The Husband Beside Me(83)

“Mrs. Evans.”

“Hi, I’m here to see Daimon if he’s not busy,” I said quietly.

“Linda is in with him right now, but I’m sure he’ll make time for you.” She smiled and picked up her phone. “Yes. Mr. Evans? Mrs. Evans is here to see you.” she nodded. “Yes. Of course,” she said over the phone. “Come this way,” she said as she stood from her desk and opened the door for me.

As the doors slowly opened, I saw Daimon sitting behind his desk wearing a dark navy suit and a black tie. His ankle was crossed just above his knee as he played with his pen. The soft orange color of the sun lit him from behind illuminating him; he literally glowed. I let out a breath as our eyes met. A faint smile appeared on his face, but it was all too quickly taken away when I heard a female voice call out his name.

“Daimon? Are you listening to a thing I’m saying?” she said rather curtly.

“Yes, Linda. I am,” he groaned as he looked away from me.

I hesitated, but finally stepped inside. I stood at the door feeling awkward as my presence wasn’t exactly welcomed by the intimidating brunette who sat on the couch looking right at me.

“So this is your wife,” she noted. The tone she used was one I didn’t very much like.

“Yes, this is my Addie,” Daimon said, still sitting at his desk.

“Hello, I'm Linda Reeves. Daimon’s right hand woman if you will.” She stood from where she was and held out her hand for me to shake.

“I’m Addie,” I said as I took her hand.

“I’m pleased to finally meet this Addie he seems to be hiding away from all of us.” Her words, no matter how she said them, sounded condescending.

“It’s nice to meet you too, Linda,” I managed to say.

“Oh, don't say that, sweetie, you don’t even know me yet and that’s Ms. Reeves,” she smiled callously at me.

“Easy, Linda,” Daimon said grimly.

“Well, Addie, I have to say I’m glad I finally got to see you. I was wondering who took my man’s heart so easily out of my grasp,” she said bitterly.

“What did you say?” I asked her, rage building inside me.

“You didn’t know?” She looked at Daimon. “You didn’t tell her? Before you, there was me,” she smirked, but her eyes where laced with anger.

“Linda!” Daimon stood from his seat.

I looked over to see Daimon as his face changed and his features grew hard and menacing. My eyes drifted off back to Linda and I laughed.

“Well, you must have not been enough, Ms. Reeves, to keep a man like Daimon. I guess I offered him more than you could,” I said confidently. “Oh, and by the way, it’s Mrs. Evans to you.” I smiled widely as I turned and opened the office door for her to leave. “Now, if you don’t mind, I’m here to fuck my husband and I don’t need a spectator.” I held onto the doorknob only because if I hadn’t, I would have lunged at her and ripped the very beautiful hair off her head. She huffed and left. I slammed the door shut and stood with my back to Daimon. I took in a deep breath not wanting to yell at his place of business.

“Addie,” Daimon said carefully.

“Don’t,” I seethed. “Is it true? Did you have a relationship with her?” I finally turned and saw an uncertain Daimon not answering my question.

“It wasn’t the type of relationship you think,” he finally answered. “It was casual sex,” he admitted.

“To you. To her it was more,” I said through my teeth, clenching my fingers tight into a fist. My nails dug in deep as I held back my temper.

“Addie, she works for me and nothing else.” Daimon held out his hands and slowly walked around his desk.

“Nothing else?” I said incredulously. “And I’m supposed to buy that?” I glared at him as he came closer.

“Linda is an executive and she’s good at her job.”

“I’m sure she’s very good at a job,” I snapped.

“Don’t be ridiculous. Linda worked hard to get where she is now,” Daimon corrected me.

“Why are you defending her? I’m sorry, did I just announce I was a former lover to your wife? Did I just make your wife feel like shit?” I snarled.

“No, and I’ll speak to her about her behavior.” Daimon was too close, making me back away from him.

“All those who ever crossed the line with me you fought with; Clara, your father, and yet here is Linda, who clearly and defiantly comes at me, and you do nothing,” I challenged.

“She’s upset,” Daimon said quietly.

“Upset?” I questioned.