The Devil Behind Me(26)

“Evans,” called out a man who was close to our age.

“Philips, how are you?” Daimon extended his free hand and shook his.

“Good, good. So this is the little Addie that I hear you have now.” Philips must have said it to take a jab at Daimon.

“Careful, Philips, this is the girl I love,” Daimon snarled.

“Sorry man, I just thought—”

“I don’t give a shit what you thought,” Daimon barked.

“Baby,” I said quietly. Daimon turned and looked at me, gauging what I was about to say. “Do you want to dance?” I asked. I saw some guests were already dancing and I figured it would be the best way to get him away from what was about to happen. “Please,” I smiled.

“Okay, Addie, whatever you want,” he relented and took me to the dance floor. Daimon’s arm around my waist caused my body to be on high alert.

I could feel the heat, which emanated from his touch; it slowly moved through my body, gradually igniting something inside me that had lain dormant for years. I steadied myself in his arms, trying hard to ignore the onlookers who were staring at us. My eyes darted back and forth, but Daimon’s only looked at me. I eased into his embrace and leisurely wrapped my hand around his neck. He grinned a cocky little grin, and inched me closer to his body. I smiled and acted like I relished his attention, just like he wanted me to.

“You look beautiful, Addie,” Daimon murmured softly to me.

“Thanks,” I said quietly. I could feel myself starting to blush.

“You would look beautiful since I paid so much money for the dress,” he jabbed. I glared at him and tried to move away, but he held on tight.

“Go screw yourself, Daimon,” I said in a hushed voice. He smiled widely as he looked at me.

“Daimon?” Clara asked as she saw us dancing. Her hot little pink number hurt my eyes.

“You brought her here? Why?” she asked annoyed.

“Hello, Clara. How are you?” Daimon asked as we stopped dancing, but he continued to hold my hand, placing me behind him.

“Not fine, since I saw you brought in the trash and lowered the standards of our society,” she hissed. I rolled my eyes at her sad attempt.

Daimon brought my hand to his lips and kissed it. “Lover, go and get me a drink. I have a feeling I'm going to need it now,” he offered me a smile and I agreed.

“Should I bring you one more to spill on her?” I asked in a bitchy tone.

“I would love to, but not tonight. I don’t want to stoop to idiotic behavior because of her,” he said in front of her like she wasn’t even there.

“Idiotic behavior is bringing someone like her here,” Clara spat out, pointing at me.

I left them to their bickering. No wonder Daimon didn’t want to marry her, the girl was seriously troubled.

“Hey, Addie.” I turned to see Rafe by the bar. “I see Daimon brought you here.” He looked impressed.

“Why wouldn’t he?” I asked with annoyance evident in my voice. If I was playing his girlfriend shouldn’t I be here?

“He never brings his girls out to society dinners,” Rafe said, taking a sip of his drink.

“Well, I'm not just any girl,” I fired back, irritated by everyone’s comments.

“No. No you’re not. You’re Addie. You’re Daimon’s girl,” Rafe confirmed.

“Rafe, don’t you be boring her with your crap,” Daimon said as he reached and took his drink in one hand and me in other.

“So what happened to Clara?” Rafe asked, pointing at her.

“Probably off licking her wounds,” Daimon murmured as he brought his whiskey to his lips.

“Why?” Rafe asked.

“Threatened her dad’s waterfront properties,” Daimon grinned.

“Always the gentleman I see,” Rafe mocked and laughed. “At least he treats you nicely.” Rafe looked over to me and held up his glass. If only you knew, I thought to myself. Daimon tightened his grip on me; I guess that was my cue.

“I feel special since I'm the only one he seems to treat so exceptionally.” I smiled and looked over at Daimon, who had given me a side look, as he drank his whiskey.

He was such an asshole. There were times I would forget myself, but he always made sure I knew where I stood and who he was.

“There’s Jack.” Rafe nudged over Daimon’s shoulder. “You better go and rub shoulders with him,” Rafe advised.

“Lover, do you mind if I leave you for a while?” Daimon turned to me and gave me a sexy smile.

“Of course, I understand,” I reassured him as I gently brushed off his suit. “I’ll be here waiting for you,” I smiled happily. I was happy Daimon would leave my side for God knows how long. I was perfectly okay with that.