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 back

all the blood draining

my breast. Begging him to call me his wife, asking him

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

the hell was wrong with

intoxicated side of

That’s why he looked so confused when I mentioned what Sharon had said. He

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

He asks me gently. “Is your body becoming cold again? Do we need to call

would be less embarrassing than

him. I don’t know how even to bring

me protectively. He stands with me still in his arms and,

inside, I still don’t move my face

me what’s wrong, Willow?” He asks again. “I need

I finally force myself to

moving when

for confirmation. “For what

I’m too embarrassed to say anything

of the bed. He now

tonight.” He says. “Why are you the one apologizing when you’ve done

turn red at his question. How could he pretend like nothing had happened? He remembered all along. Was

remember.” I finally answer

looks confused, but I see when he realizes what

brow raises slightly, “You remember what happened after we

hide my face behind the palm

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

Dante touch my breasts! I grabbed his hand and placed