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.

glanced at her and could see her trying to move

demand. “That’s for your safety. Put

leaving me baffled. Removing her seatbelt was somehow answering my

in that bikini. It’s why I asked her to cover herself, to begin with. It was too much for me. I knew I gave a

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

hated myself for desiring her; I loved her sister, for crying out loud. Why did my d**k stir at just the f*****g sight

very unlike herself. This side of Willow seemed very hard

chance to get a grip

the passenger’s side and climbs on top of me

much shock before. I can’t remember the last time I fought this hard to remember how

are you doing?”

told you I’m answering your

“What question?” I demand.

“You just asked it.”

I ask, barely

her on top of me while wearing nothing but the tiniest pieces of cloth I’d ever seen. Damn, this woman. She should not

are you not?” she repeats my question, reminding me of my own words. That’s what

this answering my question?”

think clearly. She was making it so damn hard for me even to drive. If she kept this up, I would crash my damn jeep before she could explain what was

to answer your question.” She whispers

mind. It’s even possible that the road was becoming blurry