Chapter 298

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 298 ~SCARLETT~

Carter grabs me by my waist and pulls me off him before I even had the chance to deepen the kiss.

I’m utterly surprised.

Why did he do it? Why didn’t he let me kiss him?

Was this what rejection felt like?

I shook the disappointment out of my chest.

“Now I can also take back my kiss,” I shout.

Carter has a dazed and drugged look in his eyes as he gazes at me.

“What was that for?”

“If you want to take back what you did, I could also take back what I did.”

“Scarlett,” he whispers. “Are you upset that I said I wanted to take back what I did without your permission that night?”

I can see the surprise in his eyes as he gazes at me.

I was upset, but I didn’t want to admit it to him or myself.

I grab him by his shirt, “Nothing you say or do affects me in any way, Carter.”

His eyes narrow, “I must say that your actions say otherwise.”

I held my breath when he leaned closer to me so his face was inches away from mine.

“Your heartbeat races whenever I’m near you.” He growls. “And your scent, I can f*****g tell when a woman is aroused, Scarlett, and your f*****g scent is all over my nose. It burns.”

I gasp at his words.

“Why do you have such a dirty mouth?” I whisper.

It was meant to sound like I was annoyed, but it came out like I was breathless.

“Do you want me to stop?” He whispers against my ear. “If you want me to stop speaking dirty, I will, but only for you.”

I felt a shiver down my spine.

I could feel myself grow wet between my legs, and my body jumped when Carter growled low and dangerous.

“I know your p***y is wet for me, Scarlett.” He says in a dangerously low tone. “I can smell you.”

He didn’t even last a second of trying not to speak dirty to me.

I shove him away when I hear Clara calling my name. He quirks a brow at me.

“You have to get out of here!” I hiss. “She can’t see us together.”

He looks reluctant to leave but eventually does. I breathe a sigh of relief when he’s out of sight.

“What are you doing out here by yourself?” She demands from me. “I’ve been looking all over for you. I thought you had drowned or someone had kidnapped you! Don’t you dare ever scare me like that again!”

I hug her tightly, “You’re the one that asked me to drink.”

She sighs, “I thought this would help loosen you up. I didn’t think you’d start acting reckless.”

She takes my hand and helps guide me back to the party.

“I haven’t seen Carter since you left.” She points out. “I’m not sure if he noticed you were missing or not. It’s hard for me to tell.”

Just as she’d mentioned his name, he returned to the party. He glanced at me for a quick second before grabbing a drink his brother Alaric handed to him.

His eyes still look drugged as he takes a big gulp.

“Alaric barely attends these parties,” Clara whispers. “Why is he here tonight?”

This was probably the first time I’d heard Clara mention Carter’s older brother. He was the eldest and the only married one.

“Have you ever spoken to him?” I ask her.

She nods, “Maybe once or twice when Carter brought me home. He’s kind and a lot more mature than the rest of them. I guess it’s because he’s the oldest.”

Alaric glanced in our direction, and I don’t know if it’s the fact that I’m partly drunk, but I think I saw Clara blush a little.

I had to be totally out of it. She wouldn’t blush for Alaric Prince. He was married and also Carter’s older brother.

“You seem more interested in Alaric than Carter tonight.” I tease.

Her cheeks turn a bright red. It was meant to be a joke, but I think I may have offended her.

“Nonsense.” She whispers. “Carter is the only one who has my attention. Carter and you, of course. You need to go over there and start flirting with him!”

Now, it was my cheek’s turn to burn. “I don’t know anything about flirting Clara.”

“Never mind.” She sighs. “Those other girls are trying to get into his pants again.”

I followed her gaze and felt the urge to growl. How many girls does he flirt with daily? It made me feel sick to my stomach.

“Can we s***h his tires?” I demand.

Her eyes widen. “s***h his tires? That isn’t flirting, Scarlett; that will cause him to dislike you.”

“I need to use the washroom.” I lie. “I will be back in a few minutes. You can find Jenna in the meantime.”

Instead of moving towards the bathroom, I head to the parking lot. I don’t stop until I see his truck. I wanted to do something, anything at all, to his beautiful truck. He was so good at breaking hearts I wanted to break his.

“What are you doing, Scarlett?”

I jump.

“Do you follow me everywhere?” I demand.

Carter moves before me, “I needed something from my truck. I had no intentions of following you this time.”

I can’t hide the disappointment at his words.

“I know.” I hiss. “You intended to bring those girls back to the truck with you so that you could f**k them. Wasn’t that your real intention?”

His lips curl dangerously, “I like hearing the word f**k from your mouth Scarlett. You should say it more often but only to me.”

I frown. “You’re sick.”

He jams me up against his truck, “I like when your ass is pressed against my belongings.”

I gasp. “I hate you!”

He winced, “That’s good. Keep hating me.”

I can’t help but stare at his lips.

“You smell like them!” I wrinkle my nose in disgust.

His eyes turn a darker shade, “Let’s fix it so I smell like you.”

I gasped when he grabbed me by my waist and pushed me into the back of his truck. Before I had a chance to understand what was happening, his mouth was already on mine.