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

could feel all the blood draining from my

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

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

wrong with me? I was

intoxicated side of

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

back, and I know he’s shocked at

becoming cold again? Do we need to

less embarrassing than what I was experiencing

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

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

safely locked inside, I still don’t move my

tell me what’s wrong, Willow?” He asks again.

sorry.” I finally force

stops moving when he hears

asks for confirmation.

I’m too embarrassed

from around his waist and 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

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

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 about

remember.” I

I see when he realizes what I’m

slightly, “You remember what happened after we left

face behind the palm of my

as he waits for me to say something. I

and placed it over them! I asked him to