The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

Chapter 240

Book 3 Chapter 75

~DANTE~

I had this uneasy feeling in my chest. I am terrified that Willow heard what I’d said to Atticus. It has been on my mind ever since I left home. I kept repeating my words in my head and thinking how she would interpret them.

She claimed that she was in the room the entire time, but I could tell that something was bothering her.

I’d gotten the book she wanted me to find, but that’s not all I brought back. I had balloons and roses and teddy bears—everything you could give a woman after what she’d given to me last night. But nothing could ever compare to what she offered me last night.

It was a night I would never forget. Willow brought me the kind of pleasure I didn’t think possible. I didn’t care that she’d completely drained me last night. I was happy to be of service to her. Despite the guilt in my heart, I would do it again.

If she’d heard me, I had to find a way to apologize. She was never supposed to hear that conversation with Atticus. It was supposed to be between the two of us. I was having a mental breakdown, and I said some things that I shouldn’t have.

I would go down on my knees and beg for her forgiveness if I had to. A part of me was still hoping that she hadn’t heard anything. A part of me was praying that she was telling the truth.

“Wow!” Griffin says when he sees me walking into the house with my hands full. “Is all of that for me?”

“Get out of my way Griffin,” I growl.

My words offended him, “Who screwed with you this morning?”

“No one screwed with him.” Clarissa laughs. “He’s just excited to get back to his wife. I have no clue what the two of them were up to last night but judging by the love bites on Willow this morning; I’m sure it’s something special mixed with some spice.”

I freeze in my spot. Did she see Willow this morning?

onto the ground and turned to look at

just then, “what’s

I try to collect my thoughts. My head felt like it was about to

conversation with Atticus.” I tried to explain, but the words

Clarissa; they both didn’t understand

“We saw her earlier, and she looked excited to find you. She asked us where you were, and we told her you were conversing with Atticus.

“f**k!” I shout.

wait to answer any of their questions. I had to tell Willow I

was racing up the stairs; I didn’t stop running until I’d barged into the room. My heart drops when I don’t see her lying on the bed where I

on the door. There was no response.

I try one

going on, Dante?” Damon asks me as he

on the bathroom door

name. “What the

but Willow right now. I pushed the door open, and I felt

is Willow?” I

look at

has seen her since she asked

in just then and senses the tension in the