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

could feel all the

on my breast. Begging him to call me his wife, asking him to touch me, and straddling him while

the whispers again, but I was too

with me? I was never drinking

intoxicated side of

what Dante was asking me yesterday morning. 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

I know he’s shocked at

asks me gently. “Is your body becoming

were. That would be less embarrassing than

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

his arms and, without saying anything to anyone, walks with me back to one of the

after we’re safely locked inside, I still don’t move my face from

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

finally force

moving when he

asks for confirmation. “For what

answer him. I’m too embarrassed to say anything

sit down on the edge of the bed. He now has a clear view of

the one that should be apologizing for showing up so late tonight.” He says. “Why are you the one apologizing when you’ve done nothing

cheeks turn red at his question. How could he pretend like nothing had happened? He remembered all along. Was he never going to tell me

remember.” I finally answer

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

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

slowly nod and hide my face

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

his hand and placed