The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 201

Book 3 Chapter 37

~WILLOW~

When Dante returns, he’s dressed in a white unbuttoned shirt and he looks handsome as ever.

“Now that our son is here and we are on our way to our destination, we have a little activity. We’ve hired the best romantic painter in the world and he’s going to paint this lovely couple for us today.” Dante’s father announces.

Did I hear them correctly? Was someone going to paint us?

“Sit on top of Dante.” His mother tells me.

I’m nervous to comply, but when I see the many eyes on us, I do as she says. Dante’s body is immovable as stone under mine.

“Put your arms around his neck.” The painter orders me. I follow his instructions without saying a word.

“Put one hand around her waist.” He orders Dante. He also follows his instructions without interrupting him.

It felt weird with everyone staring at us, but it felt good to be in his arms again, even if it was just for a painting.

Dante’s parents were determined to do everything in their power to make everyone believe that we were in love; they wanted the word to spread that we were in a happy marriage.

Now that I was sitting on his lap, I felt this strange feeling in my chest, like I’d done this before.

But when?

Because of our pose, I’m already looking into Dante’s eyes, and he’s also gazing into mine. I want to ask him if anything happened in the jeep after I got drunk, but we’re not allowed to move or speak.

How much longer must we stay this way? I try not to blush under Dante’s piercing gaze but it was hard.

‘Please repeat it, Dante. Tell me that I’m your wife. I want to hear you say it. Please.’

I freeze. That memory. It was all slowly coming back to me.

Why now? Why in front of everyone while someone painted us?

that night was rushing

the blood

call me his wife, asking him to touch me, and straddling him while

face against his neck in embarrassment. I could hear the whispers again, but I was too embarrassed to show my face

was wrong with me? I

of

referring to everything that happened in the jeep. That’s why he looked so confused when I mentioned what Sharon had said. He wasn’t speaking about that incident; he

touches my back, and I know he’s shocked at my

me gently. “Is your body becoming cold again? Do

were. That would be less embarrassing than what I was

even to bring up the things

hands wrapped around me protectively. He stands with me still in his arms and, without saying anything to anyone, walks with me back to one of

still don’t move my

Willow?” He asks again. “I need to know. That’s the

I finally force myself

stops moving when

asks for

answer him. I’m too embarrassed to say

gently moves my legs from around his waist and puts me to sit down on the edge of the bed. He now has a

apologizing for showing up so late tonight.” He says. “Why are you the one apologizing when you’ve done

had happened? He

I finally answer

confused, but I see when he realizes what I’m trying to

slightly, “You remember what happened after we left the pool

hide my face behind the palm of my

waits for me to say something. I can’t. Not with the way I felt

touch my breasts! I grabbed his hand and placed it over them! I asked