The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

~SCARLETT~

He steps towards me, and I’m tempted to take one back. I stay completely still, however.

“I had to see you, Scarlett.” He confesses.

My heart skips a beat, and I try to ignore it.

“Why?” I whisper. I can’t even recognize my own voice. It was unfamiliar to me.

He swallows hard, “I want to k**s you again.”

My eyes widen at his confession. I could feel my cheeks turn red. How could he say something like that so freely?

“I can’t get your f*****g taste out of my head.” He keeps going. “I want to feel your soft body—”

I press my finger to his lips. “What do you think you’re doing?” I demand. “You can’t say those things here.”

He takes my finger off his mouth and pulls me closer, “Then go somewhere with me tonight.”

His eyes trapped me; they made me feel like I was no longer standing; they made me feel the most alive I’ve ever felt in my entire life.

I felt butterflies in my stomach. They were stupid butterflies that didn’t understand he was trying to set us up. They were stupid butterflies that didn’t get that Carter was a player and knew how to win the game.

It all started when my sister asked me to make Carter fall in love with me. I’d succeeded in making myself fall in love with him instead.

I did love him. I was crazy in love with Carter. It was the only explanation for my odd behavior. Only love could make me this stupid for someone like him.

His earlier question replays in my head.

“Where?” I ask him cautiously.

He cups my cheek in the palm of his hand, “anywhere. It doesn’t matter as long as it’s with you.”

Stupid, stupid heart.

“Okay.”

Did I agree to this without knowing where he would be carrying me? I shouldn’t be agreeing on going anywhere with Carter. Even after learning the obvious, I still find myself walking with him.

He opened the truck’s door for me, and I quietly got inside.

I was insane. I was losing my mind.

I get chills when he enters after me, the good kind.

Carter keeps driving for over an hour before he finally stops somewhere.

I knew where this was almost instantly.

“Why are we here?” I ask him.

“I want to take you for a ride in my yacht.” He answers me.

My lips part, “Look, Carter, if this is something you do just to get all of your girls to sleep with you, know that I’m nothing like them. You won’t get me to sleep with you by doing things like this.”

He gets out of his truck and opens my door for me. He leans closer and removes my seatbelt; his scent immediately makes me dizzy.

“I don’t bring girls to my yacht.” He answers me. “You’re the first one, I promise.”

Now, I knew this had to be a lie. He expected me to believe he never brought a girl here, and he was known for his player ways.

“You don’t have to lie to me.” I snap.

His hands close around my waist as he helps me down from his truck. I bit back the sigh from having his hands on me even though he quickly let go of me as soon as my feet hit the ground.

“You can ask around. I’ve never brought a girl here.” He repeats, then softer, “until now.”

Stop it; I want to scream at my heart. Stop beating for him!

He guides me to the yacht, and the entire staff awaits us. I gasped at how beautiful it was. There were roses everywhere.

Did he do all of this for me? How long was he planning this for? When I asked him where he wanted to carry me, nothing about his yacht was mentioned. Was he positive that I wouldn’t have turned him down?

I look at the waitress, “Is it true he’s never brought another girl here?”

She looks startled by my question. Carter had just left me alone to speak with the rest of the crew to ensure everything was okay.

“It’s okay; I won’t tell him I spoke to you,” I assure her.

She shook her head, “It’s okay. You can tell him because you’re the first girl he’s brought here. I promise you.”

My lips part, and this time, there’s no telling my heart what to do.

When Carter returns, it’s hard to hide my happiness from him.

I shouldn’t be this happy. I shouldn’t feel this good. It makes me feel horrible. I was a traitor. My sister would hate me for all of this.

“I know you won’t want to stay out late; I’ll take you back home in less than three hours.” He tells me.

Hopefully, Clara will fall asleep and forget about me. I didn’t want her to start searching for me.

“Why are you doing this, Carter?” I whisper. “Is it all just a game for you?”

It’s not like he would openly admit it to me, but I still wanted to ask.

He moves closer to me, “I wish this were all just a game, Scarlett, I do.”