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 that she didn’t have

doing?” I demand. “That’s

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

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

married by paper, but my heart could never belong

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 much stronger than it’s

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

giving me a chance to get a grip

me stunned when she suddenly picks herself off the passenger’s side and climbs

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

you doing?”

you I’m answering

“What question?” I demand.

“You just asked it.”

question, Willow?” I ask, barely

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

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

my question?”

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

the best way to answer your

tighten on the steering wheel. I was losing my f*****g mind. It’s even possible that the road was becoming