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)
Daimon laid his glorious naked body on the bed as I rode him. He pressed me down nearly stopping me from moving. My slow short pace was pushing him over the edge as he grabbed onto my hair and neck, pulling me down kissing me as I fucked him. “Fuck, Addie,” he gritted out as he suddenly came. I rode him, knowing I was close. I mewled as my release came unannounced.
“I guess we both couldn’t last long,” he mocked, holding me down to his chest. “We are made for each other and this just proves it.”
I lay breathless on his hard chest, fading into his embrace, silently agreeing with him.
“I had something else planned, but I guess I should plan it for another day,” I murmured.
“Really? You are quite the kinky little girl. I love it. But what you did today was perfect. You looked so stunning and beautiful,” he murmured. I pulled up and stared down at him. “Don’t look at me like that, you did and you still do,” he said as he moved his hand up my belly to my breast, then up to my face. I leaned in slightly welcoming his embrace. He then lowered his hand back to my chest just above my heart.
“You shouldn’t say things like that,” I whispered as I placed my hand over his and held it there.
“Why?”
“Because I’ll start believing it,” I said quietly.
“Then believe it, because that’s how I see you.”
The Truth
I never honestly believed I’d reach a time in my life when everything was perfect, but in my world, at that time, it was. Everything seemed to fall into place.
Sofia had grown into her own, living her life. I spoke to her nearly every day on Skype or by text. She would tell me all about her new world and how exciting it was. My father had also changed. He was even talking about going to Greece, finally seeing his family after so many years. He looked healthy and strong. His laughter was never forced or pained like before, but rather light and true.
As for Daimon and me, that took on a life of its own. Every day we fought, but made up. We laughed and teased, finally coming together in a simple way, like it was always meant to be. Being with professional Daimon was challenging. Going to galas and dinners, trying my best to fit into his world, wanting to help him, were at times beyond what I could do, but I tried anyway. For Daimon, I would do more, because he gave me my life back. He gave me a new lease and a way to finally change. Daimon still hated Darren’s presence, but finally relented when it came to our friendship. It wasn’t like I gave him much of a choice. If I had to deal with Linda in his life, then he had to deal with Darren being in mine.
Linda didn’t pose much of a threat to me, not anymore, because I knew Daimon loved me and only me. The last time I saw her, I smiled and was polite, but made sure she knew where she stood, never to cross my lines again. Daimon laughed, saying that the strong Addie was alive and well. I finally was alive and well, no longer living day to day, lost in past remorseful feelings of guilt and pain. It would always be a part of me but only as a reminder never to be like that again.
Summer was nearing an end and school was due to start; in a month’s time, I would be a new student at NYU. I was beyond happy about it. I sat quietly in a café after Elissa had just left from our day of shopping. My mind wondered as I smiled, watching people pass by the café’s window. That’s until I saw the reflection of Daimon’s father standing behind me.
“Addie,” he said quietly as he stood close enough that I could smell his overpowering cologne. I turned my head as he pulled out the very seat my close friend shared with me. He placed his paper cup down onto the wooden table and crossed his legs, putting his hands on his knees.
“How has my daughter-in-law been?” His voice was curt. I hated to admit it, but Daimon’s cruelness stemmed from his father.
“Fine and how have you been?” I asked to be polite.
“I’ve been better.” He smiled a hint of a menacing soul just lingering behind. “I see my son has done quite well for himself.” He released his fingers and grabbed onto his coffee.
“Daimon works hard,” I said sternly.
“He does. It’s too bad he didn’t take my advice to marry Clara. He would have had a lot more money at his disposal, but I guess you will have to do now,” he noted callously.