“You’re right. I’m sorry. I forgot how much of a whore magnet you are.” Tears just kept falling, my vision blurry and I needed to get away from him.
“Tell me, Addie! What is it? Why the fuck are you crying so much? Why is this bothering you?” he asked as he followed me to the couch on the other side of the room.
“Why don’t you just go fuck your whores, and while you’re at it, go fuck yourself too!” I barked at him, trying desperately to gain some space.
“Don’t. Fucking. Push. Me. Addie,” he snapped.
“Screw you, Daimon!” I snarled.
“Why? Why do you care so much? Why does it bother you what I do? For fuck’s sake, Addie, we discussed this!” he shouted.
“I don’t care. Honestly, I don’t,” I muttered, exhaustion creeping in.
“You’re a fucking liar.” He kept pushing.
“Why do you care if I care? You’ll do what you want anyway. You’re Daimon, the asshole,” I snapped and headed to the closet.
Daimon was right behind me, but I was able to close the door and finally gain some space. He began banging on the closet door, trying to get in.
“Just leave me alone!” I shouted through the door. I leaned up against it and slid down onto the ground.
“It didn’t happen, Addie. I came here to get some files for a meeting and Kimberly was here to walk the dog. I remembered how utterly sexy you looked at the hotel and how you teased me. I wanted to prove to myself that I didn’t need you. But the moment she went down on her knees, I couldn’t do it. All I kept seeing was your face and your lips. I wanted your fucking lips on my dick, not hers! I told her to stop and that’s when you saw what you saw,” Daimon said ruefully. I heard a thud on the door.
“Addie, I won’t sleep with anyone else, not until this marriage is over,” he said in a serious tone. I wanted to believe him, but I was too hurt to by his actions to care. I wanted to be alone. I wanted him to leave me the fuck alone.
Sorry
I awoke on the floor of the closet. My body was weak and I was tired, despite the fact I had just woken up. I stood up and headed out. I needed water and a good shower. I opened the door and there next to it was Daimon. He was sleeping on the ground with his back to the wall. I ignored him and headed to the bathroom.
“Addie?” I heard Daimon say faintly. “I’m sorry about yesterday. I really am. I shouldn’t have done that, especially here,” he said, sounding defeated.
“Yeah, well,” I said bitterly as I shrugged, I just didn’t want to talk to him right then.
“Addie?” he muttered.
“What?” I said exasperated.
“Are you okay?” he asked quietly.
“I’m fine actually and I should be thanking you to be honest,” I smiled, my insides burning with anger.
“Why?” he breathed as he narrowed his eyes.
“Because I finally understand where I stand in all this. The lines are no longer blurred. So thank you, Daimon, thank you for being you,” I smiled widely, but inwardly, I was miserable. It was torturous just to think about how stupid I was: wanting something that wasn’t ever mine. Did I like Daimon more than I thought?
“Addie, don’t fucking say such stupid shit,” he bit out.
“Well, let’s see, it’s day three of our blissful marriage; the first day you walked out on me and the second day you got a non-blow job. I’m thinking we are hitting world records here.” I acted coy, trying to get to the bathroom, but Daimon was hovering over me, preventing me from leaving the room.
“Look, I have to go to work, but I’ll be home just like we discussed,” Daimon said.
“Whatever,” I said over my shoulder as I finally made it to the bathroom.
“Addie, I’ll make it up to you,” he said softly in his low voice, making my heartstrings wince.
“Don’t bother,” I said grimly and slammed the bathroom door.
I spent the day looking over my clothes that were now in Daimon’s closet. He had his personal assistant buy me every piece of article of clothing I would ever need. Fucking ridiculous, but then again, so was this stupid farce of a marriage. Once I found some yoga pants and a t-shirt, I dressed and lounged around. I still hadn’t really eaten, unless you call having half a banana food. My stomach was too upset for me to bother with anything. I called my father to see how he was doing. He told me Sofia had already headed back to school.
“Why aren’t you on your honeymoon?” my father asked.
“Well, Daimon is working on an important deal right now, but once it’s done, we’ll be flying down to wherever he takes me.” I realized I was becoming good at lying to my father.