both okay.”

“And we’re happy that you are. Life wouldn’t have been the same without you in our lives, Autumn. We still believe that you’re the only woman for our son, and we want to give a proper apology for what we’ve put you through when we learned of your background.”

I shook my head, “it’s okay. It’s in the past. I know why you did it.”

Mr. Fawn smiles, “I hope your parents can also forgive us for everything.”

“I think they already did,” I confess as I point toward their home. “It would have been burnt to the ground if they didn’t bring friends to help save what was left of it. I think they’ve already put everything behind them.”

Things in my life were already looking brighter. The Fawns and the Riveras were good friends again. We had all survived the battles thrown our way these past few weeks. And Atticus and I have never been more in love with each other.

“What on earth happened here?” Someone asks behind us.

It was Gerard Fawn. Atticus’s grandfather. He had finally returned.

“Grandfather!” They all called to him as they ran to hug him tightly. He clearly wasn’t aware of anything we’ve been through the past few weeks.

“I leave you guys for a few weeks, and this is what happens?” He demands. “You burnt our home!”

“We have a lot of updates for you,” Atticus informs him.

“Maybe we should start with letting him know my real family’s background,” I tell Atticus.

His grandfather looks at me without a sign of shock on his face, “you’ve finally figured out that your father is Azai Reign.”

We all gasp.

“How did you know this?” I ask, confused.

daughter to her. She loved her plenty, and she promised to keep a

this time, Atticus’s grandmother knew my true identity. She loved my mother like her own daughter. I couldn’t believe

tell us the truth?” Atticus

find out on your own. She knew the moment Autumn found out; her life would be in danger.

lot when she died. She was also like a grandmother to me.

grandfather,” Atticus confessed. “Marrying Autumn is

“didn’t I tell you

should listen to you more often

. .

my home since the mansion was under

family was staying in some of our guest rooms. We were like one big happy family, at least for now. His parents and my

neck. We were finally settled in my room, and I was happy

had to let you win

wasn’t even the one to kill that witch.” He says in deep thought. “Clarissa is

having more faith in the women of this family.” I

yourself. It’s just something inside me that wants to keep you away from

“I know what you mean. I’m always looking for ways to keep you

nibbles on my neck, and my body slowly

I tell him as I tighten my hold around his neck.

his lips to my cheek, and I happily

else but you. I love you, Autumn. I love you so much. I never want to leave your side. I can’t wait to spend the

my body, “it feels good to remember

and he kisses each of

and climbed onto his lap

that day?” I whisper as I grind my body

breath hitches, “I remember how beautiful you looked. How irresistible you were to me. How hard it was not to touch you in the

grabbed my hips and guided my body in slow circular

stir against my lower half,

me?” I tease as I unzip his pants. I wanted to feel him, and I didn’t want to wait anymore. We’ve been apart

I forget?” He growls as his grip on

ear, “but you did forget.

still killing myself inside for forgetting Autumn. I wish I

“I know it wasn’t your fault. I’m just saying that maybe you

pauses, and the desire in his eyes intensifies, “a

pull his d**k out of his pants and stroke it a little, “yes. A

he mumbles

“f**k. Autumn.” He growls.

a reminder?” I whisper as

sweetheart.” He whispers

Tell me, Atticus, what it feels like being inside of me?” I

I enjoyed teasing him. I can do this for as long as our need for each

like drowning, but in a good way.” He hissed when my fingers tightened around him. “Like I was finally where I belonged. It felt like something I should have been doing for years before. It felt like happiness. For once,

he grinds our bodies together. “f**k, this

and

Autumn.” He hissed as he ripped my

into me. Before I can cry out

pulls out slowly and pushes into me harder than before. He repeats that

so

he buries his seed inside of me. “I don’t think I’ll ever find the right words to tell you how much I

and we both fall onto the bed, “I’ll never leave you again. I

with his fingers. We stay like that for a few minutes

from his chest to look at him, “what’s