The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 138

~DAMON~

I was losing my f*****g mind. Clarissa had left the group to go to her room for over an hour. I wanted to

go to her so badly after what she’d told me earlier, but my damn brothers weren’t giving me an

opportunity.

The longer Atticus stayed here, the longer I’d have to wait as well. I couldn’t let him see me going after

Clarissa; it would be too obvious.

Still, I was restless. How could the tattoo still be there if I couldn’t see it? The thought of it being there

made me thrilled and excited. I wanted to see it again, and this time I wanted to appreciate it the proper

way, like how it should have been done the first time.

“You’re looking a little tense, brother.” Atticus points out. “Have another beer.”

I resisted the urge to growl. Of course, I was tense when I couldn’t leave here even though I wanted to.

I didn’t want Clarissa to think that I’d let her down yet again. The fact that she was waiting for me meant

everything to me. I had hurt her too much in the past. I wasn’t going to do it again.

“I’m fine.” I lie. “Hand me that beer.”

I grab the bottle from his hand and take a sip. I didn’t want to drink anymore. I’d had enough already,

and I wanted to remember every single detail about tonight. I also didn’t want Clarissa to think that I

was only acting this way because I was intoxicated. I wanted her to know that it was all me.

“I wish Clarissa didn’t leave so early,” Autumn whispers. “We could have played some more games

together.”

She wouldn’t have left if she knew I would have taken this long to go after her.

I take a look around the room, trying to distract myself. If I kept thinking about Clarissa, I would lose my

mind before I even got to her.

Dante was knocked out on the couch, and Willow looked like she wanted to cry while sitting on the sofa

opposite him.

“Why did you guys let Dante drink so much?” Autumn demands. “This was supposed to be his night to

get to know his wife better. Now he’s knocked out on the couch and probably dreaming about the girl

whose name should not be mentioned.”

“What did we do?” Atticus asks. “Sweetheart, you were the one who made it a little too obvious.”

She narrows her eyes, “did I?”

Atticus senses the change in her mood, and he knows he’s upsetting her. This was good; if Autumn

were to walk out of the room with anger, he would follow her like a lost puppy. That was what I was

counting on happening.

“Yes,” Atticus tells her. “I had it all under control. He was listening to me. If you had let things happen

naturally, he would have spoken to her and tried to learn more about her. However, you interfered with

my plan.”

Autumn’s eyes narrowed, and I think my brother had a little too many drinks. He didn’t realize yet how

upset she was with him. But soon enough, he would know.

It was happening too slowly.

“Excuse me for trying to help your brother be happy.” She snaps as she storms out of the room.

“Fuck.” Atticus growls as he throws his beer onto the ground. “I need to stay away from those things;

I’m saying s**t to my wife that I don’t even mean.”

I inwardly sigh when I watch him get up and walk after her. It was just me and Griffin left. And Willow,

but she was too busy staring at an unconscious Dante.

“Watch them make up in literally seconds.” Griffin chuckles. “To think Atticus never even knew he

wanted Autumn when he first married her. I’m hoping things could change like that for Dante. But only

time will tell.”

I sigh, “What about you?” I ask him. “Do you have any girl that you’re interested in?”

He laughs, “Nope.” He says. “And you? I’m sure there’s a girl that’s giving you that lost longing looks in

your eyes.”

I pause, “what do you mean?”

He sighs, “Don’t try to lie to me. Everyone can tell there’s someone you’re interested in. We all thought

it was Anya, but now that she’s gone, the look in your eyes is still there. It means she’s been someone

else this entire time. You can trust me; I won’t hunt her down and ask her about your relationship.”

My hand tightens on the beer. So it’s not just Atticus that has noticed my strange behavior. However,

Griffin didn’t seem to know anything about Clarissa. That was a good sign.

“I’m afraid you’re wrong.” I lie to him. “There’s no one.”

He sighs, “Still not ready to tell me, I see.” He says as he rocks back in his chair. “That’s okay. I’m here

if you ever need some relationship advice. I’ve been told that I’m good at those things. Just ask

Autumn; according to her, I’ve been a great help to her and Atticus.”

I’m sure he was. I look over at Willow, and I can’t help but feel sorry for her. She’s been through plenty.

“Maybe you should talk to her,” I suggest to Griffin. “You’re good at talking to women; they always like

you.”

It was the truth. Autumn had easily trusted him when she’d married into our family. He was good at

making them feel comfortable.

He nods, “she does look like she needs some company.”

I waited until he walked over to her and started a conversation to finally get up from my chair.

Finally, I could leave my spot to get to Clarissa.

Would she be asleep by now? I was hoping that she wasn’t. I was desperate to be near her again.

I don’t wait for another opportunity as I storm over to her room. I don’t bother knocking as I barge into it.

I’m not prepared to see Clarissa utterly n***d on the f*****g bed.

Motherfucker.