The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 195

Book 3 Chapter 31

~DANTE~

My wife.

Ah, f**k. I knew it was a mistake right after I said those words. I didn’t know what happened to me. The second those men pulled up to us and started staring at Willow in front of me, I lost all f*****g control. The only thought in my head was to make them pay. When they started whistling and saying things, I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold back.

Willow was getting under my f*****g skin. I’ve never seen her behave this way before. She was always quiet and well-behaved. Not like this.

Tonight, she was anything but quiet. She spoke what was on her mind, and I don’t think anything has bothered me as much as this.

Why did I have to go and f*****g say what I just said?

“Suddenly, you acknowledge me as your wife?” Willow asks me with a judging look on her face. Her gaze was piercing, and f**k me; it made me nervous.

Nervous! f*****g nervous!

“You are my wife, are you not?” I ask her as the light changes. I don’t wait for her to respond as I mash down on the accelerator. I needed the drive to distract me from her. I needed anything, anything at all, to distract me from her.

I stiffen when she unbuckles her seatbelt. What was she planning on doing now? I was very aware that she’d had too many drinks today. When I got home, someone had to give me some answers.

I don’t believe that Willow willingly drank so much. Someone had to encourage her.

her and could see her trying to move from her seat now that

you think you’re doing?” I demand.

baffled.

I gave a different excuse, but the real reason was she looked too f*****g good. She made me want things I shouldn’t. Usually, I could have control; today, something felt different. For the first time

of my head. I knew we were married by paper, but my heart could never

her; I loved her sister, for crying out loud. Why did my d**k stir at just the f*****g sight of her? My desire to have her was

to me? And now she was acting very unlike herself. This side of

wasn’t giving me a chance

herself off the passenger’s

ever been in this much shock before. I can’t remember the last

are you doing?”

you I’m

“What question?” I demand.

“You just asked it.”

question, Willow?” I ask,

while wearing nothing but the tiniest pieces of

are you not?” she repeats my question, reminding me of my own words. That’s what she was referring to? I couldn’t even remember why I asked that

answering my question?” I demand, finding my

for me even to drive. If she kept this up, I would crash my damn jeep before she could explain

the best way to answer your question.” She whispers while looking at

losing my f*****g mind. It’s even possible that the road