“Out. Why?” I asked.
“I’ve called you and texted. I thought something happened to you.”
“Did I call or text you once when you decided to leave?” I asked, knowing he knew the answer. “So don’t fucking bother me when I’m not home.” I hung up on him and shut off my phone.
“I see Mr. Daimon woke you up?” Elissa said groggily.
“Yeah, sorry if I woke you.”
“I told you this is free TV for me. I’m fine with it.” She stretched and stood up; her hair messy while her clothes clung to her.
“Are you going to go back now?” she asked as she opened a bottle of water.
“Not sure yet,” I muttered.
“Just stop and go back. You have him right where you want him. On his knees,” she smirked.
After I washed up, I headed out and decided to walk back to the penthouse. It was far but I needed to clear my head with all the muddy ideas whirling around.
“Mrs. Evans,” Phil said, holding the door open for me. “You’re out and about early this morning,” he smiled.
“I like mornings,” I smiled back. I walked inside and tried my best to avoid Lenny, only because he was there when Darren came. He witnessed the whole thing between the three of us.
“Mrs. Evans,” Lenny said as I passed him.
“Hello,” I nodded as I walked straight to the elevator.
“Hey, boy, sorry I didn’t walk you this morning,” I said to Drako as I petted him.
“It’s fine. I walked him,” Daimon said as he stood in the foyer. I barely acknowledged him as I kicked off my shoes and tried to head inside, but Daimon being Daimon wasn’t having any of that.
“Where were you last night?” he asked blocking my path.
“Out,” I bit out.
“I went out and I couldn’t find you,” he hissed.
“What?”
“Just tell me,” he insisted.
“No,” I said defiantly.
“Addie…”
“You don’t get to tell me a single thing. I was out doing what I wanted. So do me the favor and step aside. I need a shower. I feel dirty from last night.” I smirked, knowing it would get under his skin. He lowered his head and glared at me.
“Fine go,” he gritted though his teeth.
I moved past him only to be grabbed by my arms and pulled back. He pushed me up against the wall and pressed his body against mine, pinning me against him.
“Just tell me you weren’t with another man,” he breathed, his low voice beckoning for an answer. “Tell me.”
I closed my eyes, willing myself not to give in to his very presence.
“No,” I murmured.
“No, you’re not telling me or no, you weren’t?”
I opened my eyes and looked into his. Their usual determination was replaced by doubt and worry.
“Just get off me,” I said quietly. I couldn’t be around Daimon; he was intoxicating.
“Addie, I’m sorr—”
“I know you’re sorry. You’re always sorry now. Why don’t you just do me the favor and stop saying you’re sorry! It’s seriously losing all its meaning when it comes out of your mouth. Why don’t you just go back to the old Daimon who didn’t give a shit and never said sorry to anyone?” I looked at him, wondering what exactly he wanted from me.
That night we were together, he begged me not to leave him; he was deep inside me, begging me to stay with him and yet he was always fucking it up.
“Daimon, what we do in our personal lives has nothing to do with each other, remember, or have you forgotten the contract? But then again, you make up the rules as you go along. We agreed we stay home every night, but you get to do what you want, well so do I.”
I pushed Daimon off my body. His heat scorching my cold skin. I needed him off me. Damn him and how seductive he could be. His body always seemed to welcome me in, enticing me to be near him.
“I don’t want you to ever touch me again. Stay the hell away from me,” I hissed, glaring at him. I looked at Daimon; his clothes were disheveled, his long hair a mess.
“I understand,” he said gruffly.
“Good.”
I left him downstairs, unable to look at him anymore.
Sky-Blue Eyes
The usual banter Daimon and I had between us had disappeared, replaced by a nothingness. Both of us went about our business like the other didn’t exist. Ana never said anything as she watched us closely. I knew she was aware something was amiss, but she never let on. She went about cooking for both of us as usual, while I busied myself with trying to figure out what do with the next stage of my life.
A month had gone by and not one word was uttered between us. I was miserable. I thought this was what I wanted; Daimon no longer interfered in my life and I was supposed to be happy, but I wasn’t. Not only did I miss what was going on between us, I was still upset about that night he had spent with God only knows who. The only thing that was constant was that Daimon, without fail, came home every night. I stayed up late at night listening to him play his violin. The sad music filled our home as he poured out whatever was inside him.