Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 87967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
“Let me explain,” he said out of breath.
“We agreed that it wouldn’t happen in our home,” I yelled. “You promised me!” I poked at him, but then I pulled back disgusted by the mere sight of him. “Get out of my way, you disgusting bastard,” I shouted. I didn’t realize it, but I had begun to cry.
“Addie, just sit down and let me explain,” he pleaded.
“Explain? Explain what? What I saw was pretty self-explanatory,” I snapped. Daimon let out a breath and tried to reach for my face, but I slapped his hand away. “You don’t ever get to touch me again, and since you broke the rules first, I will make sure one of your rules gets broken as well,” I seethed and pushed him out of my way.
A Broken Rule
I walked Drako up and down the pier. It was mid-November and it was bloody cold. I simply left the penthouse, not thinking about taking a jacket. All I had on me was the sweater I had worn at the hotel. Drako whined and I knew I needed to head back. I wiped the tears I had shed. It hurt so fucking bad seeing Daimon with someone else. I knew we had discussed that he and I would be able to have our ‘extracurricular activities’, but the reality was I was going to be faithful. I didn’t even think about anyone else but him. I guessed with the way things turned out, I could.
I slowly made it back to the building. Phil was no longer there, but a younger version of him was. He nodded and opened the door for me. I walked passed a smiling Lenny, and headed to the elevator. My insides were rumbling. I hadn’t eaten since the day before. Once the elevator doors opened to the penthouse, Drako ran inside. I guess I froze the poor puppy. Daimon came almost running toward me, his face panicked.
“Where the hell were you?” he asked. He pulled at my arms and felt the cold on me. I pulled back. The mere sight of him made me want to vomit.
“Don’t touch me,” I said, my tone serious as I walked passed him.
“Addie. Yell at me, scream at me, but just don’t fucking walk away from me,” he pleaded.
I continued on my way up the stairs, not bothering to answer.
I heard him sigh heavily. I found the spare room and made myself comfortable, and lay on the bed. The room was cold and dark, but I was tired and emotionally spent. After what seemed like an hour, Daimon came barging in waking me up.
“What the hell are you doing here?” he asked, annoyed.
“Sleeping. It’s an innate human behavior,” I said as I turned to face the wall.
“You are supposed to be in our bed,” he barked.
“Fuck off, Daimon,” I said quietly, as I tried to get back to sleep. Daimon wouldn’t have it. He headed into the room and bundled me up in the duvet and threw me over his shoulder.
“Let go of me!” I shouted and kicked, flailing my body around.
“Not on your life,” he said, as he threw me onto his bed.
I managed to unwrap myself from the covers and found Daimon standing at the door, blocking me from leaving.
“I told you that if you get to break the rules, so do I! I’m not sleeping in your bed,” I yelled.
“You are mine now! You WILL sleep next to me and you WILL like it,” he ordered spitefully.
“Ha! You think by bullying me into submission that I will do what you like? That I’ll just forgive you and forget the sight of you getting a FUCKING BLOW JOB! The mere sight of you disgusts me. The very notion of even being friends is now so far gone, Daimon, that I can’t even think straight or even see you right now,” I shouted. “Now, get the hell out of my way,” I bit out as I stood up.
“Sure, Addie, go.” Daimon moved out of my way. I went for the door, but it wouldn’t open.
“You locked it? How old are you?” I cried out.
“Addie, just hear me out,” Daimon started.
“Son of a…fine! What can you possibly say, Daimon? What?” I snapped, flinging my hands up in the air.
“It didn’t happen the way you think—” he started.
“Oh, it didn’t? I’m sorry. I got confused. She was on her knees servicing your dick, right? I can see where the confusion lies,” I said sarcastically.
“Fuck. We had a deal. Why does it matter who I do what with?” Daimon barked.
“First off, it was the first day we were married! Secondly, we said not in our home!” I shouted.
“I fucking couldn’t do it!” he roared out of frustration. “I tried. Goddammit, did I try, but all I kept feeling was guilt. It was your fault for starting it this morning with your fucking corset,” he berated me.