The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 277

~SCARLETT~

I spot two drunk guys at the entrance, and I have no choice but to pass between them to get back inside. It was either that or staying outside with Carter. I was willing to take the chance; spending time alone with Carter Prince was too dangerous and something I wasn’t about to play games with. I was already putting everything at risk enough when it came to messing with him and trying to catch his attention. He was catching onto it as well.

I’ve never done anything in the past to seize his attention, and suddenly, I’m going out of my way to hold his attention. Of course, he will find something completely off. I had to make this more natural, not forced. I didn’t need him to figure out our plan. If he knew, everything would backfire on us and it’s the last thing I needed to happen.

I don’t think my sister and best friend realized how they made me look in front of Carter. I was beginning to look desperate and I didn’t like it. I didn’t want him to think that he was so desirable that even I wanted a piece of him.

I take a deep breath and attempt to go between the men.

“Sexy lady,” the guy says as I try to squeeze between him and his friend.

“I would like to get back inside, please,” I tell them. I thought asking nicely would help me in this situation, but the look on their faces told me I was in for a surprise.

My eyes widen when I feel someone’s hand on my ass.

I spun around to face the second guy and, before he could react, slapped him hard across the face. “Don’t you dare touch me again, you asshole!”

I’ve never been so disrespected in my life. I felt like slapping him over and over again.

“What the f**k?” He snaps, his face red from the slap. I didn’t hit him hard enough. This might be the right time to go for a second round.

“f**k, dude,” his friend says. “Did you just let a girl slap you? Aren’t you going to do something about it? She’s just a little girl, show her what you can do.”

He grabs my hand, and I knee him in the crotch as hard as possible.

He fell to the ground as he groaned from the pain. “Try to touch me again and see what happens!” I threatened both of them.

I’m about to do even worse when I feel Carter’s presence behind me. His tall frame is towering over my body, and I can’t exactly see the expression on his face. He intimidates the two men next to me. That’s expected since they’re much smaller in size.

They back up a bit, and I couldn’t believe they were such cowards. They acted so differently when it was just me.

the ground. I knew that Carter was fierce, but I’ve never actually seen him in a fight

different,

“Apologize to her.”

to peer at him.

surprised by his words. I never knew that Carter had this side to him. Women willingly threw themselves at him, and for some weird reason, I thought he would excuse their behavior towards me. I thought he would praise them and tell them to try touching me

him, studying the lines on his forehead. I’ve seen Carter angry before, but I

the same time. “P-please

apology. I know I wasn’t.

that name if you want to live to see another day. If any of you ever touches her again,

slowly. Was Carter trying to protect me from these men? But why? I’ve never seen this protective side in him before. Why was he doing

it’s still smashed to the ground by

get the f**k out of here; your

they’re running like their lives depend on it

together and pretended

your help,” I say. “But

thank him for stepping in when

saying anything, prompting me to look at his face finally. He’s anything but happy, making me wonder if Carter was worried about me. As far as I know, he doesn’t care about anyone other than his family. And Carter had a big family, with seven brothers and one sister. They all stuck together. No one messed

eyes widen when his hands go to

I demand from him. I attempted to stop him but quickly paused. What was

me; instead, he shrugs the shirt off his body

should I wear something that belongs to you?” I

anything that belonged to Carter. We weren’t together, and we

bastards trying to touch you like that again?” He asks me, annoyed. “If you don’t, I suggest you put this on and

not happy with his tone, but I didn’t want a repeat of what just

firm, masculine scent hits my nose. I could smell him better than

it feel so good against my

me take you back to my

“What?”

reason to be in there. I need to get back to Clara and Jenna. I’m sure they must have noticed that Carter was now missing from the party, and