I made it up the stairs to her old bedroom. Addie was out cold. God, she looked so beautiful with her long, soft wavy hair. Her stunning little dress and those heels, fuck me—those heels. Just her naked with those on, would make me come. I put her down onto her bed and watched her for a moment as she slept. She murmured something I couldn’t understand. I shook my head. Upset my night didn’t again go the way I wanted. Motherfucker.
I found her t-shirt and small boxer shorts she often wore to bed. I lifted her up and unzipped her dress, revealing her scar. When I first saw it, I wasn’t disgusted by it. It only made me angrier. Not at her, in my eyes it made her stronger. But angry that somehow she was hurt. Somehow, in the ten years I hadn’t seen her, something had changed. Something had really fucking changed. A part of me grew disappointed in her the first time I saw her scar. She was a fighter, a girl who went after what she wanted, but the woman I made a contract with wasn’t her. The image of her body, the soft cream color, the suppleness of her curves the lean parts of her body, were vivid in my mind. I needed to feel her. When I found out the reason why she got the scar, my ears began to ring and my body shook. Some fucker, some piece of shit, touched my Addie. My girl. My woman and marred her.
When I saw Frank in court, he said to me that the scar was a constant reminder of him in her life. That she would never forget him. I hated the piece of shit. I made sure Addie never once found out about him ever again. I made my lawyers make sure he never saw the fucking light of day. “No asshole,” I said to him as I stared him down. “That scar is Addie’s strength. That scar is what makes her great. She will never remember you ever again.”
Addie wanted it gone. I was worried with her new money she would do it, but I loved her more with it. My Addie was full of scars, most of which were emotional, but despite it all, she fought for her family. It did bother me when she drank a lot. I drank but not to excess, only that one time when my mother passed. Addie made my mother’s passing bearable. With her by my side, I felt like my home was right next to me. Addie’s existence made my very being thrive.
I slowly slid down and sat next to her bed. I leaned up against the wall and finally fell asleep for the first time since she left. I faintly heard Addie’s groans as she moved about in her bed. Her hand fell to one side and I reached out and touched it. She jolted up and peered down at me, her eyes wide and her breathing erratic.
“Easy there, Addie. It’s just me.” She looked at my hand that still held hers. I begrudgingly pulled it away and sighed.
“Why are you here?” she demanded.
“You got drunk and passed out, so I drove you home.” I smiled.
I watched as Addie brought her legs to her body, her arms tightly wrapping around them. She was cutting me off. My head hit the wall.
“Fine, Addie, I’ll go. But tomorrow, tomorrow, we’ll be together,” I said to her and left. Fuck, she was going to make this hard for me, but that was okay. I was going to win.
I always won.
Airport
“I realize, Linda, but tell Mark the money needs to be there or else he’s out with a hefty lawsuit up his ass!” I snarled. I hated these fuck ups that kept occurring. Work took most of my time and left me very little when it came to Addie. It had been fucking days since I last saw her.
“Well aren’t you happy this morning, more than usual.” She smiled as she sipped her coffee. “I'm going to assume you didn’t make up with Addie yet.” I said nothing to Linda, irritated by my own behavior. “Daimon since when do you wait for what you want? Go now and get her.” She shook her head at me.
“It’s not that simple,” I grunted.
“Why?”
“’Cause I fucked it up once. What if I fuck it up again?” I snapped.
“Wow, you really love this girl,” she remarked.
“Linda,” I snarled.
“Fine, I won’t say another word about it.”
My attention was drawn to my phone. Jimmy was calling. “Yes?”
“It’s Mrs. Evans. She’s leaving,” Jimmy said hesitantly.
“Leaving?” What the fuck did he mean she was leaving?
“She left her house with a suitcase. She’s heading to the airport. I'm following her now.”
“You better not fucking lose her,” I shouted through the phone as I rose up from my seat and started for the door.
“Daimon!” Linda called after me but I left her there in my office.
“Yes, sir,” Jimmy hung up.
“Stupid me, stupid girl, stupid pride,” I muttered as I headed down the elevator, pushing the buttons to go faster. If she leaves, I'm going to follow her, throttle her and then I’m going to fuck her senseless.