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.

trying to move from her seat now

demand. “That’s for

answering your question.” She snaps, leaving me baffled. Removing her seatbelt was somehow answering my

knew I gave a different excuse, but the real reason was she looked

I knew we were married by paper, but my heart could never belong

did my d**k stir at just the f*****g sight

hard to avoid her in the past. What was happening to me? And now she was acting very unlike herself. This side of Willow seemed very hard to control. Not that I ever wanted to control her. But this side of her made it more difficult for me to

wasn’t giving me a chance to get a grip

passenger’s side and climbs on top of me

in this much shock before.

are you doing?” I

told you I’m answering

“What question?” I demand.

“You just asked it.”

Willow?” I ask, barely recognizing my

remember my name with her on top of me while wearing nothing but the tiniest pieces of cloth I’d ever seen. Damn,

question, reminding me of my own words. That’s what she was referring to? I couldn’t even

this answering my question?” I demand, finding my voice

making it so damn hard for me even to drive. If she kept this up, I would

way to answer your

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