Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77372 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77372 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
He looked down at me. The intensity of his light blue eyes nearly took my breath away. Easy girl. I had to remind myself this wasn’t real. I had to understand we were going to end this sometime soon. When? I didn’t know exactly, but Daimon had said that he would let me know.
“Addie?” he murmured.
“Hmm…sorry. Yeah, I’ll be ready in a few.” I forced myself to leave his presence and headed up to my bedroom.
“Nothing fancy, just some jeans and a t-shirt,” he called after me.
I hurried up, worried Sofia might say something. I washed my face and applied some mascara. I didn’t know what to do with my hair so I put it up in a ponytail. Once I finished, I ran down the stairs to an awaiting Daimon who had his hands in his pockets and was leaning up against my doorway.
“Ready?” he asked.
“Ready,” I said. “Sofia, make sure you lock the door up. Daddy should be here any minute.” I called out to her, but she didn’t respond.
“She’s very… you,” he said laughing.
“What are you trying to say?” I asked.
“She seems like a stubborn pain in the ass,” he offered.
“Thanks,” I scoffed.
“Well, she seems to take after you,” he said playfully.
He led me to his car and opened the door for me. This was new, the Daimon I knew never opened doors unless...
“Is there someone watching us?” I asked, looking around.
“What?” he asked.
“You know, your father? Do they have someone watching you to see if we’re really dating?” I asked seriously.
“No. Why?” he asked, holding back his laughter.
“Well you opened the door for me and you’re being nice. To be honest, it’s kind of freaking me out,” I admitted.
“Shit happens, Addie, sometimes I can be nice,” he rolled his eyes.
Daimon drove us to his penthouse. The same jolly man opened the door for me and helped me out. Daimon handed the keys to him and started to make his way inside.
“Daimon?” I tugged at his suit jacket.
“What?” He looked down at me.
“Shouldn’t we be going out? I mean, aren’t people supposed to see us?” I asked pointing down the street.
“Addie, I had a long day and I still haven’t been able to come home. How about this?” He put his hands in his pockets and leaned down to my level. “How about we let everyone think you’re here in my home fucking me? That way I can eat and sleep in peace,” he winked.
“Daimon, don’t you dare make me regret contacting you. I did it so it would be easier for me,” I hissed.
He took out his right hand from his pocket and grabbed my wrist, pulling me inside. We passed through the lavish lobby and made our way to the elevator. Daimon took out his cardkey and placed it in the slot. He then pressed the button to call the elevator down.
“Don’t be difficult and just do this,” he muttered.
The elevator doors opened and Daimon threw me inside. He pressed for the top floor and leaned against the railing. We rode up in silence. I was cursing myself for being stupid and trying to preempt his attempt to ask me out on a day I couldn’t make it. The doors opened and little Drako came running to us. He happily kept jumping up trying to get me to play with him.
“It’s funny, Drako hates everyone, but not you,” Daimon said in passing. “Are you hungry? ‘Cause I'm famished. Pizza okay?” he asked, taking off his tie.
“Sure,” I said quietly as I knelt down and began scratching Drako’s belly.
He ordered the pizza, went upstairs to shower and change. I leisurely walked through his home, afraid I might break something expensive. His home was cold and dry. Black furniture with black accents, nothing with any warmth expect for little Drako. The tiny chocolate lab was cute and lively. He wagged his tail every time I looked at him. Daimon came down his stairs with a small towel draped over his head, drying off his hair.
“Why are you not sitting?” he asked as he took of the towel. His hair was no longer gelled back or perfectly coiffed, but tousled around wet and free. I watched as it fell loosely around his face. It was long on top and got shorter around the nape of his neck.
“I—was—looking around,” I stammered moving my eyes away from him.
“Like anything?” he asked, smiling.
“Your place… it’s nice,” I said.
“I’m glad you like it.” He walked over to his massive fridge and opened it. “Water?” he offered.
“Yeah, sure.” I walked over to him as he reached out and gave me the bottle. I started drinking the water, waiting for the other shoe to drop. Daimon wasn’t usually this nice. “You seem rested. Did you sleep when you got home?” Daimon asked, watching me drink my water.