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 again. I desperately wanted to touch my lips to his. I

growls. “We’ve talked about this already. Atticus already suspects us, and so does Anya. We can’t keep this up. It’s time that you move on. There’s nothing between us, Clarissa. The sooner you realize that, the

refuse to stop fighting for us. You can try to lie to yourself about your feelings, but you can’t lie to me. I know that you want me just as badly as I want you. I’m tired of doing all of the fighting

at my words, “you’re wrong.” He mutters softly. “I don’t want you.

to get me to stop going after you. You lied to me to protect me, and you’re still doing it. I don’t care what you say; I know

feel his composure slipping away. It was almost

supposed to protect you, not

widen, “was that just

runs a hand down his face and tries to pull away from me, but I don’t let him

him losing control. I knew Damon well enough to know when he was losing an inner battle. He was

you to let go of me. Not for me. But for your own good. You need to

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

Damon was aware of what he was doing to me, he was still

my eyes widen at the contact. It always feels so much better when he willingly touches me first. Damon was always cautious when touching me, and this was

that you think 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,

another way. I just had to point

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

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 so

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

words aren’t getting through to you, but I have something that might prove how much you mean to

and his

to the front of my jeans. His eyes follow my movements. I see the moment realization hits his eyes. He knows now that

He asks, his voice was high-pitched. He sees my hands, but he doesn’t want to believe that I 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

“What

I truly felt about him, and this was the best way for me to show it

“Stop that.” He growls.

I continued to slip the pants down my legs until it was at my feet. Then I slowly turned around so he could have a nice

knew the moment he’d seen what I’d wanted him to. There was a sharp intake of breath,

get louder and felt satisfied. This was what I wanted. This was what I needed to do

swimming, in a pool, or on the beach, I wore clothes to hide them. He’s the first person besides the tattoo artist

body is filled with a sudden heat knowing that he was watching me, watching it. The person

. . . . . .

out of my lungs at the sight in front of me. And it was a damn beautiful one.

curious to find out something before this. Now

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 even entertaining anything with her knowing that I had to protect her and

f**k

MY f*****g NAME.

she not see

still, I’ve never seen

with my tongue. I wanted to sink my teeth

I knew how wrong it was. I knew I had to

was still standing here with a dumb look

around. She was intentionally standing there, giving me enough time

she was doing. She knew how to tease me, how to make me

me from the beginning, I wouldn’t have been able to last this long. She might as well have tied a chain around my neck and dragged me along. I would have

of my

It’s like a

this for so long? How has