The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 114

Book 2 Chapter 37

~CLARISSA~

I walk out of the living room and into the hallway. He’s already walking in my direction when he spots me. He looks hesitant, and his steps slow down as he nears me. I can see the thoughts racing in his mind as though it’s on a screen in front of me. His hands tighten into fists and he’s ready fighting for control.

I know what he’s thinking. I know his concern for me is the only reason he showed up even after knowing it would be only the two of us in the house. He had to confirm that I was okay even though he knew there was a high possibility I lied about being sick. That was how much Damon cared about me.

“Shouldn’t you be in bed resting?” he asks suspiciously as he neared me. His steps are still very slow. He wants to keep as much distance between us as possible.

“No,” I answer him. “I’m feeling better. Well enough to be out of my bed.”

He nods as his eyes travel to my exposed stomach. Can he tell that I’ve been preparing for him? His body tenses and I think it’s possible that I was right; he could tell that I had been getting my body ready just for him to see it. He knows now that I was up to something he wouldn’t like.

He exhaled loudly and took a look behind him. I think he’s looking for all of his escape routes.

“I’m going to my room then.” He tells me. “I’m glad that you’re feeling better. If you need anything, you can call me, don’t come to my room.”

My jaw clenches at his words, but I quickly mask my reaction. I couldn’t make him any more suspicious than he already was.

I couldn’t let him leave like this. I had to act fast.

I held my head to pretend that I was getting a headache. “Ow.”

It was the fastest thing I could think of doing to get him to stay. He turns back around at the sound. I didn’t get to see his reaction, but I heard his sharp intake of breath.

He immediately rushed to my side. It’s crazy how quickly he always jumps to protect me. He was someone I could always count on to come to my rescue.

“What’s wrong?” he asked as he lightly touched my forehead.

“I feel dizzy,” I whisper—another lie. I can’t seem to stop lying to him recently just to get some time alone with him.

I begin to sway on my feet, and Damon wastes no time picking me up into his arms. He walks with me back into the living room and places me on the couch. I was happy to be this near him again. Damon doesn’t realize how much I need his closeness. It’s almost like his body heat feeds my energy. I’m always the happiest around him.

He kneels on the ground and studies me with concern. I’d managed to scare him and convince him all at once.

“Should I call you a doctor?” He asks. I can sense his panic. I didn’t want him to worry about me when nothing was wrong. I just wanted an excuse to make him stay. It had worked, so now was my time to act.

I lean into him and bury my face against his neck. He stops all movement at my actions. It felt so good to be this close to him. I can’t resist as I turn my face so that I can easily inhale his scent. He freezes even more than before as his hands lightly grip my waist.

“Clarissa.” He whispers. “What are you doing?”

“Why do you always smell so good?” I ask.

He sighs, “did you lie to me about feeling dizzy? Was this another one of your tricks to get closer to me?”

I don’t answer him. Instead, I wrap my arms around his neck and held on tightly. He gently moves his hands to my arms, “Clarissa, did you lie to me?” He repeats.

Of course, I did. It was obvious. I didn’t have to spell it out to him.

body shiver from the light touch. My heart skipped a beat at just the thought of being able to kiss him

up. It’s time that you move on. There’s nothing between us,

You can try to lie to yourself about your feelings, but you can’t lie to me. I know that

feel his heartbeat increase at my words, “you’re wrong.” He

after you. You lied to me to protect me, and you’re still doing it. I don’t care

feel his composure slipping away. It was almost time

supposed to

eyes widen, “was that

to pull away from me, but I don’t let

to know when he was losing an inner battle. He was becoming desperate to escape before he did something that would change our lives

for me. But for your own good. You need

him to look into his eyes. “Why do you keep pushing me away? You’ve never been a coward. You’ve always been a fighter. You’ve always been the Damon that has always been my hero, he was never someone that chose the easier way out. He was always someone that fought for what he believed in. He was always someone that fought for my happiness. Right now, you’re doing the opposite. You’re fighting for the wrong things. You’re fighting for something that would take all my

I know that my words have finally caught up to him. But I also know that it isn’t going to be this easy. Even if Damon was aware of what he was doing to me, he was still convinced that he was doing the right thing. I had to find a way to prove to him that he was doing

contact. It always feels so much better when he willingly touches me first.

I’m not the same as I was before. I know that I’m disappointing you. And I hate doing it to you; you have no idea how much I f*****g hate it. But Clarissa, there is

my lip angrily. There is always another way. I just had to point him

away from him. I stood up to be right before him, giving him a good view of my body.

you would at least try,” I whisper, fighting back the tears. “When your family adopted me, I never wanted to stay, Damon. I considered running away so many times, but you’re the only reason why I stayed. You’re the reason I chose to remain. You were my shining light. You were the one that made everything better for me, and not because I thought of you as my brother. My feelings for you have always been different. What I feel for Atticus and the others is

but I’m sure you don’t understand what you truly feel.” He tries to

I insist. “You have no idea what I feel for you. Maybe my words aren’t getting through to you, but I have something that might prove how much you mean to me. Just how

and his

the front of my jeans. His eyes follow my movements. I see

would do something like that. He’s in denial, and I’m not allowing him to recover. He has to see his name on my skin. He has to see how beautiful it looks on me and how proudly I wear it. If things were different, I would have happily shown it off. Unfortunately, I’d had no

Damon hissed. “What are

truly felt about him, and this was the best way

“Stop that.” He growls.

listen to him. Instead, I continued to slip the pants down my legs until it was at my feet. Then I slowly turned

what I’d wanted him to. There was a sharp intake of breath, and even though I couldn’t see his face, I knew I had the

louder and felt satisfied. This was what

Whenever we went swimming, in a pool, or on the beach, I wore clothes to hide them. He’s the first person besides the tattoo artist and Autumn to see it. To really see it. To know whose name was

filled with a sudden heat knowing that he was watching me, watching it. The person responsible for it to begin with finally knew of its

. . . . .

was a damn beautiful one. I can’t look away even if I want to. My eyes are glued

haven’t been able to sleep because of it. I’ve never been so desperate and curious to find out something before this. Now I knew what the tattoo was. I knew it wasn’t a tattoo of some random guy she liked. It was a tattoo of my f*****g name. Mine. I’ve been killing myself over this, and this

to see it on her. So f*****g proud that I felt sick to my stomach to know that something like this could make me this happy. I was a sick bastard for loving this. I was a sick bastard for

the f**k was

MY f*****g NAME.

not see how

but still, I’ve never seen anything more f*****g sexy in my entire

to trace the letters with my tongue.

knew how wrong it was. I

a dumb look on my face and not

She was intentionally standing there, giving me enough time to take in the ink on her skin. f**k

she was doing. She knew how to tease me, how to make me yearn for her. She was f*****g

me from the beginning, I wouldn’t have been able to last this long.

my name.

It’s like a spell on it, begging me to touch

she manage to hide this for so long? How has no