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.

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

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

finger over his lip while his tongue is against his cheek as his eyes pin me in my spot; I don’t think

should flip my hair, but I didn’t want to look like a fool. I was horrible

I was

you not going to say anything?” I ask him; the silence makes me

so good? I try not to be flustered; I’m sure he’s used to those small movements attracting his

asks, finally breaking his silence. I’m surprised

does he always act like he cares about me when I

and glare at him, “Is there a law that states I cannot

think I’ve ever heard

learn new things about him. I didn’t want to be closer to him. I

closer to me. I 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

my cheeks are red by 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 to offend me. The guys interested in me were never the kind of guys interested in my sister. All the popular men ran after her; I was the opposite until

mouth has never had a filter, and unfortunately, I’m his next victim. I had to get used to words

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

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

out of my ear.

in disgust, “I’m heading back inside. The last thing I want to do is have a conversation

but I’ve had enough of this conversation. I would rather not hear about 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

with every woman in

He was sick.