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.

sure what happened to me tonight. She shouldn’t have tempted me that much. I never knew how

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

to forget about everything else, including her sister.

the garage, I quickly exited and took her into my arms. I swallow at how good even this

I didn’t feel like answering any questions tonight. I

she slept. I walked over to her closet

not to look at her body while I placed the robe over her. I quickly pulled the covers over her body when I was done. I didn’t want to be tempted for

into bed, I storm out of the room. I needed

get her f*****g

something. Before I knew it, I was

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

. . . . .

~WILLOW~

this much? I sat up from the

long was

from the bathroom in nothing but a towel—something I love seeing. My head

awake. There’s this heated look in his eyes that I haven’t seen before. It makes me curious. What was

says as

over to me? He barely ever gave me any attention unless it

feel so horrible?” I ask

made specifically

“Did

drinks last night. They should have known better

looks angry with

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

makes everything run