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

could feel all the

hand on my breast. Begging him to call me his wife,

embarrassment. I could hear the whispers again, but I was too embarrassed to

with

intoxicated side of

that happened in the jeep. That’s why he looked so

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

body becoming cold

wish it were. That would be less embarrassing than what I was experiencing

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

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

still don’t move my face from

again. “I need to know.

sorry.” I finally force myself

stops moving when

sorry?” He asks for confirmation. “For

him. I’m too embarrassed to say

legs from around his waist and puts me to sit down on the edge of the bed.

so late tonight.” He says. “Why are you the one apologizing

could he pretend like nothing had happened? He

I

see when he realizes what

brow raises slightly, “You remember what

face behind the

me to say something.

made Dante touch my breasts! I grabbed his hand and placed