Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

Clarissa's POV

Four days. It was just four days before Damon married Anya.

FOUR DAYS.

He was doing the same as before, trying to limit any contact with me. I couldn’t believe him. When would he stop running away from me? From us?

However, I was also trying to stay away from him, at least for a little while until everything from the fire had died down. Everyone was still a little upset with me, and I didn’t want to bring any more attention to myself. Besides, Autumn had warned me that Atticus was beginning to notice that there was something happening between me and Damon. I knew Atticus, I knew what he was capable of doing when he was angry. He always protected me like his little sister and he would do the same even if it was against Damon.

I couldn’t do anything that would make him suspect us anymore. But today, I was ready to make my first move. I’d stayed away from Damon long enough. He wouldn’t see it coming when I showed him what I wanted to show him for a while now.

And that was the one thing I loved the most about my body. The tattoo of his name on my ass. I’d always dreamt of the day Damon would see it. I imagined him happy and falling in love with it. I knew there was a chance he would hate it but I was willing to at least try.

I knew that it would have a strong effect on him because I knew Damon well. He already knew that I had a tattoo but he didn’t know that the tattoo was his name. He would finally know the truth today.

According to Autumn, everyone was leaving in an hour for a dinner. It was a dinner to celebrate the wedding that was only a few days away. I would pretend to be sick. I knew that everyone would insist that I come, but Autumn would help convince everyone to let me stay at home.

I owed her plenty. Autumn was the only reason that Atticus wasn’t punching Damon right now. She was doing her best to make him believe that there was nothing going on between us. He had been keeping a close eye on us and the fact that we were staying away from each other must have convinced him that he was wrong, at least for now.

But tonight, I had plenty to do. Damon would be responsible for dropping Anya at her fake home after dinner and then he would return here. Autumn would distract everyone and make sure that they stayed longer for the dinner. She would come up with a good enough excuse, I trusted her. She was good at these things. I didn’t understand why she did so much for me without expecting anything in return.

When Damon returned home, it would just be the two of us. That would give me enough time to show him the tattoo and get a reaction from him. No one would suspect anything when they returned home, Autumn would make sure of it.

It would be the first time that Damon and I would be alone in the house together ever since things had gotten heated between us. I was looking forward to it. He had no idea what was coming to him. And I was counting on it, the fact that he wouldn’t be prepared for it would work in my favor. I loved catching Damon off-guard. I always got the best reactions when he was like that.

“Aren’t you getting ready?” Atticus asks me when he sees me going into the kitchen.

“I can’t,” I answer him as I cover my mouth. “I’ve been throwing up since this morning. Hasn’t Autumn told you?”

He frowns, “You’ve been sick since this morning and didn’t think to call a doctor?”

I didn’t like lying to him. I didn’t like lying to anyone that I cared about. But this was necessary.

“I didn’t want to spoil tonight for anyone,” I lie. “I thought I would have gotten better in time for the dinner but I was wrong.”

Atticus sighs, “Is this another one of your tricks to get out of Anya and Damon’s marriage celebrations? If you don’t want to go, you can just say that, Clarissa. We will find someone to stay home with you and keep you company. The happiness in your eyes has died down and I want to know what we can do to bring it back. I hate seeing you like this. I’m tired of sitting back and not doing anything about it. I need you to tell me what the hell is going on around here.”