“Fine,” Daimon hissed as he continued to glare at me. “Addie, tell me,” Daimon insisted, but I said nothing.
“Mr. Evans, you will need to sit down,” Mitch implored.
“Daimon, you heard the man, go and sit.” I smiled, not letting him in on my secret.
“You are so getting a punishment when we get off this plane,” Daimon said in a harsh tone.
Bora Bora
The moment I got off the flight, I understood why people always wanted to visit. The heat was scorching hot. The sun was bright and burned your skin while the air was clean and crisp. I was exhausted from the nearly twenty-four-hour flight. I didn’t remember much after I sat inside the car that was awaiting us at the airport. All I could remember was leaning on Daimon’s shoulder.
I stretched out my arms over my head. My body ached as I moved on the soft bed I was laying on; Daimon’s arm was across my belly as he slept next to me. The sun was setting and soft colors of pink and blues were painted across the sky. I rose up slowly not to wake him. My eyes filled with wonder as I made my way to the patio sliding glass doors. I pulled the door open and let in the warm air from outside. I smiled quietly to myself, completely thrown by all that was around me.
“I’m guessing by your small laughter you’re happy.” Daimon rose up from the bed and rested on his elbows.
“This is incredible,” I breathed, looking out to the view in front of our waterfront villa.
“I know it was nicer before when I carried you into the room. You realize you’re heavy,” he noted as he got up and walked over to me.
“Classic Daimon,” I murmured. He wrapped his arms around my waist and nuzzled his head into my neck.
“I’m glad you love it. All I ever want is for you to be happy,” Daimon said softly.
“Is this really our room?” I asked, taken aback as I looked around the huge villa.
“Do I make money?” he retorted. “Yes Addie, it’s our room. All two thousand seven hundred square feet of it is all ours; including the salt sea pool and our own private access to the barrier reef out there.” He held on tighter.
“I can’t swim very well,” I admitted.
“Then I’ll teach you,” he said softly as he nibbled at my ear. “It’s not your fault. You’re Addie,” he teased, but I elbowed him.
“Could you stop doing that? I might not know a lot, but I know enough,” I said, annoyed at him.
“Addie, you’re smart, a little too smart. Last thing I need is for you to figure it out and walk out on me,” he groaned as he held his belly.
“Maybe you’re right. I must be stupid to fall for your sappy words.” I stuck out my tongue.
“Finally, you realized it,” he mocked. “Now, about before, you know about the movie theater.” His face slowly changed into a predator. “You and a movie theater. Interesting, so my Addie likes trying out new things.” Daimon followed me around the room while I attempted to escape him and his dirty little thoughts, but it was too late. Daimon grabbed me and threw me onto the bed.
“Tell me more, Mrs. Evans, what exactly did you do in that theater with this worthless man?” he said as he lay on top of me. I laughed and squirmed around trying to get away.
“If you don’t, I’ll make you pay,” he threatened.
For the rest of the night, Daimon made me pay. Oh, God, did he ever make me pay. I laughed thinking about how much he fought me to tell him, but I kept my past sexual trysts to myself. It felt good having not told him and watching him brood.
“Why are you not talking to me this morning?” I asked as we sat down to a beautifully prepared breakfast that was placed outside on our private patio facing the ocean. It was midday and the sun was high in the sky, shining brightly. We both woke pretty late, partly because of jetlag and mostly because of Daimon’s relentless punishment as he called it.
“I’m annoyed,” he murmured.
“Annoyed? Why?” I teased, knowing full well his reason. Daimon said nothing as he forked a piece of carved out fruit from the center plate. “Is it because I won’t tell you about my sexual escapades? Or is because you can’t force me to tell you?” I smirked.
“I can force you if I want,” he bit out.
“Really, how? I’m interested to know.” I acted coy.
“I would suggest you not push me. You may not like the animal I become,” he warned, his eyes darkening as he leaned his head to one side and watched me carefully. The look he gave me made my body shiver. He frightened me but also excited a part of me that needed him to be the way he was right then.