“What are you staring at?” he asked.
“Nothing,” I murmured.
“Liar, you want me. Now, I know,” he teased.
“I knew it,” I said coldly as I walked away from him.
“Addie,” he called out my name and I stopped.
Daimon walked to where I was and towered over me. He brought up his hand to my chin and tilted my head up.
“You’re not the only one. I’ve always and will always want you,” he breathed. I took in his words, lost in his eyes. I wanted to believe him, but with all that was between us, how could I?
“Yeah me and all the other girls you fucked,” I spat out, ruining the moment. I watched as Daimon’s face contorted, angry I dismissed his words.
“What other girls?” he grimaced.
“Well, I don’t know, maybe the one from New Year’s Eve?” Tears threatened to fall, but I held it in, not wanting to give him anymore satisfaction.
“That’s why you were angry and left? You thought I was with someone else?” he questioned.
“Really? The strong perfume, the pink lip gloss on your shirt? Come on, Daimon. I mean, we did agree to have other partners even though we got married.”
“I gave you my word I wouldn’t sleep with anyone.” He acted affronted.
“Sure, Daimon. You’re rich, sexy and basically run New York with your companies. I highly doubt women haven’t thrown themselves at you,” I challenged.
“That night I found Rafe and spent New Year’s with him and his friends. Yes, there were women there, but nothing happened, other than a good night kiss to ring in the New Year,” he stated.
“Sure.” I barely believed him. He grew angrier as he glared at me.
“Addie, I can’t do a fucking thing with another girl.” He took out his penis and grabbed my hand and placed it on it. It was hard and pulsated in my hand as he held me there. “You are the only one I get a hard-on for. The way you look at me, the way you call all my bullshit. Nothing gets by you and nothing gets me harder than watching you get angry and lose it on me. So no, I can’t have sex with another woman, because not one can make me as hard as you can.” Taking control of my hand, he moved it up and down his length.
I could have stopped him, but I didn’t.
“My cock craves the warmth of your pussy. Its hot juices as it runs down to my balls.” He continued to jerk himself off with my hand. I wrapped my fingers around him. The sheer size was more than my one hand could take. Daimon still stared at me. “It’s you I want. Not anyone else,” he gritted out. I pushed down harder, making him groan. “Hmm…like that,” he sighed. I continued to pump his cock, watching his face as I played with him. I licked my lips wanting to taste. His eyes rolled in the back of his head and growled as hot cum spurted out over my little white slip. He gave me a quick peck and smiled lazily.
“Today was me; tomorrow it’s you.” he winked.
“What makes you think there will be a tomorrow?” I retorted.
“Addie, I laid out my cards to you, so give me a break. You want this just as much as I do. Tomorrow.”
Daimon left me downstairs. He avoided everything related to his mother and lost himself in a world that didn’t include her. Maybe I was to blame, but watching him hurt so much brought out my need to comfort him, to take him in my arms and take away all that had hurt him.
Tomorrow
“Addie! Get your fine-looking ass down here,” Daimon yelled at the top of his lungs the moment he got back home. “And make sure your ass is dressed. It’s Tuesday and we’re going out!”
It wasn’t enough that I had to get a fucking text from him to be ready but the asshole had to yell for me too.
“I'm not going anywhere,” I shouted from our bedroom couch. Drako had curled himself up nicely on my side as he slept comfortably. The sounds of angry footsteps were now approaching me.
“What? I told you to be ready!” he bit out, but stopped short the moment he saw me in my mini dress. It was ivory with a sleeveless top and flowed down until my waist where it tightened into a sequined mini skirt. It was a bit short, but when I saw it hanging in my closet, I couldn’t help but fall in love with it a little. I stood up and made my way around the couch, smirking to myself at the look on Daimon’s face.
“Nicely played,” he murmured happily from behind me.
“So where pray tell, does master want to take me?” I asked sarcastically.
“Master? I like that.” He smiled devilishly.
“You would,” I said curtly as I left the room.
We stopped in front of Per Se, one of the most expensive places in Manhattan. “Why are we here?” I asked, tugging at his coat, looking at the double-sided blue doors.