The Devil Behind Me(37)

“No. Why?” he asked, holding back his laughter.

“Well you opened the door for me and you’re being nice. To be honest, it’s kind of freaking me out,” I admitted.

“Shit happens, Addie, sometimes I can be nice,” he rolled his eyes.

Daimon drove us to his penthouse. The same jolly man opened the door for me and helped me out. Daimon handed the keys to him and started to make his way inside.

“Daimon?” I tugged at his suit jacket.

“What?” He looked down at me.

“Shouldn’t we be going out? I mean, aren’t people supposed to see us?” I asked pointing down the street.

“Addie, I had a long day and I still haven’t been able to come home. How about this?” He put his hands in his pockets and leaned down to my level. “How about we let everyone think you’re here in my home fucking me? That way I can eat and sleep in peace,” he winked.

“Daimon, don’t you dare make me regret contacting you. I did it so it would be easier for me,” I hissed.

He took out his right hand from his pocket and grabbed my wrist, pulling me inside. We passed through the lavish lobby and made our way to the elevator. Daimon took out his cardkey and placed it in the slot. He then pressed the button to call the elevator down.

“Don’t be difficult and just do this,” he muttered.

The elevator doors opened and Daimon threw me inside. He pressed for the top floor and leaned against the railing. We rode up in silence. I was cursing myself for being stupid and trying to preempt his attempt to ask me out on a day I couldn’t make it. The doors opened and little Drako came running to us. He happily kept jumping up trying to get me to play with him.

“It’s funny, Drako hates everyone, but not you,” Daimon said in passing. “Are you hungry? ‘Cause I'm famished. Pizza okay?” he asked, taking off his tie.

“Sure,” I said quietly as I knelt down and began scratching Drako’s belly.

He ordered the pizza, went upstairs to shower and change. I leisurely walked through his home, afraid I might break something expensive. His home was cold and dry. Black furniture with black accents, nothing with any warmth expect for little Drako. The tiny chocolate lab was cute and lively. He wagged his tail every time I looked at him. Daimon came down his stairs with a small towel draped over his head, drying off his hair.

“Why are you not sitting?” he asked as he took of the towel. His hair was no longer gelled back or perfectly coiffed, but tousled around wet and free. I watched as it fell loosely around his face. It was long on top and got shorter around the nape of his neck.

“I—was—looking around,” I stammered moving my eyes away from him.

“Like anything?” he asked, smiling.

“Your place… it’s nice,” I said.

“I’m glad you like it.” He walked over to his massive fridge and opened it. “Water?” he offered.

“Yeah, sure.” I walked over to him as he reached out and gave me the bottle. I started drinking the water, waiting for the other shoe to drop. Daimon wasn’t usually this nice. “You seem rested. Did you sleep when you got home?” Daimon asked, watching me drink my water.

“Yeah, I slept,” I murmured.

“Good,” Daimon smiled.

“So what is it? Why the sudden change to a nice guy? Is there a full moon out and I didn’t know?” I asked, putting the cap back onto my water bottle.

“Does there have to be a reason for me to be nice?” Oh there it is; the underling hostility I knew which made Daimon who he was.

“Yeah actually, there always is a reason,” I said. He nearly slammed the bottle down onto the expensive marble counter.

“Think what you like,” he hissed. The gently features of his face changed almost immediately.

“I will, since in your eyes I'm all about the money,” I half-laughed.

“For a girl who loves money, you have no clue how to make it. Sell that stupid diner, get yourself out there and get a real job,” he said callously.

“It sounds easy when you put things into words like that, but in reality it’s a lot harder than you think,” I fired back. For some reason fighting with Daimon always made sense to me, like it was something familiar.

“What does your mother think?” he asked, gearing up for a fight. At the mention of my mother I froze.

“It was a bad idea coming here and an even worse idea to actually contact you,” I grumbled.

“What the fuck, Addie? What just happened here?” he seethed.

“Nothing. Absolutely nothing happened here,” I bit out. Drako started to rub his head against my leg. “I—need to—leave,” I stammered. I suddenly had a hard time breathing.