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.

at her and could see her trying to move from

you think you’re doing?” I demand. “That’s for your safety.

She snaps, leaving me baffled. Removing her seatbelt was somehow

perfect body 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 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 in our marriage, it felt like she was

were married by paper, but my heart could never belong to her.

at just the f*****g sight of her? My desire to have her was much

unlike herself. This side of Willow seemed very hard to control. Not that I ever wanted to control

giving me a chance to

passenger’s side and climbs

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

you doing?” I

you I’m answering

“What question?” I demand.

“You just asked it.”

I

wearing nothing but the tiniest

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

this answering my question?” I

couldn’t think clearly. She was making it so damn hard for me even to drive. If

the best way to answer your question.” She

steering wheel. I was losing my f*****g mind. It’s