The black BMW drove us to the main airport where a gentleman opened the door for Daimon and me.
“Mr. Evans.” The man extended his hand leading us inside. I held onto Daimon's hand, letting him lead me as I looked around, completely taken in by everything around me. The airport was small but was filled with people of various cultures that I’d never encountered.
“Mr. Evans, welcome to Onyx Lounge,” a Middle Eastern man welcomed from behind a desk.
“Thank you,” Daimon responded, walking us through the sliding glass doors.
The room was filled with businessmen, some wearing their traditional kaftan and headdress. Their beards were clean and perfectly shaven, creating an air of seriousness. To the other end of the room were travelers, most of whom were British. They sat on red-and-white leather chairs lined up perfectly. Large televisions were placed sparsely around, displaying flight details. Waiters and waitresses walked around asking patrons if they needed anything. Everything was impeccable and clean. “Addie, let's sit here,” Daimon said, pointing to a small area that was a bit more private, cutting us off from the rest of the people. “You like people watching,” Daimon noted as he sat down.
“It’s not people watching; it's just I feel like we’re somewhere completely different, like we're not even part of the same planet. It's absolutely amazing,” I said, completely taken in.
“We’re half way across the world; here it doesn't matter if you’re a New Yorker,” Daimon said, waving over a small waitress. “Two bottles of water, hummus and some tabbouleh,” he said to her. She nodded and left.
“You’ve been here before?” I asked.
“A few times, for business, mostly.”
“Daimon,” cried out a man with a thick British accent. “Holy fucking hell, mate! Haven’t seen you since the merger.” I saw a rather pudgy looking man with a receding hairline holding a glass filled with what I presumed was beer.
“Fuck,” muttered Daimon under his breath. “Stanley, how are you?” Daimon said with a fake smile plastered on his face as he stood up and shook his hand.
“Oh, I see you brought one of your sexy lady friends out to play. How many have I seen you with again?” he laughed as he nudged him on his side.
“You’ve must have seen quite a few with my husband.” I stood up and held out my hand so he could shake it.
“Oh,” he murmured, “I was just kidding around.”
“Sure you were,” I said as he shook my hand but looked over to a raging Daimon who was staring at me. “Now if you two would excuse me,” I said through my teeth.
“Fucking asshole,” I muttered as I left them both and went off to the other end of the lounge. I saw the young waitress who was caring for us holding onto our order. I waved at her asking her to place it down at a large table that was free. I sat down and ate to my heart’s content.
“I see you’ve found food,” Daimon commented coldly as he sat down in front of me. I narrowed my eyes at him as I finished the last drop of water in the bottle. I slammed it down and continued to glare at him. “I see my Addie is a bit upset,” Daimon remarked. How many has Daimon been with? The need to know his number was gnawing at me. I let out a breath between my bites. Had I been at a better state of mind I would have told him this was the best Middle Eastern food I ever had and I was only at the airport. I grabbed my bottle of water and chugged it down.
“A bit,” I replied.
“That was Stanley. He helped me with my mergers in London,” Daimon noted calmly.
“I see, and how many do you have in London?” I asked.
“Companies?” Daimon acted coy.
“Women, you conceited asswipe,” I snarled.
“I only know that I have one in my life and she is quite the pain in my ass,” he snarled back.
“You should maybe get rid of her,” I retorted.
“Maybe, considering she just compared me to something that wipes a dirty fucking ass,” he hissed. “But the truth is I can’t seem to get her out of my mind let alone from under my skin. So I’m going to have to keep her, unfortunately.”
“That’s too bad for you,” I said as I looked away not able to see the very blue of his eyes. One of my many weaknesses when it came to him.
“Addie...”
“How many?” I asked, surprising myself. “How many did you have?”
Daimon sighed and just looked at me. The very look on his face spoke volumes. Great! Was there even a number that was high enough to cover how many he had?
“I had ten,” I said without realizing.