Chapter 174


    The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 174


    BOOK 3 CHAPTER 10


    ~DANTE~


    I can still f*****g taste her. Smell her. Feel her. Willow was softer than any woman I’d ever had in my life


    in the past, including her sister.


    I was angry, f*****g angry that I had done something so unforgivable, even if it was in my sleep.


    How could I have thought that she was Anya? I should have awakened the moment her scent hit my


    nose. It wouldn’t have taken me long to know that it wasn’t Anya beneath me but Willow.


    Damn it.


    What the hell was wrong with me? I brought Willow to my room to protect her from the rumors; I did not


    bring her to bury my d**k inside her.


    Why did that thought even cross my mind?


    I felt sick to my stomach. I was a sick bastard.


    She was Anya’s sister, for crying out loud.


    I couldn’t stay here. Not tonight. Not when her scent still surrounded me. I hated to admit it, but the


    moment I’d tasted her in my mouth, I wanted b****y more.


    I must be going insane; that’s the only exnation for this. As a man, my need to have a woman


    beside me was messing with my head. That would exin my desire for something more.


    To hell with that. I rathered spend the rest of my life without a single woman than have strong desires


    for a woman that wasn’t Anya.


    When I married Willow, I promised myself never to touch her. I didn’t even kiss her on the altar. It was


    all about fulfilling Anya’s dying wishes, nothing else.


    And today, I’d broken that promise. If she hadn’t woken me, there’s no telling how far I would have


    taken things while thinking it was Anya beneath me.


    I grab the keys from the desk in front of me.


    “Where are you going this hour?” Atticus asks me.


    Ah f**k, just what I needed today.


    Why was he even waking at this hour?


    “I need to go for a drive.” I lie.


    “Why?” He asks. “Did something happen with Willow? We noticed that she isn’t in her room.”


    I clear my throat, “I asked her to move into my room.”


    He looked surprised.


    “Are you telling me she’s sleeping in the same room as you?” He asks for confirmation.


    “What’s so weird about that?” I demand. “She’s my wife, isn’t she?”


    He quirks a brow at me and ces both hands in his pockets, “I know that. We all know that. However,


    I just never realized that you knew it as well.”


    My jaw clenches, “is this another one of your lectures, Atticus? Because I could do without a lecture


    tonight. Save it for someone that needs it.”


    He nods, “I can see that you’re not in a good mood. I’ll let you go. We can speak in the morning.


    Hopefully, by then, your mood will change.”


    I’m grateful that he didn’t press on this subject.


    I was going to the one ce my family would disapprove of. It’s the ce that has kept me sane for the


    past few weeks. And it was the one ce that stopped me from thinking about Anya. It was my safe


    ce.


    I walked into the garage and started the Jeep.


    The drive to the underground ring wasn’t an easy one. Usually, Anya was the only person I could think


    about. Tonight was different. Since Willow’s scent was still all over my body, she was on my mind


    tonight.


    Why was she not disgusted that I had kissed her? She should have been angry with me; instead, she


    said it wasn’t a big deal. How was it not?


    My hands tighten on the steering wheel. Was it, not her first kiss?


    My jaw clenches. Whether it was her first kiss or not had nothing to do with me.


    I pulled up to the gates for the underground ring, and the second they saw my jeep, they let me in.


    After parking, I leave the vehicle and head to the first booth. The receptionist smiles brightly when she


    sees me.


    “What a pleasant surprise this is. You’re not on tonight Dante.” She whispers seductively. “Why are you


    here? Is it to see me?”


    I flip the bottle cap in front of me. “Are there any spots avable?” I ask her, ignoring her question.


    She smiles, “I’m sure I can squeeze you in. The bets will rise once they know you’ll be on tonight.”


    I nod. Good.


    I needed a fight more than ever. I had to get Willow out of my head. It’s the first time she’s the one that


    I needed to get out of my mind and not Anya.


    I walk down the corridor and into the first door on the right. The stadium was packed tonight, and a fight


    was already in session.


    “Look who made it in tonight.” Jaguar, the owner of the underground ring, greets me. He was always


    happy to see me.


    There were a few gasps as the women across from us spotted me. It had zero effect on me.


    “Those women will pay good money to sleep with you,” Jaguar informs me. “Why don’t you give one of


    them a chance?”


    “I don’t care about the f*****g money,” I tell him. “Do you not know who I am? Money isn’t important.


    This has nothing to do with that.”


    He chuckles, “This makes you more desirable to these women. The fact that you don’t give them any


    attention. All the other men throw themselves at them. You’re different. They want you.”


    Hearing that they wanted me did nothing for me. I didn’t want them. None of them.


    “What brings you in tonight?” He asks me. “Not that I’m not happy to see you. I’m always happy to


    wee you into the ring.”


    “What brought me in shouldn’t matter, should it?” I ask him.


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    He chuckles. “You’re right.”


    The bell rings suddenly, signaling that the fight is over.


    “It looks like you’re up next.” He tells me as he taps my shoulder.


    Finally.


    Time to bury my pain.