The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 27

“How can they possibly be missing?” I ask. How does anyone go missing from a yacht? We’ve never had an incident like that in the past. People don’t just fall out of a boat as big as that one.

“Griffin was the last person to see them on board.” He tells me. “We’re not sure what happened after he spoke with them, but they never made it to the island with the rest of us. Chances are they fell off the boat, but none of us know how it happened.”

Fell off the f*****g boat? Again, that didn’t just happen. Were they drinking or did something else happen?

I ran a hand through my wet hair; I was already not f*****g thinking right after Autumn literally just spread her legs and mesmerized me with the view of her beautiful and tempting body. I’m unsure if I can even walk with how much I wanted her. The fact that I couldn’t have her was torture and it was only about to get worse for me.

“Are you listening to me?” He demands. No, I wasn’t. I hadn’t heard a word he’d said. “We need to help Arthur with the search. It has already started, but they can’t search this island on their own, they will need us.”

I nod, I knew we had to help. But there was something I had to see about first.

“I have to get Autumn back to the house,” I tell him. “I can meet up with the others after.”

“She can come with us.” He offers. “We can’t waste any time. We’re not even sure that they’re still alive. Can you imagine the headlines if that happens?”

Yes I can, I knew how brutal the article headlines were when our family was concerned. They were always waiting for a new story concerning our lives.

But I was still not okay with Autumn joining us.

state to join us on a search and

be joining us in half an hour

us to start a damn argument over

were those two? What caused them to fall out of a moving boat? Is that even what happened to begin with? How much of this incident were we not

hair is soaking wet and sticking to her face. I clutch my heart and feel a sudden stabbing pain while staring at her. I wince, unsure of what the

ground to a sitting position, “you’re back.” She says with a

up anyone’s day. It was innocent and pure, something you didn’t see every day. I realize I’ve only ever seen her smile like this when drunk. Does that mean that

plenty that I didn’t know about her. Things that I wish she would trust me enough to tell me. I asked her earlier if not wanting to marry me was the reason she’d suddenly started drinking. I never got the answer I

ground next to her, “we need to get you back to the house. There is something that I need to get done in the meantime. I’ll feel better if I knew you were

myself. I didn’t want her ever to stop smiling. What had I said that was so wrong? I only wanted to keep her safe. I knew that she didn’t

to move, but I

little. I was also

I frown at her reaction. What the hell

few minutes? I follow her to the jeep and rush to open her door before

“What’s wrong?” I ask.

ever seen her this upset with me before. Has she ever been upset with me in the past? This feels like the first

I know there are more important things to focus on now. Though, I know it will bother me the entire time not knowing why she’s suddenly

the door and rush over to the driver’s side. I glance at Autumn one last time before starting the jeep and racing through the forest. She’s still trying to avoid me; now

grip tightens on the steering wheel; why the f**k was this bothering me so much? I never thought that her behavior would ever affect me like this but as it

growl. “Tell me what’s wrong. What did I say or do to

fact, inside this jeep