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)
“Yes. Once she died, I needed to work. We had no other choice,” I said meekly. Daimon continued to stare at me; the sounds around the room were now muffled. His powerful glare and his intimidating posture, made me feel meek and small. I sunk back trying hard to hide behind Daimon. I not only wanted to shield myself from his mother’s constant barrage of questions but also from Daimon’s frightening demeanor. I watched as Clara snickered when she reached for her glass of wine.
“Are the unnecessary questions done? I mean whatever happened to the regular getting to know you questions?” Daimon said harshly as he turned back.
“Darling, I'm just asking her a few questions. If you were so afraid of that, then you shouldn’t have brought her here,” Cindy said calmly.
“You’re right, I'm sorry.” Daimon said.
“It’s quite all right, honey,” she said smugly.
“Not you,” he said to her in a cold manner. “You were right and I'm sorry I brought you here,” Daimon said as he turned to me. “Well we’re here now, so we might as well enjoy the food.” Daimon pulled me up from the couch and yanked me out the room. We didn’t stop until we reached the kitchen. All the staff who were working ran out, leaving Daimon and I alone.
“Why didn’t you tell me about your mother?” Daimon bit out.
“It isn’t something I easily talk about,” I said under my breath. “Besides, it’s your fault I'm here. If you didn’t have this weird need to control everything, I wouldn’t have been subjected to that,” I hissed and pointed to the door leading to the room we were in.
“You think I did it to control you? You always fucking think the worse of me. You tell me to trust you, but you’re the one who fucking doesn’t trust me. So I wanted you here, so what? So it wasn’t part of the contract, what’s the fucking big deal? I brought you here because you make it bearable. I hate being around them, but with you here, I at least have my own person with me,” Daimon said bluntly as he hit his chest.
“Trust? You want to talk about trust? You’re the one who can’t be fucking trusted. You do everything for your personal gain and nothing else,” I shouted in a hushed voice.
“Me? You’re the one who never told me about your mother’s passing. Had you told me I could have prevented that,” he said outraged, pointing to the living room.
“You think too highly of yourself, Daimon. I doubt you could handle your parents, remember?” I alluded to him having to marry Clara.
We both stood glaring, both of us breathing erratically. Our hissing match was interrupted by the sounds of high heels knocking on the handcrafted ceramic floors. Someone was coming. But Daimon and I didn’t move an inch, neither one of us wanting to give way to the other.
“Daimon?” Clara sang.
“Oh hark, do I hear the future wifey calling you?” I mocked, as her steps were growing louder.
Daimon looked fiercely at me as he reached for the back of my neck and dragged me in. Our lips met and our teeth hit, as he forced a stiff kiss on me. I tried to fight him off, but he fought harder. I had to stop it. I could hear her coming closer. His lips were firm as they moved fervently against my mouth. He held my face with both hands, feverishly kissing me. I needed to play my part, I kept saying to myself, as my body eased into it and gave in, kissing him back as hard as he was kissing me. I grabbed at his shirt and pulled him in, seeking his taste. He growled at my possessiveness. I was lost in his intoxicating flavor, a mix of whiskey and man.
“What the fuck!” Clara shouted. I pulled back, Daimon’s hands still held onto my face, but I pushed him off. What the fuck just happened? I thought as I tried to catch my breath.
“Do you mind Clara?” he snapped.
“Obviously, you don’t,” she hissed. Daimon looked down at me, but I looked away. I couldn’t face him right now.
“Clara, do you mind telling me what your fucking problem is? Was it necessary for you to tell them about Addie? How old are you, really?” he said annoyed.
“What? The little bitch told you I hit her, is that it?” she challenged.
“It was her?” Daimon thumbed toward her as he asked me.
“I told you it wasn’t anyone of importance,” I said still not looking at him.
“You listen here.” Daimon nearly leaped toward her, but I instinctively pulled him back. “You stay the hell away from my Addie,” he threatened as he pointed at her.
“Please, your Addie. What is it with you two, you own her, and she owns you. Don’t you care that I want you?” she glared at me.