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.

more?” I ask, waiting for him

“Did you get any

and glare at him. “Why

care. When have I

me I couldn’t spend another night

that, not because I didn’t want to be there for

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

down the corridor. Maybe he’s checking to see if anyone

always willing to make everything better for you, but this seems like something you

step closer to him, and his body stiffens at my nearness. I was so close that I could smell everything I loved about

I tell him. “So please, do this for me. It’s what I

concern in the

for something I gave consent for. I’m supposed to

big brother again. I didn’t want that. I didn’t want him to be a big brother; we were not siblings. I wanted him in

swung my hips as I made my way

that on your f*****g a*s Clarissa?” He demands from across the room. His voice echoes throughout the room,

I still had the cover-up on. Luckily, it still was there. However, it was twisted a little. Could he see the entire tattoo? I quickly adjusted it so

what you are talking about,” I answer him, but I