The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 297 ~SCARLETT~
I’m already tipsy when Atticus appears out of nowhere and sweeps Autumn off her feet. Literally.
“Where’s he taking her?” I ask Clara.
She shrugs her shoulder, “I guess home. They’re getting married soon.”
I can barely pay attention to her words when I spot Carter. He’s even more dashing tonight for some reason. Maybe it’s because
I’ve had too many drinks.
“I think that’s enough now,” Clara whispers as she takes the bottle from me. “We don’t want you too drunk, or you’ll pass out
before getting a chance to flirt with Carter.”
Flirt with Carter. I didn’t have a clue about flirting with anyone.
I watch in annoyance as a woman throws herself into his arm and immediately starts kissing on his neck.
His eyes find me, and they narrow slightly. He slowly pushes her away from him, and I’m not sure why he did it.
I take a deep breath and walk towards the beach. I could hear Clara calling after me, but I ignored her. Even under the influence
of alcohol, I knew I had to keep my distance from Carter. He did things to my body that frightened me.
I didn’t want to be one of his many girls. I didn’t want to be treated like the rest. I deserved more than that.
Why am I even thinking like this? Am I forgetting that the only reason any of this has been happening is because of Clara and
her thirst for revenge?
“You shouldn’t be walking the beach by yourself.” I hear Carter’s voice behind me.
I spun around and was surprised to see how far we were from everyone else. I’d walked a great distance and hadn’t even
realized it.
“I think it’s more dangerous having you by my side than being alone.” I retort.
He smiles, showing the white of his teeth. “Dangerous?” He asks. “Me?”
He steps towards me, and I don’t move an inch from where I stand.

“Are you afraid of me, Scarlett?” He asks while pinning me with his gaze.
“Why would I be afraid of you?” I demand.
“You’re the one that said it’s more dangerous being next to me than being alone. I would say that’s a good reason for me to think
that you’re afraid of me.” He points out.
He had me there. Though I wasn’t afraid of him, I was more fearful of myself around him.
“I’m not afraid of you,” I assure him.
“Then why is it dangerous being next to me?” He asks, reminding me yet again of my own words.
“Because of the things that happen to me when you’re next to me.” I blurt out. “Things that I am not happy about.”
He frowns, “Things happen to you when I’m next to you? What kind of things? Are people bullying you?”
I’m surprised by the genuine concern in his voice.
“Bullying me?” I demand. “Even if they were, that wouldn’t bother me.”
“I don’t understand,” he says as he tries to interpret my words. “Then what kind of things?”
I stab my finger into his chest. “You know exactly the kind of things I’m talking about since you are the reason those things have
started to happen in my life!”
“I’m afraid I’m completely clueless right now, Scarlett.” He confesses. “I’m unaware I’ve been doing things to you when I’m next
to you. Please help me to understand what you’re trying to say to me.”
Was he truly this clueless about everything or was he intentionally playing dumb?
“Who’s the one that kissed me in front of hundreds of spectators because of some silly tradition?” I demand. “And who’s the one
that entered my room in the middle of the night and touched me in places I’ve never been touched before?”
His eyes look surprised. He wasn’t expecting me to say that, I can tell.
“Look, Scarlett,” I’m surprised by the pain in his voice. “Everything that happened that night, I f*****g wish I could take it back.”

“Take it back?” I demand. I didn’t expect my voice to be so loud. I’m taken aback a little.
Why am I so angry that he wants to take it all back? It shouldn’t bother me that he wanted to. Then why does my chest feel like
it’s about to explode in frustration?
“Yes,” he whispers. “I don’t know how to explain to you what happened, but I do regret it. I can’t f*****g remember a single thing,
and it bothers me that I did things to you that you may not have wanted me to do.”
I was tired of this. If he could take back what he did, then so could I. Except, there wasn’t anything for me to take back.
My eyes zero in on his lips.
“You’re not the only one with something to take back.” I hiss.
He tilts his head to the side and studies me. He looks genuinely confused right now, and that was okay with me.
I grab his face and tiptoe until I can press my lips against his.
If anyone had anything to take back, it would be me, not him!