The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

Chapter 292

~SCARLETT~

“It was all just a dream,” I whisper to myself. I hadn’t been able to sleep the entire night ever since Carter left my

room. I refused to believe anything happened.

It was time to get dressed to leave for the Academy, but I was still trying to convince myself that last night was only

a dream and nothing to worry about.

The tingling sensation in my chest, neck, and lips said differently, however. I could still feel his lips on my body. They

were warmer and softer than I expected.

“It was only a dream; why are you thinking about how soft his lips were?” I asked myself; I was annoyed. Very

annoyed.

I angrily climb out of my bed and walk into the bathroom. I pull the drawer open and remove some products. I’m

busy organizing everything for my bath when something in the mirror catches my attention. I pause midway and

slowly walk toward the vertical mirror before me.

I blink once, then twice, before a scream escapes my mouth. I couldn’t believe it. This wasn’t happening to me!

It wasn’t possible; my eyes had to be betraying me! That was the only explanation for this madness in front of me.

I hear a knock on my bathroom door, “Scarlett?” I hear Clara’s panicked call. “Is everything okay?”

“It is!” I shout back. “I was just practicing to sing. You know I have a horrible voice!”

I could hear her laughter behind the door. “We’re late! Hurry up!”

When she’s gone, I move even closer to the mirror. There were love bites on my chest. Love bites! I’ve never had

one of these in my life! And now I had more than one on my chest, and every single one belonged to Carter. He did

this to me!

Carter Prince gave me freaking love bites! This isn’t happening! It must still be a crazy dream. I pinch myself and

wince at the pain.

How could I have let something like this happen to me? I’ve always cringed at the things he’d done to other women

openly in front of everyone. Was I just like the others now?

I couldn’t let Clara see this; she would freak out!

What am I supposed to do? She had already chosen an outfit for me today, which just happened to be a top that

showed off my chest area.

I couldn’t wear that. I had to hide these marks until they disappeared on their own.

After showering, I angrily grabbed a turtle neck sweater and threw it over my head. Then I grabbed a short skirt so

she didn’t complain about my outfit.

The second I step into the car, she’s already glaring at me.

“That is not the outfit I chose for you, Scarlett.” She complains.

“I know.” I point out. “But I think this also looks good.”

“It’s not his favorite color.” She says.

“I know.” I snap. “But believe me; he will like this.”

She sighs, “It’s fine. I know I’m pushing you too much. I’ll let you wear what you want, at least for today.”

I fake a smile, “I’m so lucky to have such an understanding sister.”

She rolls her eyes and shoves me playfully.

I wouldn’t know how to react if I saw Carter today. I had to be prepared for it. Nothing about last night made any

sense to me. It felt unreal. He didn’t speak a single word to me last night, and yet he did all those things. I shivered

at the reminder.

“What do we have planned for today?” Jenna asks the second we exited the car. She was already early and waiting

to start another day of torturing me. She was enjoying my torture a little too much for my comfort.

“I want to find out if we’re making any progress,” Clara answers her while deep in thought.

“How do you expect to do that?” I ask her. “There’s no way to tell exactly what Carter is thinking. Why don’t we

avoid him for the rest of the day?”

I didn’t want to give him any ideas that I’d enjoyed what he’d done last night.

I’m suddenly reminded of his words from yesterday.

Keep your windows closed.

I stop walking. He knew he would do that to me last night, right? Why else would he have asked me to lock my

windows? But that wouldn’t make any sense. If he wanted to sneak into my room, he would have asked me to open

my windows.

Unless he knew I would do the opposite of what he wanted me to do.

I’m so confused.

“What’s wrong with you?” Jenna asks me. “You haven’t heard a word Clara just said to you.”

I frown, “I think I have a lot on my mind this morning.”

“He’s coming,” Clara whispers next to me.

I freeze. I couldn’t stop myself as I looked for him in the hallway. She was right, he was approaching us.

I expected him to walk over to Clara, but he shocks all of us when he stops right in front of me.

“Did you do what I asked you to do last night?” He asks me.

My breath gets stuck in my throat.

Does he not remember what he did? How could he not know I’d done the opposite? Something about the fear in his

eyes made me numb inside.

My lips parted, and all I could do was nod once. He seems to relax a bit and, without saying anything else, walks

away.

“What did he mean by that?” Clara asks me. “What did he ask you to do?”

I roll my eyes, “something dumb.”

“What is it?” She asks again. “And why didn’t you tell me anything?”

“I thought he was making a stupid joke,” I confess. “He told me to lock my windows. I don’t know what the hell that

was supposed to mean.”

“And you did as he asked?” She frowns.

I shook my head. “I lied to him. There’s no way he could know if I’d left it open.”

“Is that all, or did something else happen?” she asks me with concern.

I shook my head. “No.”

I’d just lied to my sister again. Ever since she asked me to help her get revenge on Carter, I’ve been lying to her. I

felt horrible, but I didn’t want to hurt her.

I didn’t understand how Carter didn’t even remember what he’d done.

Was it possible that he had a twin brother none of us knew about?

I immediately dismissed that thought.

I knew it was him. It was most definitely Carter yesterday. I knew him. I knew his eyes, his dark gaze, his lips. . . His

scent. It was definitely him.

Then why doesn’t he remember what happened last night?