“Ten? How?” he furrowed his brows and nearly bared his teeth.
“You think just because I worked at the diner and Frank was my only serious boyfriend that I didn’t date. I dated. Just like you I had needs. Desires that needed attending to,” I fired back, watching his face contort. “Let me guess, you thought I only had Frank. How naive are you?” I said dryly.
“I didn’t want to know your numbers and I fucking don’t want you to know mine,” he said angrily.
“Did you bring them on trips like this?” I wondered. The notion that he did, hurt me more than I thought. Just like this trip was a first for me, I wanted something to be a first for him.
“Some to London, others to other parts of the world, but never to French Polynesia,” he bit out. I looked down at the table and stared at the food, trying my hardest to focus and not cry.
“Why is this bothering you? Addie, I'm almost thirty; you couldn’t have thought that I never had other relationships?” he questioned.
“It’s stupid. Just forget it.” I picked up a piece of pita and dipped into the hummus. I chewed on the flat bread and tasted the lemony chickpea dip. I sat quiet until it was time to get back on the plane.
“Do you want to go back?” Daimon said roughly as I buckled my belt.
“You decide,” I said under my breath. I closed my eyes, annoyed at myself and my behavior.
“Mitch!” Daimon cried out.
“Yes, Mr. Evans?” Mitch emerged, his tone just as annoyed as mine.
“Wait outside while I talk to my wife,” Daimon snapped.
“Yes, sir,” Mitch huffed as he looked at me and walked out to the air stairs and waited.
“What is your fucking problem?” he asked, irritated.
“I don’t even fucking know,” I yelled back, unbuckling my seatbelt.
“Addie, I fucked other women. It’s normal,” Daimon started.
“Okay and I fucked other men. Let me see, I fucked one in a movie theater. Oh, and one in his car, one took me to Vermont for the weekend and fucked me out in the woods,” I lied through my teeth.
“Enough,” he shouted.
“I thought for some stupid reason I was different, special, I realize I'm not. I'm just one of many in Daimon Evans’ life,” I chuckled and looked away from him.
“Fuck me,” he said in a harsh tone. “What do you want, Addie? For me to shout on the rooftops? You want some sort of scripted bullshit that they do in movies? You are not in the line of many, you are my Addie. The only one who has ever owned my fucking heart. I get it. Don’t think I don’t. I’d rather no man had every touched that sweet fucking heat that is now mine, but that’s not the reality. You and I are the reality, now on this plane, heading for our honeymoon. Do you understand me?” he said bluntly. “Look at me, goddamn it,” he ordered. I looked over. Daimon’s face was fierce and cold; his eyes were like clear ice. “Addie, what more do you want?”
Daimon was right, my irrational way of thinking didn’t help what we were trying to build, yet I was letting jealousy rule me. Day two of this wonderful trip and I’d already fucked it all up.
“You’re right. I’m sorry,” I murmured.
“What did you say?” he voice sounded lighter than before.
“I said, I was sorry,” I said a little louder.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t get that. What was that again?” he teased. Seeing him smile eased my heart.
“I SAID, I WAS SORRY!” I shouted and chuckled.
“That was a little too loud for me. I didn’t…”
“Daimon!”
“Okay, okay, I’ll stop. It’s not often the all great and powerful Addie says sorry.” He smiled and walked over to me.
“Well, I am.” I pouted as he knelt before me.
“You shouldn’t be,” he said as caressed my hair.
“Why?”
“Because if what you told me is true, I'm ready to kill those men.”
“It’s not all true,” I admitted. Daimon narrowed his eyes.
“I at least know Vermont isn’t true. You would never leave the diner. But man, did that one get to me.”
“Why?”
“Seeing you in the forest, naked before me, readying for my cock. Yeah, that one is mine,” he winked and smiled wickedly.
“You’re such a bastard.” I shook my head at him.
“The movie theater can’t be true. My Addie isn’t a risk taker like that,” Daimon said, watching me. I bit my lip and smiled.
“Addie?” Daimon waited.
“Mr. Evans, the pilot said we need to leave now. It’s our turn on the runway.” Mitch came back into the main cabin.