The Devil Behind Me(50)

“Daimon?” Clara sang.

“Oh hark, do I hear the future wifey calling you?” I mocked, as her steps were growing louder.

Daimon looked fiercely at me as he reached for the back of my neck and dragged me in. Our lips met and our teeth hit, as he forced a stiff kiss on me. I tried to fight him off, but he fought harder. I had to stop it. I could hear her coming closer. His lips were firm as they moved fervently against my mouth. He held my face with both hands, feverishly kissing me. I needed to play my part, I kept saying to myself, as my body eased into it and gave in, kissing him back as hard as he was kissing me. I grabbed at his shirt and pulled him in, seeking his taste. He growled at my possessiveness. I was lost in his intoxicating flavor, a mix of whiskey and man.

“What the fuck!” Clara shouted. I pulled back, Daimon’s hands still held onto my face, but I pushed him off. What the fuck just happened? I thought as I tried to catch my breath.

“Do you mind Clara?” he snapped.

“Obviously, you don’t,” she hissed. Daimon looked down at me, but I looked away. I couldn’t face him right now.

“Clara, do you mind telling me what your fucking problem is? Was it necessary for you to tell them about Addie? How old are you, really?” he said annoyed.

“What? The little bitch told you I hit her, is that it?” she challenged.

“It was her?” Daimon thumbed toward her as he asked me.

“I told you it wasn’t anyone of importance,” I said still not looking at him.

“You listen here.” Daimon nearly leaped toward her, but I instinctively pulled him back. “You stay the hell away from my Addie,” he threatened as he pointed at her.

“Please, your Addie. What is it with you two, you own her, and she owns you. Don’t you care that I want you?” she glared at me.

“No, not really. You seriously disgust me,” he snarled. So Daimon was a prick to everyone and here I thought I was special.

“What? Why?” she asked in shock.

“You really want to know?” he asked as he inched closer to her. “Because only you would stoop low enough to use Addie’s mother’s death as an advantage. It’s sickening, and you’re sickening,” he said maliciously.

“Come on, Addie. I owe you a nice dinner.” He grabbed my wrist and stalked out of the house. He kept pulling at my arm for at least two blocks. I finally yanked my hand away, pissed that he kept doing that.

“What?” he hissed.

“Can’t you at least ask me to leave with you? Why do you have to grab my fucking wrist every single time? Seriously, do you think I'm Drako? Even your dog gets more freedom than me,” I seethed, massaging my wrist.

“Why didn’t you tell me about your mother?” he asked again, his voice hard and cold.

“I told you, I don’t talk about it, not to you and not to anyone,” I snapped.

“Does Darren know?” he asked. His question threw me.

“What?”

“Does Darren know?” he took a step closer and repeated

“Yes, he came to the funeral,” I said as I looked at him stunned.

“Son of a bitch,” Daimon brooded.

“What’s your problem?” I snapped.

“My problem is you, Addie,” he shouted. “You! You’re my fucking problem. I paid you to be my girlfriend; I spent money on you. I took the fucking time to think of you and yet here you are tight lipped about everything,” he yelled. “I had to find out about your dad and your mom from other people. Thankfully, I somehow wrangled Frank out of you. What is it about you that you can’t trust anyone? I told you my problem, you can do what you want with it, yet you tell me nothing about you. Fuck!” he roared at the top of his lungs.

“Why should I trust you? You and I made a deal, Daimon, nothing else,” I tried reminding him.

“You’re right, Addie. I forgot, if money isn’t involved Addie doesn’t play,” he bitterly.

“Daimon, I don’t get you. You said no one is to know. Yet you’re out here yelling it out for the world to hear,” I shouted.

Daimon’s piercing blue eyes watched me; he was transfixed as he stood in the middle of the street, thinking. I had no clue. Daimon slowly put his hands on his hips and began shaking his head as the very lips, which kissed me; those soft, perfect lips began to disappear into a thin line. He gave me one last look then left me there. The fucker stranded me in middle of downtown New York, with no money and no way home. God, why was this man so fucking frustrating? Fine! I didn’t tell him about my mother, so what? I didn’t want him to know, but he kept diving in deeper into my life and unraveled nearly every thread.