“Fine, but you have to spend one day and night with me. No distractions, no family. Just you and me and whatever I want us to do.” Fucking Daimon and his control issues.
“No sex,” I reiterated.
“What?” he smiled.
“Your devious little mind will always find a way to manipulate me,” I hissed.
“Addie, as much as I love sex, I'm not all about that. I can be a gentleman…sometimes,” he grinned.
“Well when that happens, let me know so I can mark it on a calendar and celebrate it with you.” I shook my head, Daimon a gentleman? That would be the day.
“Fine, but we get to spend one day out of the week with my family,” I retorted, knowing how much he’d hate that.
“Once a month,” he fired back.
“Daimon, he’s all alone now,” I argued.
“And? You can see him when I'm at work.”
“I can’t.”
“Why?”
“Because I plan to find a job, Daimon.”
“NO! You are not,” he gritted out.
“Yes, I am. For God’s sake you can’t control every aspect of my life and our relationship.”
“I will not have my wife work when I make millions,” he declared.
“I can’t believe you,” I cried out. “You can’t think I’ll just sit here and do nothing?”
“You have worked every fucking day of your life so why don’t you stay the fuck home and rest for once?” he hissed.
“Daimon, I need to work. I'm not made to be a trophy wife.”
“Oh believe me Addie, I know you’re not a trophy wife. But I will not have you working.”
“Thanks for calling me ugly and undesirable,” I fired back.
“I didn’t say that, my touchy beloved. A trophy wife must make her husband happy and I already know that you won’t. You are not one to attend to my needs, inside the bedroom or outside, whereby not making you a trophy wife. Unless you want to be?” he smirked and wiggled his eyebrows.
“Are we done?” I asked, not bothering to answer the ridiculous taunts.
“I guess we’re done, for now,” he smiled.
“No. We are done. We’ve covered all that needs to be covered unless you want to add something?” I asked. I was fed up of being here with him. Guilt began to creep in and I felt badly about how I left things with my father. I knew he wanted answers about the diner and how I managed to do everything.
“Where the hell did you just go?” he asked, pointing at my head.
“I need to see my father. I sort of left things up in the air. Plus, you came in and asked for me. I want to see him and see how he’s taking everything.” I continued to pet Drako lazily, trying to come up with my argument when I did see my father. How was I going to explain the mortgage? He’d lose it if he thought Daimon had paid for it. I’d have to convince him that I took the money and paid the rest of the house off, but would he believe me?
“Just let me talk to your father,” Daimon interrupted my thoughts.
“No, my father hates feeling indebted and would hate it more if he thought you paid for anything.”
“Addie, I have money. He can’t think I wouldn’t help you. It’s not possible. Your father knows that.”
“I’ll figure something out,” I said quietly.
“By the end of next month, you will be my wife and the money I make will be at your disposal,” he smiled. “Your father will be fine. I already promised you that.”
ARTICLE 2 SECTION 12
Dealing with Daimon was like dealing with the devil himself, just when I thought everything was done, he threw me a curve ball and laughed at my expense.
“I can’t believe you had me come down here for this.” I looked at Daimon with daggers flying out of my eyes as I watched him and his snide smirk, which was beautifully placed on his well-chiseled face. Oh how I wished I could slap it off. He demanded that I come down to his office and iron out more of ‘our contract.’ I thought we completed that the other night, but Daimon being Lucifer decided otherwise.
“Addie, you can’t think I’ll agree to all your demands without countering them with my own?” he then threw a manila envelope in front of me. “How were my demands so out of the ordinary that you had to counter them? I seem to recall you were the one with more demands than me.” Daimon said nothing as I reached for the envelope and walked over to his leather couches. I sat down and began to mentally prepare myself for whatever he was about to inflict on me.
I read through the contract and it was exactly what we had discussed. He even relented a bit with my family and said yes to at least twice a month. I guess to Daimon this was a game. At least I was happy that he didn’t add anything too extreme. There were a few added points, one being no man or woman was allowed in our home.