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.

She shouldn’t have tempted me that much. I never

this way? It wouldn’t change the fact that I didn’t love her, however. It also wouldn’t change the fact

everything else, including her sister. I wasn’t sure what it was,

into my arms. I

for my room. I didn’t feel like answering any questions tonight.

She looked beautiful even while she slept. I

quickly pulled the covers over her body when I was done. I didn’t want to

safely tucked into bed, I storm out of the room. I needed some

get her f*****g scent out of my

halfway down the stairs when I remembered something. Before I knew it, I

her hair from her face before whispering, “You are my wife, Willow. And you

. . . . .

~WILLOW~

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

long was I

coming out from the bathroom in nothing but a

in his eyes that I haven’t seen before. It makes me curious.

says as he

me? He barely ever gave me any

I feel so

sighs and hands me a drink. “I had this made specifically for you.” He tells me. “Drink it; it

I ask. “Did I hit my

shook his head, “Autumn and Clarissa gave you way too many drinks last night. They should have

looks angry

defend them. I couldn’t remember everything clearly, but now that

memory makes everything run