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.

ask, waiting for him

you

arms over my chest and glare at

care. When have I

him. “When you told me I couldn’t spend another night in the same

swallows, “you know why I said those words to you. 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

You’re the only one that would help me while I’m going through something that terrifying. Autumn, with her kind heart, would

sighs and looks down the

want me to do, Clarissa. I’m always willing to make everything better for you, but

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

don’t care about any of that,” I tell him. “So please, do

the concern in the depth of his

could never forgive myself if you got into trouble for something I gave consent for. I’m

acting like my big brother again. I didn’t want that. I didn’t want him to be a big brother;

and swung my hips as I made my way

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

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

talking about,” I answer him,