The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 210

Book 3 Chapter 46

~WILLOW~

“Okay,” I mumble as I pull away from him.

I angrily got onto the bed and pulled the sheets over me. “I’ll forget everything that happened between us tonight. I’ll make a mental note to pretend everything was just a dream. You can sleep peacefully, knowing that things are back to normal between us.”

I’m unsure if he can sense the tone of my voice, but he doesn’t bother trying to argue with me again.

Instead, he walks into the bathroom and shuts the door behind him.

I’m angry. Very angry.

Why did his words upset me this much? It’s not like I expected things to change between the two of us magically. I knew he didn’t love me.

But still, his mouth was on parts of my body tonight that would stick with me for the rest of my life. Those memories were not going anywhere, and even though Dante wanted me to forget them, I couldn’t grant his wish.

When Dante returns from the bathroom, he looks miserable. Something is bothering him, I can tell.

His hair was dripping wet, and it was leaking onto his body. He didn’t come out with a towel this time; instead, he was already wearing pants. It’s almost like he didn’t trust me around him.

Dante catches me staring at his chest, and he pauses for a few seconds. I could feel the tension between us intensify in those couple of seconds.

I watch as he swallows hard before joining me on the bed.

There’s nothing left to be said between the both of us.

inwardly groaned at how sensitive between my legs felt. I felt like something

but I’m willing to try and make things easier for you.

inhale deeply, “You don’t get it, do you, Dante?” I

he not understand anything about me at all? Were all men

“Get what?” he inquires.

at him, and I can’t hide the annoyance from

If you take the pictures of my sister and move them to another location, then that doesn’t do anything at all for me. I’ll

I explain how much it bothers me that

he thinks that my love was fake, just like

that what I felt for him was undoubtedly love. I saw the way Autumn looked at Atticus; it mirrored the way I looked at Dante. I knew she loved Atticus more than anyone else. I saw the same look on Clarissa’s face whenever she

I stared in a mirror and thought of my husband, I had the same expression

last thing you want to hear me say, but I don’t know how to explain why I

pictures of one of your brothers? What if I was in love with Griffin and kept pictures of him with

was surprised when a low grow tore from

something like that again to

would

clenches, and

I snap. “I’m going I sleep. We can discuss this another

Or never.

this for me on his own without me having