The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 93

Book 2 Chapter 16

I rushed to the door but caught myself just in time before I could make a fool of myself. I didn’t have to act excited to see him like I usually did. This time, I was upset with him, and he was probably still upset with me. I wasn’t sure what had brought him to my door, but I was still happy he’d come.

I slowly pull it open after promising myself to behave. I gaze up at him and try not to be affected by him like I usually am. However, it was a total failure. He looked like he’d just come out of the shower. His hair was dripping wet, and the white vest clung to his chest in the sexiest way possible.

Damon’s eyes fall on the bikini still on my body. He frowns for a second before his eyes darken a shade.

“Why haven’t you changed?” he asks. “It’s been hours since you left the beach house. What have you been doing all this time?”

I take a deep breath; be calm, Clarissa, don’t let his words bring out the worst in you. I was tempted to tell him the truth, but according to Autumn, I had to take things slowly with Damon.

“I’ve been in bed, sleeping.” I lie.

He looked around my room as though he was searching for proof that I was telling the truth.

“Did you get any more. .” he pauses to look at me. He’s searching my eyes for something, but I don’t know what.

waiting for him to

you

my arms over my chest and glare at him. “Why do you

tightens, “I always care. When have I ever not cared

you told me I couldn’t spend another night in

Sleeping in the same bed as me is inappropriate. I said no to you because of that, not because I didn’t want to be there for you. I told you that Autumn would gladly stay with

I want you. You’re the one I’m closer to. You’re the one that makes everything easier for me. You’re the only one

sighs and looks down the corridor. Maybe he’s checking to see if anyone was coming our

me, and I can see the inner battle that he’s having within himself. “I don’t know what you want me to do, Clarissa. I’m always willing to make everything better for you, but this seems like something you can get into serious trouble for. We both can end up in deep trouble. I hate putting you in that situation, even if it’s to help

closer to him, and his body stiffens at my nearness. I was so

I tell him.

the concern in the depth of his

just seems too wrong. I could never forgive myself if you got into trouble for something I gave consent for. I’m supposed to know better. I’m the older

big brother; we were not siblings. I

angrily spun around and swung my hips as I made

He demands from across the room. His voice echoes throughout

I looked down to see if I still had the cover-up on. Luckily, it still was there. However, it was twisted a little. Could

answer him, but I can’t hide the nervousness in my