The Husband Beside Me(18)

“Where the hell were you?” he asked. He pulled at my arms and felt the cold on me. I pulled back. The mere sight of him made me want to vomit.

“Don’t touch me,” I said, my tone serious as I walked passed him.

“Addie. Yell at me, scream at me, but just don’t fucking walk away from me,” he pleaded.

I continued on my way up the stairs, not bothering to answer.

I heard him sigh heavily. I found the spare room and made myself comfortable, and lay on the bed. The room was cold and dark, but I was tired and emotionally spent. After what seemed like an hour, Daimon came barging in waking me up.

“What the hell are you doing here?” he asked, annoyed.

“Sleeping. It’s an innate human behavior,” I said as I turned to face the wall.

“You are supposed to be in our bed,” he barked.

“Fuck off, Daimon,” I said quietly, as I tried to get back to sleep. Daimon wouldn’t have it. He headed into the room and bundled me up in the duvet and threw me over his shoulder.

“Let go of me!” I shouted and kicked, flailing my body around.

“Not on your life,” he said, as he threw me onto his bed.

I managed to unwrap myself from the covers and found Daimon standing at the door, blocking me from leaving.

“I told you that if you get to break the rules, so do I! I’m not sleeping in your bed,” I yelled.

“You are mine now! You WILL sleep next to me and you WILL like it,” he ordered spitefully.

“Ha! You think by bullying me into submission that I will do what you like? That I’ll just forgive you and forget the sight of you getting a FUCKING BLOW JOB! The mere sight of you disgusts me. The very notion of even being friends is now so far gone, Daimon, that I can’t even think straight or even see you right now,” I shouted. “Now, get the hell out of my way,” I bit out as I stood up.

“Sure, Addie, go.” Daimon moved out of my way. I went for the door, but it wouldn’t open.

“You locked it? How old are you?” I cried out.

“Addie, just hear me out,” Daimon started.

“Son of a…fine! What can you possibly say, Daimon? What?” I snapped, flinging my hands up in the air.

“It didn’t happen the way you think—” he started.

“Oh, it didn’t? I’m sorry. I got confused. She was on her knees servicing your dick, right? I can see where the confusion lies,” I said sarcastically.

“Fuck. We had a deal. Why does it matter who I do what with?” Daimon barked.

“First off, it was the first day we were married! Secondly, we said not in our home!” I shouted.

“I fucking couldn’t do it!” he roared out of frustration. “I tried. Goddammit, did I try, but all I kept feeling was guilt. It was your fault for starting it this morning with your fucking corset,” he berated me.

“How the hell do you get off turning this on me?” I was dumbfounded.

“I saw how fucking sexy you were and I wanted you right then. I wanted to fuck you on the floor. You on your knees and me fucking you into oblivion,” he said fiercely.

“Well, that’s never going to happen,” I spat out, fighting the instant heat that emitted from my pussy.

“You’re a woman, Addie. You’re going to want to have sex, so why can’t you have sex with me?” he argued.

“You can have sex with whomever you want. Just like I will, which reminds me, since Darren made it clear he has feelings for me, maybe I should call him up tomorrow and get over this itch I have.” I went for the low blow. I knew he would lose it.

“What did you say?” he said through his teeth as he stepped closer and towered over me.

“I said, since you can’t seem to keep your dick in your pants, I will ask Darren to help me out.” I smiled as I narrowed my eyes at him.

“If you even dare go near Darren, I will take back all I gave you and put you in the hole,” he threatened as he pointed at me.

“You think I’m afraid of you? You think I care right now?” I asked, tears now brimming.

“You will, because I know you,” he said low and in control.

“You’re right. You do know me, a little too much. But this…” I pointed to him and me. “This was all a mistake, a giant miscalculation on my part. I thought you were a decent but misunderstood person, someone who I could open up to, despite your asshole ways. But this was entirely my fault, for blurring the fucking lines. I forgot you couldn’t keep it in your pants,” I bit out as I quickly wiped away the tears.

“Did you honestly think I would be celibate for three years? Are you crazy?” He glared at me.