The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 183

Book 3 Chapter 19

~DANTE~

What the f**k was wrong with me?

Why did I lose control like that? When I saw Willow inside that room, waiting eagerly and all innocently for a stranger that she didn’t even know, everything snapped.

The kiss was supposed to be a lesson; there wasn’t even supposed to be a kiss. That decision happened in a split second.

Atticus grabs my arm the second I exit the room, “what’s wrong?”

“Willow was inside that room,” I answer him.

I can’t remember the last time I’ve ever been this angry. I was f*****g furious, and I didn’t know how to calm down.

Why did she tell me that she wouldn’t take part if she were going to do the exact opposite?

“She was?” Atticus asks. “I wonder why she said differently. So she’s the person you were referring to earlier? The one that lied to you.”

I run a hand down my face. “I told her how many f*****g assholes attended this Academy, and she still chose to participate. Kissing wasn’t the only thing that could have happened inside that room with one of those assholes.”

“Did you just storm off on her like that?” Atticus demands. “You should have spoken to her. Find out why she did it. I’m sure it’s just a misunderstanding.”

“To hear her say what?” I demand. “That she wanted to kiss a random stranger?”

“We don’t know if that’s what happened.” He disagrees. “Why are you behaving like this? Why are you so angry?”

answer to his question. The

“I promised to do everything possible to make her last wishes come true. If Willow lies to me again, I won’t always be there to protect her. I

around us,

you’ve always loved

every second I spent with Anya still lives rent-free in my head.

You can’t help who you fall in love with. I

make sure that Willow gets home safely?” I ask my brother, stopping

I asked him, “And what about you? Where do you

here. I have to go somewhere to clear my

listen to Willow’s explanation. However, I was too angry to

one thing that had proven in the past

of where I was going. He knew that the

didn’t do more to stop

against the steering wheel. Things kept getting worse for me. Whenever I felt like this, the first thing I did

my wallet out of my pocket and

fingers and gazed at

didn’t mean to kiss her,”

Crossing her was something I would never be able

I’d kissed Willow. It was the second f*****g time, and this time I had no damn

I asked the picture in front of me, knowing it wasn’t possible

my pocket and dialed a number I didn’t think I