The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 134

~CLARISSA~

Damon walks into the room, and he can sense the tension right away. I’m not sure if he was here to

see Atticus or me.

“What’s going on?” He asks.

“I’ve just heard from Autumn that I’m not the only one who had eyes for another woman while dating

Anya. It turns out you also did.” Atticus answers him. “Do you mind telling me who that woman is or

was?”

Damon quirks a brow at him and shoves both hands in his pockets. “I don’t know what Autumn is

talking about. Maybe she can enlighten the both of us.”

I’m surprised that Damon could act so calmly under these circumstances. I was already sweating

profusely, and I wasn’t the one being questioned.

Atticus looks at his wife and waits for her to explain.

“I misspoke.” She quickly says. “I thought I heard Damon once saying that there was a girl he liked, but

clearly, I heard wrong. Maybe he was referring to Anya, and I misinterpreted what he said. I was kind of

eavesdropping on the conversation.”

Atticus exhales loudly, “if there wasn’t another woman, why did you decide to end the wedding?”

Damon looks irritated by his question, “do we really need to speak about this now? I thought we all

admitted that it was a good idea to forget about that. So many horrible things happened that day, and

all I want to do is forget about it.”

Atticus gives up after listening to him speak. “Forget I said anything. Is everyone finished packing?” He

asks as he takes a look at his watch. “We need to leave in five minutes.”

“Yes, we are all packed,” Autumn says as she shoves more bikinis into my bag before zipping it up.

Damon glances at me for a quick second, and I try not to fall on my face because of the hungry gaze in

his eyes. When I looked up, Atticus was looking at me, and I knew my cheeks must be extremely red.

I don’t wait to give Atticus a chance to examine my reaction to Damon. Instead, I practically ran out of

the room with my bag.

“Wait,” Atticus calls after me.

“What?” I ask him, praying it wasn’t anything to do with Damon.

“We haven’t discussed who’s going in what vehicle.” He answers me.

Oh.

I usually always went with Damon, but things weren’t exactly perfect between us. If I went with him, the

entire drive would be awkward. But if I acted like I didn’t want to go with him, Atticus would know that

something was going on between us.

“Clarissa will come with me.” Damon answers him for me. “Just like she always does.”

Atticus nods and grabs Autumn’s bag. “Let’s go.”

I follow Damon to his jeep; Willow and Dante are already ahead of us.

“Who will Griffin be coming with?” I ask.

“He already left behind Dante,” Atticus informs me. “He knows Autumn takes forever to pack.”

She playfully hits his arm before getting into the jeep.

Damon opened the door for me, and I quietly got in.

I kept thinking that this wasn’t a good idea. I could think of many ways that this could go wrong.

I didn’t know what to say or do to ease the tension between us.

I try to distract myself with the wind blowing my hair and the soft music on the radio soothing my ear.

Even the moon looked extra beautiful tonight. Things would have been perfect if Damon and I were on

better terms.

I notice in the middle of the drive when his hands suddenly tightened on the steering wheel like

something was bothering him. I’m shocked when he pulls over to the side of the road.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, concerned.

His eyes are closed, and he has one arm over them.

He raises his hand to stop me from talking, “I just need a second.”

I waited there in silence until he finally pulled back onto the road. I’m not sure what the hell just

happened, but I wish he would say something to me.

“Are you going to tell me what just happened?” I ask him.

His jaw clenches, and he ignores me. Doesn’t he realize by now that it irritates me when he ignores

me? It was a simple question, why couldn’t he answer me?

“Damon?” I ask again.

“No.” He finally answers me.

I frown.

No?

It bothered me that he’d just said no to me.

I stayed quiet for a few more minutes until I couldn’t control myself anymore.

“Why?” I ask him. “Why can’t you tell me?”

He sighs, “Clarissa, would you please just drop it? It’s nothing for you to be concerned about.”

I narrow my eyes, “I’m not going to drop it. I want to know why you had to stop the jeep and looked like

you were in pain!”

I’m not happy when we pull onto the driveway for the beach house. We were already here. I was

disappointed that I didn’t get an answer.

“You’re not going to tell me?” I try one more time.

He exhaled and held onto the steering wheel even though we’d arrived at our destination. “If I tell you, it

will go against what you want. I don’t want to do that.”

My forehead creased, “what is that supposed to mean?”

“You’re not going to drop this, are you?” He asks, tongue in cheek.

I narrow my eyes. “No.”

He doesn’t say anything as he jumps out of the driver’s side and slams the door shut. I lean back

against the seat and close my eyes in frustration.

I couldn’t believe him.

My eyes flew open when I heard footsteps.

Damon opens my side of the jeep and helps me to my feet. I’m confused when he leans closer to me.

“The reason I stopped is because of you.”

I held my breath, unsure of the point he was trying to make.

“Because of me?” I ask quietly.

His eyes are one of regret as he whispers, “yes. Your scent travels much faster with the wind. It filled

the f*****g jeep. It consumed me. I had to stop. I had to stop before I lost all control.”

W-what?