The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 179

BOOK 3 CHAPTER 15

~DANTE~

“A kissing booth?” I ask Damon, surprised at what I’d just learned.

Why on earth did they come up with that idea? That sounds like trouble.

“It’s not a booth,” Damon answers me. “It’s a private room where any girl could come in and make out with guys from the academy.”

“And you’re telling me there’s no way we could get out of this?” I demand. “There should be a f*****g rule that excludes married men, at least.”

“If there was a rule like that, what the hell am I supposed to do?” Damon demands. “I’m not married to Clarissa. Not yet.”

This was the first discussion we’d had like this in a while. It felt good but still strained.

“Does the girl have a say on who she’s getting to kiss?” I ask him.

He shook his head, “she doesn’t know. It’s a surprise. To make things fair, they won’t know until they enter the room.”

“Autumn and Clarissa are probably losing their f*****g minds,” I mutter.

“And what about Willow?” Atticus asks as he sneaks up behind us.

“Fuck.” I growl. “Why do you always show up in time to be a pain in my a*s?”

He shrugs, “Someone needs to be here to guide you along the right path.”

“why did you mention Willow?” I ask. “What

you think that she would also

affect her as badly. Not that I even want to

me of the one

What was so special about that kiss? Why can’t I forget it? I was half asleep when

wife.” Atticus says suddenly as he taps my shoulder, “I’ve made

mistakes; I’m aware of that. However, he

didn’t love her. They both had women that they truly

and with her death, I couldn’t tell genuinely. However, the pain I felt may be all I needed to confirm that Anya was my mate. But if she was, wouldn’t she have had some feelings for me as well? Or did she bury those feelings

a way to get out of this kissing booth nonsense,” Atticus tells

at all,” Griffin announces. “I think

wasn’t in love with anyone, as far as we

we need to find a way to make sure that the only woman

say the two of them. The woman

entering the room,” Atticus says.

the thought of Willow kissing a stranger. I know that it shouldn’t bother me, but it did. It bothers me because I know

I could think of. For that reason, I had to find a

had no choice but to take part, but there wasn’t a rule that f****d the

my room,” I tell

Atticus asks. “I thought we were going to

shook my head, “I’m exhausted. What those