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?”

for an answer to his question. The first thing I could think about was

to make her last wishes come true. If Willow lies to me again, I won’t always be there

breath and looks around us, checking if anyone

don’t understand why you’ve always

Autumn, but every second I spent with Anya still lives rent-free in my head. I’m not going to magically

sorry I said anything. You can’t help who you fall in

I ask my

“And what about you? Where do you think you’re

to go somewhere to clear my head. If I

listen to Willow’s explanation. However, I was too angry to converse with anyone, especially

thing that had proven in the past to calm

before he could ask questions. I’m sure he had an idea of where I was going. He knew

didn’t do

wheel. Things kept getting worse for me. Whenever I felt like this, the first thing I did was look for Anya. All

pulled my wallet out of my pocket and removed the picture

held it between my fingers

her,” I whisper. “I’m

way. Crossing her was something

It was the second f*****g time,

asked the picture in front of

pocket and dialed a number I didn’t think I would be calling