“Hey, guys, do you mind if I get one more dance with my girl?” he asked, not bothering to look at them, his eyes only saw me.
“Daimon, I’m not in the mood,” I breathed.
“Yes, you are.” He took my hand and intertwined our fingers as he pulled me onto the dance floor.
“Daimon,” I implored. He put his strong arm around my waist and took my hand into his and pulled me in close.
“Addie, just stop thinking,” he said in his usual low voice.
The music played. It was “Unchained Melody” from the Righteous Brothers. I looked up and saw Daimon was smiling at me as we danced.
“I think things went pretty well,” he grinned.
“I’m just glad it’s over,” I murmured.
“You just couldn’t wait to be married to me, is that it?” he teased.
“You and Clara are the most delusional people I have ever met.” I tried to leave, but he only held on tighter.
“I don’t think so. I think you’re the one who’s delusional. Remember, Addie, you’re mine now.”
“For three years, Daimon. I’m yours for three years starting today,” I said dryly.
“Didn’t I say we won’t be talking about our little arrangement?” he bit out, his face changing.
“You said that for yesterday. If I see the time right now, it’s the next day,” I fired back.
“Always thinking. When will you turn your brain off?” he asked annoyed.
“Never,” I mocked. Our conversation was interrupted by some scuffling and a few loud words I could barely make out. Daimon stopped and we both looked toward the door.
“LET GO OF ME!” An older woman with expensive clothing slurred as she tried to get around the security guards.
“Fuck,” Daimon muttered under his breath.
I looked to see the woman was smiling at us.
“Go on now. Keeps dancing,” she slurred. “I wants to see you dance.”
The head of Daimon’s security came up to us, with his head low. “We’re sorry, Mr. Evans, she was here watching you, but when she tried to approach you, we had to subdue her.”
“Why did you let her in?” Daimon seethed.
“She asked to simply see you two, nothing more. I'm sorry. I was wrong.” He lowered his head, waiting for Daimon’s usual anger.
“Take Addie to the car and don't you dare let her anywhere near Addie,” he growled. Without even speaking to me, Daimon’s security ushered me to the car. I passed the woman and made sure I took a closer look. She smiled at me and waved.
“I'm sorry,” she slurred sadly, but it wasn’t her words that stopped me; it was her eyes, her sky-blue eyes.
St. Regis
I watched through the town car as Daimon argued with the woman who clung to him crying. He pushed her aside saying something to his security guards. They held her back as he came down to the car.
“Daimon—” I started.
“Not. One. Fucking. Word. I don't want to hear one fucking word,” he growled as he looked ahead, not bothering with me.
“But, Daimon—”
“I SAID NOT ONE WORD!” He turned to faced me; his beautiful sky-blue eyes peering down at me like ice, his jaw closed tightly as he leaned forward, making me feel threatened. I leaned back into my seat and stared out the window.
I didn’t know what had just happened, but seeing Daimon like that terrified me. I knew deep down he would never hurt me, not physically; he wasn’t the type. But whatever he was feeling had pushed him over the edge, bringing out in him an anguish I had never seen before. Daimon was hurting.
I was assuming we were driving back home since Daimon had made it clear in the beginning that it wasn’t a good time for a honeymoon, and besides, it wasn’t likely we’d enjoy it since sex was off the table. I had sworn to myself I would never ever be weak like that night. Never would I ever go out seeking Daimon for comfort ever again, but when we stopped in front of St. Regis, my heart dropped.
“What are we doing here?” I asked, but Daimon still in a foul mood, ignored me.
He then stepped out of the town car and waited on the sidewalk. I could see photographers taking pictures and waiting behind security. God, please tell me they are not waiting for me? The moment I stepped out of the car, they went crazy. Lights kept flashing as Daimon wrapped his arm around my waist and led me inside.
“Mr. Evans, on behalf of the St. Regis, we congratulate you. Mrs. Evans is quite beautiful; you are a very lucky man.” The manager of the hotel smiled at me. I nodded and smiled back, sinking behind Daimon.
“So I have been told,” Daimon said severely. Ouch!
The manager darted his eyes at me. I let out a sigh and smiled. I guess I’ll be spending most of my time apologizing for Daimon’s behavior.