I played the part of a blissful bride, happy to be married to the man she loved. Daimon seemed pleased with my efforts as I smiled and beamed whenever someone was near, especially his business associates. Darren left, but what happened between us weighed on my mind.
We sat down to eat our meal. It was succulent and exquisite. Leave it to Daimon to pay for the best. Apparently, Jessica told me, he was the one who chose the meal and that I didn’t have to worry about it.
“So from all the things you could have helped me with, you chose the meal?” I said, cutting into my perfectly cooked filet mignon.
“I like good food and I was worried since you bankrupted your diner that you hardly knew about food,” he said tactlessly without looking at me. His small barb just hit too low.
Everything I had pushed aside to do this fake wedding, all I was feeling, blew up in my face. That one little statement Daimon said underneath his breath broke me. I put my utensils down, not making an effort to hide my dismay. Daimon turned his head and looked at me, his eyes watching me carefully. I stood up to leave, but he grabbed onto my arm and held me in place.
“Sit!” he quietly commanded, but I ignored him. I pushed his hand off my arm and left.
I passed everyone, who was either eating or mingling and headed to the bathroom.
“What’s up, baby doll?” I heard Elissa coming up from behind me.
“It’s nothing,” I said quietly as I stared at the mirror feigning I was fixing my makeup.
“Look, it’s no secret that your relationship with Daimon is slightly toxic,” she stated. I looked away from the mirror and gave her a ‘duh’ face. “Okay, a little more than toxic, but you both seem happy, and that sizzle you have is all over the place. I mean, I can feel it from where I’m sitting. Looking at you two is like watching the beginning of a good porno,” she winked.
“Elissa, not helping,” I said dryly, looking away from her.
“Well, what do we have here? Oh, it’s Addie and her trashy friend, how nice.” It appeared Clara couldn’t give up the chance to come here.
“I see Daimon invited you,” I said spitefully.
“Daimon may have only had eyes for you, but as you can see, he clearly wanted me around,” she grinned.
“Oh, please.” Elissa rolled her eyes. “Can you be any more delusional?”
“You listen here, waitress or whatever the hell you are—”
Elissa turned to her and pointed her finger right to her face. “I’m a guest here, not a waitress or whatever the fuck you were going to call me. Here I can do what I please. So either stay the hell away from Addie tonight or deal with me. Your choice,” Elissa warned. When Clara swallowed hard, Elissa took my hand and led me out. “You seriously don’t need that tonight. What you need is your…” Daimon appeared before us, his head to one side, gauging what was going on. “Husband,” Elissa said, smiling as she handed me off to him. “Your bitch friend, Clara, is around. Didn’t think you would have the nerve to invite the one person who can make Addie feel like shit and yet you do the man-thing and invite her.” Elissa shook her head. “Well played, dumbass.” She winked at me and left.
“What did Clara do?” he asked angrily as he looked me over.
“Nothing, unlike someone else I married, who loves to take little jabs at me. She was actually quite pleasant in comparison.” I fake smiled as someone passed us. I wanted to reach over and just push Daimon out of my way and walk out of here. I wanted to go home, lie on my bed and forget this whole fucking day.
“For God’s sake, Addie, learn to take a joke once in a while,” he hissed underneath his breath.
“I’m sorry, but can you tell me the fucking punch line to your joke?” I bit out.
“Is our happily married couple having problems?” Clara smirked as she emerged from the bathroom.
I moved closer to Daimon taking his hand into mine. My body felt revulsion the moment I touched him, but I swallowed my bitter pill. “You’re too much. You know this, right? I mean, Daimon and I have been in love since high school, but here you are at his feet and mine as well, acting like a pathetic castaway. He doesn’t want you. He’s never wanted you. How could he when I fulfill all his needs and desires,” I spat my venom out. It really wasn’t about Clara, but the anger and resentment inside me just sprang out and she was the one who stood in front when it happened.
“You stupid bitch!” she snapped, but before she could do anything, Jessica came around with two security guards.
“Please escort our guest outside,” she said to the boys who stood behind her. I looked around and there was a lot of security everywhere. What did Daimon think was going to happen tonight?