The Devil Behind Me(48)

“So as you can see I let you slide for today,” he said, shaking his head and giving up on trying to see if my face was all healed up.

“Yeah thanks,” I muttered under my breath.

“Don’t thank me so soon, Addie,” he smirked. “I want you to meet my family,” he said with a smile.

“That wasn’t part of the deal,” I hissed.

“Yeah, well, shit happens,” he shrugged.

“Daimon, I’m not meeting your parents,” I challenged.

“I let you go early from last week’s gala. I let you off the hook for today. Tomorrow you will come over and meet my fucking family and you will act loving and adoring,” he said grimly. “So much so it will be sickening.”

“You fucking asshole! You did that on purpose so that you could have one up on me,” I said coldly.

“Think what you want,” he said bluntly.

“You’re an asshole,” I said bitterly.

“Addie, don’t fucking push me.” He took one menacing step closer to me. “I will be back tomorrow to pick you up. Where are you going to be? At work or at home?” he asked waiting.

“Where do you think?” I shouted.

“I’ll pick you up at four then.” He took out his key, beeped his car alarm and slid inside. He drove off, leaving me there. Great! There goes my run. I headed inside and walked up to my father’s room.

“Daddy?” I called out softly.

“Yes?”

“Daimon wants me to meet his family tomorrow. I’ll open the diner and you and Sofia can close it.”

“Okay, Addie. Goodnight.”

I stalked off to my room and threw myself onto the bed. Damn it all to hell.





THE MANSION


Daimon had sent me a pencil skirt all in black with a white sleeveless lace shirt and a jacket to match. Nothing to expose my back, I guess the debacle at the gala had taught him that much.

“He has good taste,” Silvia said as she looked over my suit.

“I guess,” I murmured as I saw the shoes, which were a simple black pump, even though I knew the price on them wasn’t simple at all. I looked at the time and it was nearly three thirty. Once my dad walked in, I headed to the bathroom and started to get dressed.

“Well you look beautiful.” My father smiled as he stood up from his seat and watched me come out of the bathroom.

“You think?” I smiled gently at him.

“Daimon treats you well. I'm glad,” my father said softly. If he only knew.

“Daimon is good to me, Daddy.” I smiled reassuring him.

“I am,” his cocky voice snapped me right back to reality. “Hello, Mr. Sakis,” Daimon said to my father as he reached out his hand and shook it.

“Hello, Daimon. I see you’re taking my Addie with you tonight.”

“I promise to have her home safely. I just wanted my family to meet her,” he smiled at my dad. “Well?” Daimon reached out his hand and waited for me to take it. I begrudgingly took his hand and he led me out to his car, which was parked right out front.

“Get in, Addie,” Daimon said as he unlocked the car doors. “So I treat you well do I?” he smirked as he walked around the front car.

“Don’t push it, asshole. I'm still pissed,” I hissed as I got in.

“Wow, Addie, here’s hoping that mouth of yours stays bitter and angry all night. Maybe I’ll have some entertainment.” He put his car into gear and drove off.

“Screw you,” I bit out as I sat back into my seat and stared out the window. Daimon merely laughed.

He drove us to a gorgeous home with a stone façade and plenty of windows. He parked the car and waited for me to get out.

I nervously stood there. An intricate iron railing lined the stone steps that lead to two large dark wooden doors. There I stood in front of a four-story home in the middle of Manhattan. It must have been over a hundred-years-old, with its various high pointed rooftops and arched windows. Daimon took my hand and up we went to what I was certain would be one of the most uncomfortable nights of my life. He rang the bell and a few moments later a butler opened the door.

“Mr. Evans,” the butler said in a monotone voice.

“Henry,” Daimon said as we passed him. I pulled on his hand making Daimon stop.

“It’s going to be all right, Addie. No one is going to hurt you here. No one would dare to. You’re mine. Remember that,” he said as he watched me closely.

I didn’t feel like his, I felt nervous and lost. This was way out of my comfort zone. The foyer itself was bigger than my home and diner put together. Large paintings and expensive looking vases were placed everywhere. I was too afraid to even walk on the beautiful line carpet that headed inside. “Come on,” Daimon said under his breath.