The Devil Behind Me(28)

“See? You’re my lover,” he said in a hushed voice as he brought his hand to my face and feathered my jaw line.

I could see Clara out of the corner of my eye, not the least bit happy about our PDA. Which I’ll have to admit, I liked. I closed my eyes as Daimon continued to touch me.

“Let’s go home,” he whispered.

“Hmm.”

He took my hand and led me through the banquet hall, ignoring everyone’s stares and whispers as we walked outside to a waiting limo.

“Do not even dare think I would go home with you,” I challenged.

Daimon stood silenced by my statement, his demeanor changing and his jaw muscles tightening. “No, Addie. I know you better than that,” he brooded.

The driver opened the door to limo and helped me in. Daimon slipped into the back seat and glanced over to me.

“I knew you’d deliver. You out did yourself, Addie. I guess where money is concerned you’d do anything, except sleep with someone. At least it’s nice to know you have some integrity,” Daimon said harshly.

“You think I did that for money?” I fired back.

“Addie, we’re alone in the limo now. Cut the bullshit,” he snarled.

God, I was so stupid. Here I was thinking about him, about his reputation and everything he worked hard for. Fuck him and the high horse he rode in on.

“You’re right. I saw my opportunity to make more money from you so I grabbed my chance,” I said flatly.

“Name your price,” he said coldly.

“You pay for an entire year for Sofia,” I blurted out.

“No. That, you will have to earn more brownie points for,” he fired back. “A car?” Daimon offered.

“I don’t need a fucking car,” I argued.

“Fine, I’ll pay for one semester more,” he said, annoyed at giving in to my demand.

“Fine,” I agreed.





AN OLD ACQUAINTANCE


It was relatively quiet at the bar, meaning no money. Elissa unfortunately had the night off, but that was okay since Jace and I were able to shoot the shit. The guy was fun to hang out with. He was laid back and enjoyed life. Jace said bartending was the best decision he ever made, not only did he get to hang out with awesome people in a fast-paced environment, but as he put it, he could get as much pussy as he wanted. I laughed nonstop. He was honestly on a roll.

“So then this one girl, and I mean she was freaky.” Jace was telling me what had happened to him the night before. Trust me when I say the man didn’t leave out any details. “She invites me in. So I obviously go. I need to get laid. She calls out to her roommate who comes running out of her room. Hello Penthouse, we have a story.” He wiggled his eyebrows and I started to laugh.

“Hey, Jace, you mind not flirting with my girl.” Daimon came up from behind me and placed his hands on either side of my body, pinning me against the bar. I tried to move, but couldn’t.

“Do you mind?” I asked. I was still upset with him from last week.

“No, do you?” he asked not bothered by our closeness. I hated that I was the only one affected by his touch. I hated it more than I actually admitted to myself. I finally was able to turn around and face him. His usual sexy little grin was plastered all over his face.

“So how has my lover been?” Daimon asked, still smiling as he peered down at me.

“Busy,” I answered as I pushed him off me.

“Oh. Trouble in loversville,” Darren said as he sat down at the far end of the bar.

“She’s just pissed at me is all. It’s fucking hot when she’s angry at me,” Daimon smirked, but I rolled my eyes and walked away.

“What are you going to do, Daimon? The girl looks pissed,” Darren laughed.

“I have my ways,” Daimon said loud enough so I could hear him.

“Hey, Addie, since you’re going to the back, can you go to the stockroom and get me some vodka?” Jace called after me.

“Yeah, no problem,” I shouted back. Jace threw me his key and I headed to the back.

“So this is nice,” said an all too familiar voice. Upon hearing his words my whole body grew cold and froze. “Saw you on the society page with your new mister out there.” The voice belonged to Frank, my ex.

If you could believe it, Daimon was prince charming compared to him. Frank and I started dating a few years back. At first he was sweet and kind. Loving and adoring, but things changed. He lost his job and began to drink. Things were rough. I thought we could work it out, but I was stupid. He began to beat me. At first I kept giving myself excuses. ‘It’s okay, he’s stressed.’ ‘He needs help.’ ‘I love him, how can I just abandon him?’ Each time he beat me, it was worse than before. Until one night when he beat me so badly I woke up in the hospital. He had attacked me with a beer bottle and beat me until I was unconscious. That’s how I got the scar. I looked at it as I constant reminder that I could never again trust anyone.