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.

their shirts and slams their faces to the ground. I knew that Carter was fierce, but I’ve never actually seen him in a fight before. It was impressive. They were no

didn’t expect anything different, not from these

“Apologize to her.”

to peer

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

lines on his forehead. I’ve seen Carter angry before, but I think

s-sorry,” they stutter at the same time.

don’t think Carter was pleased with their apology. I know I wasn’t. It meant nothing to

growls. “Remember that name if you want to live to see another day. If any of

I’ve never seen this protective side in him before. Why was he doing it for me? We barely spoke to each other, and he was a complete asshole.

though it’s still smashed to the ground by his strong

f**k out of here; your faces make

they’re running like their lives depend on it when

lips tightly together and pretended I wasn’t

need your help,” I say. “But thank

but I knew I at least had to thank him for stepping in when he didn’t have to. I knew men who would stand back and

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 with them unless they

when his hands go to his shirt, and

doing?” I demand from him. I attempted to stop him but quickly paused.

doesn’t answer me; instead, he shrugs the shirt off his body and hands it to

Why should I wear something that belongs

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

again?” He asks me, annoyed. “If you don’t, I suggest you put this

repeat of what just happened. I

I could smell him better than ever. The shirt was even

feel so good against my

take you back to my truck.”

“What?”

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