The Husband Beside Me(72)

Ana stood behind me as I opened it and pulled out the contents. It was a bright green skimpy bikini, with two little triangles that had frilly hems for the top and an even tinier bikini bottom that would barely covered anyone’s butt.

“I think that’s called a Brazilian bikini,” Ana said skeptically, as I held it up, examining it.

I pushed around the tissues and found yet another box, which I opened. To my utter embarrassment, there in the box was a very expensive looking vibrator. Ana stood stunned, while heat flooded my cheeks. I picked up my phone and dialed Lucifer’s number.

“Hello, sexy.” He voice was sultry, almost like honey to my ears.

“I can’t believe you,” I groaned.

“I'm assuming you got your gift.” He laughed through the phone.

“What in the world is wrong with you?” I asked, dumbfounded.

“What’s wrong with you? I know you like what I got you,” he huffed.

“A little warning would have been nice,” I said. The thought of Ana seeing the ginormous vibrator bringing heat to my cheeks once more.

“Why...don’t tell me?” He couldn’t continue because he was laughing so much. “You didn’t by chance open it in front of anyone?”

“Screw you,” I snapped.

“I can’t take it anymore. I'm so happy you got accepted in NYU. You seriously need an education,” he mocked.

“Honestly, Daimon, I will slap you so hard when I see you,” I warned.

“Did you look under the box with the vibrator?” he asked.

“No!” I shouted through the phone.

“Look under the fucking box, Addie,” he ordered.

I looked around and didn’t see Ana as I moved the box over and saw a small folder. I reached inside, almost afraid to touch it.

“Did you find it?” he asked.

“Yes,” I murmured.

“Well?”

I opened it up and inside were two tickets to Bora Bora. “What is this?” I murmured.

“It’s our honeymoon, plus my gift to you for being accepted in NYU,” he said quietly. I could visualize his classic Daimon grin as he spoke to me.

“Daimon, I don't know what to say,” I uttered nervously. I was at loss for words.

“Say I’m the best and I have the best cock,” he joked.

“You’re okay.” I laughed softly.

“What the fuck? Just okay?” he hissed.

“Yeah, just okay.” I smiled and hung up.

“Oh, my God! Mrs. Evans, you’re going on your honeymoon! Are you not excited?” Ana squealed, surprising me. “Mr. Evans is really very nice.”

“He’s more than nice. He’s perfect,” I murmured, thumbing the tickets as I looked down at them.

“What did you say, Mrs. Evans?”

“Nothing, I said nothing.”



“Come on, Addie!” Daimon cried out from outside the car. I sat still as Ted held the door open. I was nervous, more like scared. I’d never gone anywhere outside of the country and Daimon was taking me on his private jet to French Polynesia, clear across the other side of the world. Once I found out we were going, I couldn’t help but do as much research as I could. I could never say it was a dream, because I’d never dreamed that big, ever. Not since I was a teenager.

“Addie, get your ass on the fucking plane,” he shouted again from the airplane stairs. It was past ten o’clock at night and the lights of the tarmac kept flashing. The plane’s lights were on as everyone waited patiently for me.

“Are you all right, Mrs. Evans?” Ted asked, looking down at me.

“Yes,” I murmured nervously, finally exiting the car. Daimon came down the air stairs and met me outside the car.

“First, you don’t have a passport,” he said, taking my hand into his, leading me toward his jet. “Then, you freak out that I'm taking you out of the country, and now what? Are you seriously trying to tell me you’re scared of the plane?” He pulled me up the stairs to a waiting man wearing a grey steward suit.

“Hello, Mrs. Evans. I’m Mitch, your flight attendant. I’ll be seeing to your comfort until we get to our final destination.” He half-smiled. Why did I suddenly get the impression this man didn’t like me? Mitch stood tall with his dirty blond hair styled back. His face was clean, smooth and his eyes were a light grey.

“Thank you,” I nodded as Daimon jerked me inside the plane.

“Sit here.” Daimon pointed at a seat in the front of the plane. The private jet was much larger than I thought. The interior was all black and clean cut, exactly to Daimon’s taste. “Push the button on the side if you want to lie down after we take off.” Daimon sat next to me and swirled his chair to see me.