The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 197

Book 3 Chapter 33

~DANTE~

Willow falls on top of me suddenly, and it takes me a few seconds to realize she’d fallen asleep.

I sigh, maybe it’s for the best. A sleeping Willow was much easier to handle than a drunk one.

I slowly pick her up and gently place her back on the passenger’s side.

There was a knock on the door right after I buckled her in.

I open my door and find Damon standing there. “What are you doing parked to the side of the road?” He asks me. “Did something happen?”

Something did, but I wasn’t about to tell him that.

“No.” I lie. “I just needed to make sure that Willow was okay. She fell asleep, and I worried she was too cold.”

I grab my shirt and cover her body.

He nods, “alright. Drive safe. I’ll see you at home.”

I nod and shut the door. I’m not sure what the f**k just happened, but I knew I had to take a very cold shower tonight to help with my situation.

After tonight, I knew that my life would be a pain from now on.

The feel of Willow’s breasts in my hands was not something I would easily be able to forget. Every time I looked at her from now on, I would keep thinking about them and how good they felt.

have tempted me that much. I never knew how much

change the fact that I didn’t love her, however. It

everything else, including her sister. I

quickly exited and took her into

and went straight for my room. I didn’t feel like answering any questions tonight. I knew my parents would have plenty after seeing me carrying a sleeping Willow in my

place her onto our bed. She looked beautiful even while she slept. I walked over to her closet and pulled out a satin

I quickly pulled the covers over her body when I was done. I

bed, I storm out of

her f*****g scent out of

I remembered something. Before I knew it, I

to her. I leaned over and gently moved her hair from her face before whispering, “You are my wife,

. . . .

~WILLOW~

held my head in pain. Why was it hurting this much? I sat up from the bed

was I

freeze when I see Dante coming out from the bathroom in nothing but a towel—something I love seeing.

me awake. There’s this heated look in his eyes that I haven’t

awake.” He says as he walks over to

He barely ever gave me any attention unless it was necessary. Was

feel so

this made specifically for you.” He tells me. “Drink it; it will

ask. “Did

drinks last night. They should have known better than to do something like

angry with

relax.” I defend them. I couldn’t remember everything clearly,

memory makes everything run