The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 179

BOOK 3 CHAPTER 15

~DANTE~

“A kissing booth?” I ask Damon, surprised at what I’d just learned.

Why on earth did they come up with that idea? That sounds like trouble.

“It’s not a booth,” Damon answers me. “It’s a private room where any girl could come in and make out

with guys from the academy.”

“And you’re telling me there’s no way we could get out of this?” I demand. “There should be a f*****g

rule that excludes married men, at least.”

“If there was a rule like that, what the hell am I supposed to do?” Damon demands. “I’m not married to

Clarissa. Not yet.”

This was the first discussion we’d had like this in a while. It felt good but still strained.

“Does the girl have a say on who she’s getting to kiss?” I ask him.

He shook his head, “she doesn’t know. It’s a surprise. To make things fair, they won’t know until they

enter the room.”

“Autumn and Clarissa are probably losing their f*****g minds,” I mutter.

“And what about Willow?” Atticus asks as he sneaks up behind us.

“Fuck.” I growl. “Why do you always show up in time to be a pain in my a*s?”

He shrugs, “Someone needs to be here to guide you along the right path.”

I ignore him, “why did you mention Willow?” I ask. “What about her?”

He quirks a brow, “Don’t you think that she would also be upset that you’ll be kissing another woman?”

I frown, “Autumn is in love with you. With Willow, it’s different; she doesn’t love me. It wouldn’t affect her

as badly. Not that I even want to kiss anyone. I’d rather find a way to get out of it.”

The word kiss reminds me of the one I shared with Willow in bed.

I inwardly groaned at the reminder. What was so special about that kiss? Why can’t I forget it? I was

half asleep when that kiss happened. It shouldn’t be this hard to forget about it.

“She’s still your wife.” Atticus says suddenly as he taps my shoulder, “I’ve made similar mistakes in the

past. I don’t want to see you doing the same.”

My jaw clenches. He’d made mistakes; I’m aware of that. However, he was never actually in love with

Anya.

I was the only one that loved her; even Damon didn’t love her. They both had women that they truly

loved, and both of them had their mates.

I was not the same. Anya must have been my mate. I may never know the truth, the spell died with her,

and with her death, I couldn’t tell genuinely. However, the pain I felt may be all I needed to confirm that

Anya was my mate. But if she was, wouldn’t she have had some feelings for me as well? Or did she

bury those feelings for her revenge on my family?

“I’m sure we can find a way to get out of this kissing booth nonsense,” Atticus tells us.

“I don’t mind it at all,” Griffin announces. “I think it might be fun.”

Of course, he would think that way. He wasn’t in love with anyone, as far as we all knew.

“If you want to take part, you can,” Atticus tells him. “However, for the three of us, we need to find a

way to make sure that the only woman kissing us is the one that we love.”

I think he meant to say the two of them. The woman I love is no longer here with us.

“All we need is to find a way to let Autumn know who’s entering the room,” Atticus says. “She can warn

Clarissa and Willow so they don’t kiss random strangers.”

I stiffen at the thought of Willow kissing a stranger. I know that it shouldn’t bother me, but it did. It

bothers me because I know Anya wouldn’t want her sister kissing any strange man.

That’s the only reason I could think of. For that reason, I had to find a way to ensure that she didn’t take

part in this.

We had no choice but to take part, but there wasn’t a rule that f****d the women to participate.

“I’m heading to my room,” I tell my brothers.

“Already?” Atticus asks. “I thought we were going to drink some beers and play some game?”

I shook my head, “I’m exhausted. What those assholes did today still has me f*****g pissed.”

“You mean the pictures with you and Anya?” Atticus asks. “I think a girl was responsible for that. Or

possibly more than one girl. They’re crushing on you and think there’s a chance to have you since

Anya is gone.”

“That’s insane,” I growl. “I’m married.”

“You don’t even have a wedding ring.” Atticus points out.

I swallow. I got a ring for Willow, but I never thought about getting one for myself. And I wasn’t planning

on doing it either. I didn’t need a constant reminder that I was married to Anya’s younger sister.

“I’ll see you guys in the morning.” I dismiss them.

I climbed the stairs two at a time, moving quickly toward my room.

I knew Willow was already in bed. I hadn’t seen her since I returned home. When I opened the door, I

felt relief flood my body when I saw her tucked under my sheets. I don’t know why I felt so relieved to

see her in my room, lying in my bed. It’s almost like I was looking forward to seeing her.

I shook that thought out of my head.

She looks up at me when I close the door and walk over to my side of the bed.

I remove my watch and place it on the bedside table.

“There’s something I want to talk to you about,” I say suddenly before I can talk some sense into

myself.

“What’s that?” She asks nervously.

Did I make her nervous?

“It’s about the kissing booth.” I blurt out. “Can you not take part in it?”