The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

~SCARLETT~

“I know the both of you already slept together,” Clara whispers. “But I still wanted to get you something to spice things up.”

W-what?

She pushes a bag into my hands. I took one look inside of it and stared at her in horror.

“What do you expect me to do with lingerie?”

She laughs, “It’s to add some excitement to your marriage. It’s your wedding night after all and just because you’re pregnant already doesn’t mean you can’t have some fun.”

“I know you’re over Carter, but are you that over your past to give me something like this?” I demand in shock.

She shrugs, “Carter is like a brother to me now. Besides, I know you love him. I’m going to be your special Cupid. I’ll help you make him love you back.”

“Do you think that’s possible?” I ask her. “Your whole revenge plan was to get Carter to fall in love with me, and instead, I was the one that fell head over heels in love with him.”

“Trust me, I can make it happen this time.”

I laugh, “I think you’ll make me fall more in love with him before you get him to fall in love with me.”

She rolls her eyes at me, “I can do it. I got him to care about you, didn’t I? We need to try a little harder. Plus, now that you’re married to him, everything will be much easier.”

“What plan is she trying to force you into now?” Jenna asks as she walks into my new room. It wasn’t just my room; it was also Carter’s.

We would be sleeping in the same room together. My cheeks turned a bright red at that reminder. It meant that I would have to share a bed with him.

Would I be able to control myself around him? I didn’t trust my feelings. I knew it wouldn’t be easy to resist my desires. However, I didn’t want to get hurt for a second time.

“She wants to make Carter fall in love with me,” I answer my best friend.

She sighs, “We tried that already and failed.”

“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell Clara, but she’s too stubborn to listen to me, “I tell her.

“I think Clara should focus on her own problems.” Jenna points out.

I frown, “her problems?” I demand. “What problems does she have?”

“It’s nothing?” Clara tries to dismiss it almost immediately.

“Jenna?” I ask again. “Did something happen while I was busy getting married?”

Clara sighs, “It’s nothing important.”

“Then why are you trying to hide it from me?” I ask her.

She sighs, “It is about Nicole. Alaric’s wife”.

I tense at the mention of her. I still hadn’t completely gotten over her warning from earlier today. I couldn’t get her words out of my head.

“What happened with her?” I ask her.

“That b***h told Clara to stay away from Alaric,” Jenna answers for her.

My eyes widen. “Did that really happen?”

Clara sighs, “she did. I explained to her that I had no intention of stealing Alaric from her, but she didn’t believe a word I said. She even threatened to spread nasty rumors about us if I didn’t stay away from him.”

“She must have a mental problem or something,” I mumble. “You and Alaric are two different worlds apart. He’s going to be your lecturer, and you, his student. There is a small gap between your ages as well. Plus, you’re both loyal people. He would never cheat on Nicole, and you would never cross that line. She needs to focus on being a kinder person before she makes unnecessary enemies.”

“She’s already made one.” Jenna snaps. “I do not like that woman. She smells like trouble.”

I didn’t want to judge Nicole wrongfully, but I didn’t like her much either. She did seem like trouble. She looked like someone who enjoyed stirring up drama. I’d had enough of that and didn’t need anymore.

“I think we should leave Scarlett to get dressed for her husband now,” Jenna says as she wiggles her eyebrows at me.

Clara empties the bag, and the white lingerie falls out of it. She leaves it on the bed and waves goodbye to me.

“Carter Prince!” Jenna shouts at the door. “You married Carter freaking Prince! Way to go, Scarlett! Teach me your ways so I could marry into the Prince family also!”

I sigh when she leaves and stare at the lingerie on the bed.

Did Clara think I’d wear this for Carter tonight when we weren’t even on speaking terms? Things were still very awkward and tense between us.

We hadn’t had a proper conversation since that awful night.

The door opens suddenly, and I try not to gape at a shirtless Carter at the entrance.

Was this something I would have to get used to from now on? His hair was wet, and he’d just gotten out of the shower.

He didn’t use the bathroom in this room. Then which one did he use?

His eyes fall on me briefly before he lazily drags it to the bed.

My eyes widened when I realized what he was about to see.

No. No. No.

I would kill Clara for this embarrassment!