The Husband Beside Me(75)

“I want to… I really do… but I can’t,” I admitted quietly. I felt like Frank had yet again come into my life and ruined something special to me. I knew it was me, but still I felt his presence.

“Is it me?” Daimon demanded.

“No. No, it’s not you. How can it be you? It’s me who’s broken. Just when I think I can move forward something blocks my way,” I said ruefully.

“Frank,” Daimon said in a harsh tone. “Don’t give me that look, Addie. You might think I'm not the brightest, but I know you. I know you better than anyone.”

“I want to give you control. I want you to take it from me, but I feel wrong doing it after what had happened with Frank,” I murmured, looking away from Daimon, my eyes stinging as tears started.

“I am not him,” he said roughly, upset I might have compared him to Frank.

“I know you’re not him. You could never be him,” I said regretfully.

“I like controlling you in bed, and that’s only because I highly doubt I can in any other aspect of our relationship. Addie, it’s okay to want it. I want it too,” he said as he cupped my face and kissed me. His lips were supple and simply divine, soothing the doubt that lingered in my mind. “You did say this trip was going to bring you a lot of new experiences.” He grinned as he looked down at me.

“What are you talking about?” I asked, sniffling and wiping my tears away.

“Joining the mile high club.” He wagged his eyebrows.

“You’re such an ass.” I hit his chest as I laughed, breathing out a small sigh. Daimon made me feel protected and safe. I knew with him, I could finally let go. I was just worried to see how far he would take me.

“I’m your sexy ass.” He nuzzled his face into my neck.

“Mr. Evans?” Mitch knocked at the door of the bathroom. “You will need to take your seat, sir.”

Daimon rested his head on my shoulders and quietly sighed.

“Fine, Mitch, thank you,” he shouted.

“He likes you, you know that, right?” I teased.

“What?” Daimon rose up and looked incredulously at me.

“He wants your sexy fine ass,” I mocked, giving him a chaste kiss.

“You can’t be seriously jealous of my male flight attendant?” he asked, almost smiling.

“No, I'm not jealous. I'm just telling you. He seems to want you.”

“You’re hallucinating. It has to be air deprivation from your first flight.” Daimon reached behind him and took a towel and wiped off his cum from my belly.

“Okay, Daimon, don’t believe me,” I smirked.

He helped me down from the counter and gave me my pants. I got dressed and headed out with Daimon holding my hand. I watched as our fingers intertwined. His strong hand held onto me with such certainly that it made me feel like a fool for letting my past get in the way of my future.

“Daimon,” He turned to me, his marvelous icy blues with his tousled hair. God, he was so beautiful. I used his hand and propelled myself to him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him in.

“Thank you,” I whispered into his ear. Daimon, slow in reacting, finally hugged me back, holding me tightly as he took in a deep breath.

“Anything for my Addie.”





The Layover


“Wake up, Addie,” Daimon said softly in my ear.

“Are we there?” I asked, opening my eyes to see the bright sun peering through the oval windows.

“No, we’re not.” Daimon continued to touch my face as he knelt down beside me.

“Then where are we?” I asked, looking up at him.

“We’re in Doha refueling,” he smiled.

“Doha? Are you serious?” I bit my lip to hold back a smile.

“Are you hungry? Do you want to eat?” I nodded in response. “It's probably going to take a few hours, so let's go. But before we do,” he rose up and extended his hand, when Mitch appeared, giving him a carryon bag, “go change.”

“Why?”

“Addie, we're on vacation.” Daimon leaned closer to my ear and whispered, “And I want to see you wearing what I bought you, now go change.” He pushed back a little and smiled at me.

I laughed as I emerged from the bathroom; Daimon had bought me a silk summer dress. It was a pastel red and very bohemian. He even got me tiny Grecian golden sandals.

“Now that's my Addie.” He reached for my hand and intertwined our fingers together. “Come, the car is waiting for us.” He pulled me through the plane right to the air stairs. Daimon kept going but I stopped him. “What, Addie?” The world around me was foreign and strange. The air was thick with heat, the sun hot and low. A gust of air hit me and heavy aromas of exotic smells enticed me. “Come on, Addie.” Daimon tugged at my hand and I followed him.