“When is the last time you ate?” he asked as he looked down into my eyes.
“Daimon, I just told to stop touching me. So where do you get off asking me about my eating habits? Look, I ate, okay!” I yanked back my arm and left.
“This is getting old, Addie, real old,” he shouted from downstairs.
“If you wanted entertainment, Daimon, you should have paid extra. Remember, if you want, we can revise the contract!” I shouted back. Prick.
“I want to go see my dad today,” I said once Daimon reemerged from the bathroom all dressed up, ready to make money.
“Can’t.”
“What? Why?”
“Because it’s Tuesday. It’s Addie’s day. Remember our contract? It stipulates you have to spend one day a week with me. You chose Tuesday,” he grinned.
“Yes, but that was before when I thought you were a man of your word. I don’t need to keep up your ridiculous stipulations,” I said as I walked to the closet.
“We agreed.” He grew angry, his words laced with bitterness. Daimon stood with his arms crossed as he leaned against the wall in front of the closet door.
“Article 2, section 12,” I said, waiting for his response.
“She was here for work and I already fired her. You will get to walk Drako all you want. I already told you I was fucking sorry,” he bit out. I walked out dressed and ready to see my father. Daimon moved off the wall and placed his hand across, blocking my path.
“I asked for one day, Addie, one fucking day,” he gritted out as he glared at me with his icy-blue eyes.
“Why do you always get what you want and I get nothing?” I asked annoyed at him.
“You could if you gave in. Stop fighting it and just give in to me already,” Daimon said deviously, grinning.
“In your dreams,” I snarled.
“I’m going to work, but it’s only a half day, since it’s my first Addie day. When I’m done, be ready. What you’re wearing now is fine.” He looked up and down at my pair of skinny jeans and an oversized knit sweater.
Phil opened the door for me, letting me out to meet Lucifer. He was in a black town car waiting for me. The driver was outside, and the moment he saw me, he opened the door to the car.
“Thank you,” I smiled.
“You know you don't have to thank everyone who helps you. I do pay them for this,” Daimon said the moment I entered the car.
“Whatever, Daimon. Can we just get this day over with?” I sighed.
“Sure,” he laughed. “I see you’re wearing the new jacket I bought you.” Daimon had bought me a Canada Goose jacket. He had it delivered and Lenny brought it up for me.
“Yeah, it’s nice,” I said as I looked down at it.
“You came back completely frozen last time. I want to make sure you’re warm,” Daimon noted.
“If you’re expecting a thank you, don’t,” I muttered.
“You? Say thank you to me. I never in a million years expect that,” he said bluntly.
“Where are we going?” I asked, looking out the window, then back at him.
“You’ll see,” he said, smiling at me.
The mere look of his smile, the way the color of his eyes shined, brought out a discomforting pang in my chest. How could he so easily forget what he had done? But then again, Daimon was mine only on paper. This wasn’t real. He wasn’t real. I looked away, staring out the window onto the busy streets of Manhattan.
The car finally stopped and Daimon stepped out. We were at Central Park. A heavy snowfall had fallen in the morning, blanketing the trees and the park benches.
“Come on, Addie.” Daimon held out his hand for me to take. I looked at his extended hand and then at him. A gentle dusting of snow was falling as people were passing us entering the park.
“Really? You think that I’m going to walk with you, hand in hand, in Central Park? What did you do? Look this up on the Internet and it told you to take your jilted wife here to make her feel better? Please, Daimon,” I dismissed him, placing my hands into my jacket and began walking on the path leading into the park.
“Wait!” Daimon called after me a few moments later. Daimon caught up to me holding two large designer paper cups.
“What the hell is this?” I asked as he handed it to me.
“Hot chocolate. The best in the city,” he winked. I drank it slowly, enjoying the divine taste of the velvety rich chocolate. “I’m glad you like it,” Daimon said as he took a sip from his. “To be honest, you look like you haven’t eaten in days. I was trying to figure out a way to stuff food down your throat,” he stated.
“I am eating,” I refuted.