The night was crispy and cold but these ridiculous women still stood outside in barely nothing to get into the over-packed bar. Once outside, two women were eyeing me, their hungry little eyes eating me up. I watched as one approached, but I didn't stay. Before Addie, these things happened often. My nights were filled with various women, but once she entered my life, once I had her by my side—her little body sleeping next to me—there was no fucking way I could even look at a woman or want one the way I needed Addie.
When I first walked into her rundown diner, I felt her presence as it took over me. I finally felt alive. Addie was the breath to my soul, the air that filled my lungs. This girl was no longer young and innocent. She was a stunning, sexy and strong woman, and I wanted every part of her.
It pissed me off when I discovered she didn’t get to go to school. It pissed me off even more when I found out she would be working two jobs, trying to pay her family’s bills. What the fuck was wrong with them? She was one person. Not a pack mule. No girl of mine was going to suffer when I had so much.
I left there angry, not because she was playing a game with me, but because my Addie was suffocating, and I couldn’t just stand there and watch. Long gone were those eyes I saw in high school. Instead, dead eyes replaced them, riling her. Whatever the fuck was going on with my Addie was slowly killing her and it pissed me the fuck off. My arms wanted to reach out to her and take her home. I wanted to lay her down in my bed and hold her every night until her demons disappeared.
In the beginning of our fake relationship, it was rough. I needed her touch but she was playing my girlfriend. The thing was, the little seductress knew exactly how to give me a hard on. Every time she swore at me, my dick throbbed. Bastard, prick, asshole rolled off her tongue so easily. The more she pushed me away, the more I wanted to own her. But Addie always ran from me. My body only had a small taste of her when she had kissed me and fuck it if I didn’t want more. I would sit up all night thinking of her with a fucking hard-on from hell. My cock ached every time she was around and stirred when she laughed. This stupid deal I made with her was going to kill me. Me and my fucked-up trust issues. As much as I gladly gave Addie my heart, I was scared shitless about her leaving my world.
Fuck! I needed to get home and work off this need I had because of her. I headed to my car and unlocked the doors.
“Hey, excuse me.” I turned around and there were the two women from before. “Hi,” one of them said breathlessly. “You kind of left pretty quickly. I was wondering...well, we were wondering...if maybe you'd like some company?” She smiled sweetly as she batted her eyes lashes.
“No, but thanks for the offer.” I reached for my door to open it.
“Come on, we're both a lot of fun.” She pouted.
“You might be but I'm married. See the ring.” I flashed her my wedding ring.
“Your wife won't ever find out.” She winked. What the fuck? Nice Daimon was now gone.
“Hey, listen, bimbo, back the fuck off. I'm not in the mood.”
I sat inside my Bentley and turned on the engine, leaving them behind. My wife might not know, but I would have. Nothing was ever going to hurt my Addie except for my foul mouth, which I knew she could handle.
I wanted her back into my life, but I wanted to be in control. I forced the issue that she had to sleep next to me, after that night when she came to me all wet from the rain and looked at me with those hazel eyes, begging me to take it all away, to fuck her pain away. I was seriously considering cutting her out after our little deal was done, I couldn't win her over the few months I had her. But then she appeared in my penthouse. Wordlessly, she ran at me and everything else was instinct. I fucked her and I loved it. Her sweet heat, her clear juices running down my balls. Nothing in the world could have prepared me for that, had I not already been in love with her, then the moment my dick slid inside her I would have instantly fallen. The tight, snug feeling of her pussy as it wrapped itself around me, the way she desperately needed me. No, there was no way I was ever going to let go of her. She was mine to have and to hold. I just needed to figure out how.
It didn't take long to figure it out once I saw the ambulance at her house. I knew her dad was sick, and the asshole I was knew she'd need money, but that girl wouldn't just take it and I wouldn't just give it.
Admittedly, I felt like a total asshole when I asked her to marry me at the little cafe after her dad's operation. Yeah, I was a total dick and her eyes told me. They looked at me with disgust and I felt like shit. All I saw was this need to protect her and save her, not caring how I did it. Only when she started to cry did I ever realize I went too far. I knew I might lose her forever if she ever found out, but it was a risk I needed to take. I loved her beyond all fucking reason. So if I couldn't make her love me in the three years, then I tried to convince myself she was better off, but I knew I'd find a way to make her stay. It would be only a matter of time.