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)
I awoke, knowing full well Daimon was sleeping beside me. Drako was at our feet, snoring softly. Rising and heading to the washroom, I stopped short as I watched Daimon sleep. His bare chest was exposed as his arm rested behind his head. I looked on, my eyes willingly giving in as my mind yelled at me to stop. Pulling myself away, I turned and left the room.
Once washed and dressed, I headed downstairs to see if I could finally eat something, but the moment I opened the refrigerator, I lost my appetite.
“Going to make your hubby a nice breakfast?” Daimon said as he came down the stairs with Drako at his feet. Leave it to him to come down in mid-November without a shirt on. He yawned and stretched, his long hair tousled.
“Not really. I figure you can cook yourself.” I walked out of the kitchen the moment he stepped into it.
“You’re really taking this to a whole new level,” Daimon said from behind me.
“What are you talking about?” I asked him.
“I’m talking about this whole Daimon’s-an-asshole treatment. I said I was sorry. I said I wouldn’t sleep with anyone. What more do you want?” He stood with his arms crossed at the edge of his island.
“I don’t want anything. I don’t want you to do anything. You do what you want. Don’t even think of me. You and I just coexist in this space. That’s it, that’s all,” I said angrily. We both stood in silence. I finally turned to find Daimon peering down at me. His lean muscles moving as he breathed. I watched him for a moment longer, and then turned to leave, but Daimon caught me, pulling me toward his hard body.
“Can you stop touching me like you have some right to? I’m getting tired of your constant tugging at me, whether physically or emotionally. Just stop,” I said, my voice hard, drawing my boundary lines, which he seemed to not care that he constantly crossed.
“When is the last time you ate?” he asked as he looked down into my eyes.
“Daimon, I just told to stop touching me. So where do you get off asking me about my eating habits? Look, I ate, okay!” I yanked back my arm and left.
“This is getting old, Addie, real old,” he shouted from downstairs.
“If you wanted entertainment, Daimon, you should have paid extra. Remember, if you want, we can revise the contract!” I shouted back. Prick.
***
“I want to go see my dad today,” I said once Daimon reemerged from the bathroom all dressed up, ready to make money.
“Can’t.”
“What? Why?”
“Because it’s Tuesday. It’s Addie’s day. Remember our contract? It stipulates you have to spend one day a week with me. You chose Tuesday,” he grinned.
“Yes, but that was before when I thought you were a man of your word. I don’t need to keep up your ridiculous stipulations,” I said as I walked to the closet.
“We agreed.” He grew angry, his words laced with bitterness. Daimon stood with his arms crossed as he leaned against the wall in front of the closet door.
“Article 2, section 12,” I said, waiting for his response.
“She was here for work and I already fired her. You will get to walk Drako all you want. I already told you I was fucking sorry,” he bit out. I walked out dressed and ready to see my father. Daimon moved off the wall and placed his hand across, blocking my path.
“I asked for one day, Addie, one fucking day,” he gritted out as he glared at me with his icy-blue eyes.
“Why do you always get what you want and I get nothing?” I asked annoyed at him.
“You could if you gave in. Stop fighting it and just give in to me already,” Daimon said deviously, grinning.
“In your dreams,” I snarled.
“I’m going to work, but it’s only a half day, since it’s my first Addie day. When I’m done, be ready. What you’re wearing now is fine.” He looked up and down at my pair of skinny jeans and an oversized knit sweater.
***
Phil opened the door for me, letting me out to meet Lucifer. He was in a black town car waiting for me. The driver was outside, and the moment he saw me, he opened the door to the car.
“Thank you,” I smiled.
“You know you don't have to thank everyone who helps you. I do pay them for this,” Daimon said the moment I entered the car.
“Whatever, Daimon. Can we just get this day over with?” I sighed.
“Sure,” he laughed. “I see you’re wearing the new jacket I bought you.” Daimon had bought me a Canada Goose jacket. He had it delivered and Lenny brought it up for me.
“Yeah, it’s nice,” I said as I looked down at it.
“You came back completely frozen last time. I want to make sure you’re warm,” Daimon noted.