Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 87967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
“How the hell do you get off turning this on me?” I was dumbfounded.
“I saw how fucking sexy you were and I wanted you right then. I wanted to fuck you on the floor. You on your knees and me fucking you into oblivion,” he said fiercely.
“Well, that’s never going to happen,” I spat out, fighting the instant heat that emitted from my pussy.
“You’re a woman, Addie. You’re going to want to have sex, so why can’t you have sex with me?” he argued.
“You can have sex with whomever you want. Just like I will, which reminds me, since Darren made it clear he has feelings for me, maybe I should call him up tomorrow and get over this itch I have.” I went for the low blow. I knew he would lose it.
“What did you say?” he said through his teeth as he stepped closer and towered over me.
“I said, since you can’t seem to keep your dick in your pants, I will ask Darren to help me out.” I smiled as I narrowed my eyes at him.
“If you even dare go near Darren, I will take back all I gave you and put you in the hole,” he threatened as he pointed at me.
“You think I’m afraid of you? You think I care right now?” I asked, tears now brimming.
“You will, because I know you,” he said low and in control.
“You’re right. You do know me, a little too much. But this…” I pointed to him and me. “This was all a mistake, a giant miscalculation on my part. I thought you were a decent but misunderstood person, someone who I could open up to, despite your asshole ways. But this was entirely my fault, for blurring the fucking lines. I forgot you couldn’t keep it in your pants,” I bit out as I quickly wiped away the tears.
“Did you honestly think I would be celibate for three years? Are you crazy?” He glared at me.
“You’re right. I’m sorry. I forgot how much of a whore magnet you are.” Tears just kept falling, my vision blurry and I needed to get away from him.
“Tell me, Addie! What is it? Why the fuck are you crying so much? Why is this bothering you?” he asked as he followed me to the couch on the other side of the room.
“Why don’t you just go fuck your whores, and while you’re at it, go fuck yourself too!” I barked at him, trying desperately to gain some space.
“Don’t. Fucking. Push. Me. Addie,” he snapped.
“Screw you, Daimon!” I snarled.
“Why? Why do you care so much? Why does it bother you what I do? For fuck’s sake, Addie, we discussed this!” he shouted.
“I don’t care. Honestly, I don’t,” I muttered, exhaustion creeping in.
“You’re a fucking liar.” He kept pushing.
“Why do you care if I care? You’ll do what you want anyway. You’re Daimon, the asshole,” I snapped and headed to the closet.
Daimon was right behind me, but I was able to close the door and finally gain some space. He began banging on the closet door, trying to get in.
“Just leave me alone!” I shouted through the door. I leaned up against it and slid down onto the ground.
“It didn’t happen, Addie. I came here to get some files for a meeting and Kimberly was here to walk the dog. I remembered how utterly sexy you looked at the hotel and how you teased me. I wanted to prove to myself that I didn’t need you. But the moment she went down on her knees, I couldn’t do it. All I kept seeing was your face and your lips. I wanted your fucking lips on my dick, not hers! I told her to stop and that’s when you saw what you saw,” Daimon said ruefully. I heard a thud on the door.
“Addie, I won’t sleep with anyone else, not until this marriage is over,” he said in a serious tone. I wanted to believe him, but I was too hurt to by his actions to care. I wanted to be alone. I wanted him to leave me the fuck alone.
Sorry
I awoke on the floor of the closet. My body was weak and I was tired, despite the fact I had just woken up. I stood up and headed out. I needed water and a good shower. I opened the door and there next to it was Daimon. He was sleeping on the ground with his back to the wall. I ignored him and headed to the bathroom.
“Addie?” I heard Daimon say faintly. “I’m sorry about yesterday. I really am. I shouldn’t have done that, especially here,” he said, sounding defeated.
“Yeah, well,” I said bitterly as I shrugged, I just didn’t want to talk to him right then.
“Addie?” he muttered.
“What?” I said exasperated.
“Are you okay?” he asked quietly.