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 happened that night was rushing back to

all the

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

face against his neck in embarrassment. I could hear the whispers

hell was wrong with me? I was

side of me did

He was 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 was talking about what I’d done

I know

He asks me gently. “Is your body becoming

That would be less embarrassing than what

answer him. I don’t know how even to bring up the things I’d

his 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

safely locked inside, I still don’t

tell me what’s wrong, Willow?” He asks again. “I need to know. That’s the only

sorry.” I finally force

when he hears

asks for confirmation.

too embarrassed to say anything

puts me to sit down on the edge of the bed. He now has a clear view of my face, but I’m refusing to look him directly in his

one that should be apologizing for showing up so late tonight.” He says. “Why are

could he pretend like nothing had happened? He

remember.” I

I see when he realizes what I’m trying to

what happened after we left

face behind the palm

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

touch my breasts! I grabbed his hand and placed