The Lover Beneath Me(12)

“I did…I mean I do. It’s just that I’m afraid. What if he doesn’t want me anymore? What if he found someone new? What if—”

“Arrête, Addie, he loves you. That I am sure,” she reassured, but my gut gnawed at me. I had signed divorce papers that said otherwise.

“You cannot do that!” Both Chantal and I stopped and turned our heads to the direction of a man yelling at the top of his lungs.

“I bought you out and now I’m firing you. I own the company. Read the fine print, boys.” My heart raced and my breathing became erratic.

“You’re a fucking bastard, Daimon!” the man continued to yell while another was grabbing onto his arm, stopping him from lunging at Daimon.

“I know I’ve been told numerous times, Hugh. Now, if you would just leave so Rafe and I could enjoy our meal,” Daimon said dismissively.

“Comme il est sexy,” Chantal breathed as she stared at Daimon.

“I know. I’m married to him.” I let out a breath.

“This is the Daimon,” she yelped as she pointed.

“Yes,” I hissed quietly as I grabbed her arm and brought it down.

“If that is Daimon, what are you still doing here?” she asked excitedly.

“Daimon, I will fight you on this.” The man named Hugh kept yelling.

“Fight, take me to court. I honestly don’t care. The law is on my side on this one, Hugh, so be a good boy and take your bother and leave me alone,” he growled.

“I’m not ready yet,” I murmured nervously. Seeing Daimon in his element, watching him cut down a man, I should have been angry at him. I should have been appalled by his behavior, but instead, my pussy clenched and I knew I was wet. Son of a bitch! Security came and stood silently behind the two men, waiting for them to leave.

“I think that’s your cue, boys.” Rafe pointed at security.

“This isn’t over!” Hugh snapped.

“Whatever, Hugh,” Daimon smiled. Damn him and that sexy devil’s grin.

It had been a two months since I had last seen him. His barely-there stubble, his well-kept dark longish hair, his chiseled face…

“Addie, go over there. Now is your chance,” Chantal urged.

“No, I can’t, not now.” I sat, scared of what could happen.

“Rafe, let’s get the fuck out of here. This is why I don’t stay here. It’s too close to where those Harris brothers’ live,” Daimon growled as he stood up and left. I watched him as he walked away, each step taking him further from me.

“Addie!” Chantal cried out to get his attention. Daimon stopped in midstride.

My heart stopped and I breathed heavily. I sat frozen as I watched him slowly turn in my direction. He smiled gently and shook it off, walking away from us. He hadn’t seen me. I was hoping he would, forcing my hand, but he didn’t.

“I don’t understand you, Addie,” Chantal said, shaking her head.

“I want to be the one to go to him. I want to do this right,” I relented, smiling gently.

“How, chérie? Comment allez-vous faire?” I guess the more flustered she was, the less English she spoke.

“I'm going to figure it out. I have to.” I chewed on my lower lip as an idea slowly began to form in my mind.





Heading Back


As I headed back home, I was thankful to Silvia for the opportunity she had given me. Paris had been a revelation. The history, the culture was so different from my life in Astoria. I knew that the business world did not hold the same fascination it once had for me. I was truly enamored with traveling and experiencing the world. I was finally confident with myself and how I wanted to finally live my life my way, my terms; it was the ultimate high.

I had travelled to Paris and London basking in the glory of their rich histories, but I also was able to find my way back to Daimon. That was why I was sitting outside his office. I came to get back what was rightfully mine.

“Ms. Smith?” I heard the pretty little redhead say from her desk. I guessed Daimon hired a new secretary.

“Yes,” I answered. I had to change my name. I didn’t want Daimon to know I was coming for him.

“Mr. Evans will see you now.” She rose up from her desk and opened the door. I stood and walked toward her and froze as I neared the door. “Ms. Smith?” she questioned.

“Yes, I’m sorry.” I smiled as I stepped inside. Daimon stood by his desk.

“Ms. Smith I presume…” his words trailed off the moment he saw me.

“Mr. Evans.” I held out my hand.

“Ms. Smith,” he sighed.

“May I sit?” I asked, looking over to the couches.