“I have to go to London.” I lay down next to her hand, took her arm and tugged her down so she could be closer to me.
“London?”
“Yes. Some complications.” I propped my head up onto my hand and looked down at her.
“What kind of complications?” she asked.
I didn’t want to tell her, not that I was lying or hiding anything, but my business life I wanted it separate from her. I didn’t want that shitty part of my days to be associated with my Addie.
“Daimon?”
“The merger in London…” I hesitated, but her eyes told me I better keep going. “It got kind of messy. I fired the two who ran the original firm I bought, and put my own guy in. Now they’re taking me to court.” I played with her beautifully soft hair.
“Is it serious?” she asked, her face filled with concern.
“No, beloved. Even if they win, which they won’t, I only pay them a bigger settlement. Either way, I still make money.” I laughed and winked.
“How long are you going for?” I heard in her voice, that guarded sadness was still there. Fuck, I had hoped that it was gone by now.
“For about a week, maybe more,” I said as I watched her intently, continuing to play with her hair.
“Oh,” she murmured her face seemingly not too happy.
Fuck, I knew how she felt. After only a night together, I was leaving again. I didn’t want to part from her either…fuck it. “Addie, come with me.”
“What? Really? You never wanted me involved in your business trips,” she said hesitantly.
“That was then. Now I want you there. If I can find some free time, maybe we can do some sightseeing and just spend time together. Look, Addie, I know you want to travel and experience the world. But you have to understand my job doesn’t allow me that much freedom. I can’t travel with you all the time, but I’ll try. For you, I’ll try,” I said as I caressed her face.
“We’ll figure it out. But now,” she jumped up from our bed, “I need to get ready for London. Maybe I’ll text Chantal and let her know I’ll be there?”
“Who’s Chantal?” I asked as I watched my girl walk over to the walk-in closet and take out my old high school gym t-shirt.
“Chantal was the one I met through…” She stopped and I narrowed my eyes.
“Through who?” I hissed.
“I met a man named Sam Turner on the plane ride over to Paris,” she said like it was a natural thing. Like my wife picking up a strange man was completely a natural thing!
“Who the fuck is Sam Turner?” I growled.
“Relax, alpha male. Sam Turner is completely in love with Chantal and vice versa, so why don’t you rein in your testosterone for a minute.” She laughed.
“Addie, you can’t be traveling like you want and meet strange fuckers everywhere. I won’t allow it,” I hissed. Fuck, I was pissed.
“Daimon, you just thoroughly fucked me for, I don't know how many hours,” she said and I grinned. Yes I did. “So please do me the favor and stop being insecure.”
“Says the girl who bit poor Kimberly, the dog walker’s, face off, the first time she was here,” I scoffed.
“That was different,” she snapped.
“Come here.” My voice was low and in control.
“No!” she said defiantly.
“Addie, get your ass here right now!”
“No,” she said, crossing her arms. Before me, Addie wore nothing but my tiny high school gym t-shirt, which rode up just high enough so I could see her beautiful pussy. I licked my lips, anticipating those honey-like juices flowing through down my throat. “Don’t you even think about it, Daimon,” she hissed, but I knew Addie enough to know she wanted it.
“Don’t think about what?” I rose up from the bed and made my way to her.
“I know that look, Daimon,” she said as she started to walk backward.
“And?” I said roughly, keeping my eyes on her pretty pink pussy.
I growled low in my chest as she finally hit a wall. Now she was mine. I caged her, placing my hands on either side of her face. I leaned in close, just shy of her lips. She closed her eyes wanting me to kiss her, but I didn’t. I leisurely slid down, with both my hands scrapping the wall. I was in front of her stunning little mound, her pussy lips already wet and glistening.
“Daimon,” she breathed as she looked down at me. The sound of my name escaping her lips was just fucking heaven. I took my hand off the wall and gently rubbed her pussy lips, my fingers overflowing with her juices. Fuck yes! I pushed her legs wider apart as I bent down and licked her. I looked up to see Addie’s head had fallen back and her eyes were now closed. I loved giving her pleasure. I loved that I could bring her to the brink and make her lose all control. It meant she was mine. My Addie.