The Husband Beside Me(82)

“I’m sorry you had to carry me in the water,” I said as I picked at the grilled fish.

“I’m not,” he grinned devilishly.

“I was thinking…that maybe I should get plastic surgery,” I murmured as I looked at my plate.

“Why?” Daimon stopped eating and narrowed his eyes.

“Well, I can get rid of it now.” I shrugged, meeting his eyes. I thought I’d see his loving eyes, but I didn’t, I saw anger. “The scar I can get rid of it now. I—”

“No,” Daimon bit out.

“It’s a constant reminder of Frank, and well, I highly doubt you’d want me to expose myself in front of everyone. It’s not good for you,” I remarked apprehensively.

“I said no,” Daimon said coldly.

“But, Daimon, the scar affects me and I’m afraid it will affect you. I don’t like it when you look at me. This thing…it’s disgusting,” I argued.

“Addie, that scar is you. It’s part of who you are and I love whatever is part of you, especially the scar,” he said bluntly.

“Why?” I questioned softly, dumbfounded.

“Because that scar shows your strength and your resilience. If that scar goes, you are no longer my Addie and I’m not about to lose you now that I have you,” Daimon said in a serious tone.

He left me breathless. I was at a loss. He spoke with such conviction that I had a hard time not believing him. Never did I feel like my scar was anything but a mar left by Frank.

“You’re just saying that so no other guy can have me,” I joked, only because I couldn’t truly handle the sheer honestly of his words.

Daimon stood up from his seat and knelt down before me. “Get it through your head, Addie. You are never leaving my side. You belong to me and me alone.”

The stare of his icy-blue eyes gripped me, holding me to my spot. He lifted his hand and wiped my tears, tears I hadn’t even noticed. He then leaned in, pulled down the towel and kissed my scar. His warm lips tenderly moved along my mark. He held me as he kissed it adoringly. I cried as I felt the tiny ripples his lips left on my body; the body that Frank had wounded. Daimon kept kissing it, soothing the ache in my heart. “You are so beautiful in my eyes, Addie,” he whispered as he held me in his arms. “Never question that.”





Back To Reality


“So what did you get me and did you have a lot of great kinky sex?” Elissa questioned as I spoke to her on my iPhone.

“Something I think you’ll like, and yes, I had a lot of kinky sex,” I laughed.

We arrived back the previous night and the jet lag was killer. Daimon wasted no time going back to work. I tried to convince him to stay home, but he refused. Daimon worked all the time. I knew he had to; money didn’t come easily. I thought it did for the riches, but living with him and seeing how much he dedicated himself, changed my perspective on that.

“So what are you up to today? Want to come over and get drunk watching The Princess Bride again?” Elissa asked.

“No, not today or ever again for that matter. I still have a hangover from that night,” I mocked.

“Ah, don't exaggerate. It was two bottles of tequila,” she remarked

“It was two bottles of tequila and a mickey of vodka,” I corrected.

“Not my fault if Montoya keeps repeating his lines,” she laughed.

“Forget it. I'm getting ready to go out.” I stopped her, not wanting to remember that night. It made me want to gag just thinking about it.

“Where?”

“To Daimon’s office. Thinking of surprising him with lunch,” I hesitated, but I felt like I needed to go see him.

“Is this a sexy meal? Where he eats you out, or where you lick his rooster?” she joked.

“I’ll accept both,” I said happily.

“You naughty girl, you,” Elissa teased.



I hadn’t been to Daimon’s office since the day I signed the papers for the restaurant. It seemed different now I told him I loved him. The building itself didn’t appear cold or rigid like before, but as the sun shined on the glass windows, it seemed warm and inviting. I felt nervous, my stomach in knots, afraid I was overstepping, but I would never know unless I went for it. The very same security guard was there like always, but this time he remembered who I was.

“Mrs. Evans,” he welcomed as he held out his hand leading me to the elevator.

As each number on the elevator door lit up, I grew more excited about seeing him. Everything changed on our trip, especially for me and how I saw Daimon. Finally, the doors opened. The long hallway that led you to his private secretary was lit with the sunrays as it peered through the skyline above. She saw me and faintly smiled as I approached her.