The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 276

~SCARLETT~

No. No. No. No.

Stay calm. Stay calm. Stay calm, Scarlett.

There was no point in staying calm in this situation! I needed to find a way to escape.

I take a deep breath and try to convince myself that I was overreacting.

He was not coming here.

I repeat the words over and over in my head, hoping that it would help with my racing heart. The damn thing felt like it would jump out of my chest any second.

Why was I even reacting like this? It’s not like I was scared of Carter. I hated his guts. Maybe he was heading for some food. I was okay with anything if he didn’t show up here.

What am I supposed to do if he does come here, however? I knew this was part of Jenna’s plan, but I had hoped it wouldn’t have worked.

Maybe I’m reading too much into this. Perhaps he didn’t see me. Maybe he left to get a drink for one of the girls tangled in his arms a few minutes ago.

All those thoughts rush out of my head the second I spot him from a distance.

I hadn’t been wrong. He did see me. He was coming my way. It was too late to run now. I wasn’t someone that ran from my problems either. I would face him head-on.

I bite my lip to keep from screaming in frustration. He kept moving straight towards me with a relentless look on his face.

unbuttoned at the top, and I’m convinced one of the girls had done that to him. For some unknown reason, it annoys me. I tell myself that I felt this way because of my sister since she didn’t deserve to have to see him with

eyes are on him like a hawk. This is how Clara told me to look at him. She tried teaching me how to look attractive to a guy. She laughed a good few times when I looked constipated instead of flirtatious. I’m just listening to her words. I was doing everything she told me to do. Though, I’m sure that I look ridiculous compared to her. She has plenty of

is against his cheek as his eyes pin me in my spot; I don’t think I can move

I probably should flip my hair, but I didn’t want to look like a

Carter tell I was trying to

not going to say anything?” I ask

makes his muscles bulge. Why did he make such a small movement look so good? I try not to be flustered; I’m sure he’s used to those small movements attracting his many

asks, finally breaking his silence. I’m surprised by the concern

act like he cares about me when I know he

fold my arms and glare at him, “Is there a law that

flutter a little. I don’t think I’ve ever heard him chuckle like this before. Or maybe I never paid attention

noticed things about Carter that I hadn’t ever seen before. I didn’t want to learn new things about him. I didn’t want to

try to remain calm as he slams both his hands on either side of my face and leans into me so that his lips are close to my ear, “But I think it’s only fair of me to ask such a question when your bare ass is pressed up against my f*****g truck. First, you showed me your panties; now you’re pressing that firm ass on my property. Are you trying to tell me

now. What is it about Carter? How does his words affect me so much? I mean, how could they not affect me? No man has ever spoken to me like that before. Every other guy usually had respect when speaking to me. Every other guy would take his time and try not

a filter, and unfortunately, I’m his next victim. I had

such a problem?” I ask him. “Aren’t you used to girls having

floor,” he teases, “I’m used to their asses pressed against many

just said that to me. I could feel the smoke coming out of my ear. Why

my nose in disgust, “I’m heading back inside. The last thing I want to do

where Carter f****d his many girls. I’m sure my sister wouldn’t want to listen to this either. She was already having a hard time accepting what he did. How many girls did he

sleep with every woman in

He was sick.