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)
“Sure, Daimon. You’re rich, sexy and basically run New York with your companies. I highly doubt women haven’t thrown themselves at you,” I challenged.
“That night I found Rafe and spent New Year’s with him and his friends. Yes, there were women there, but nothing happened, other than a good night kiss to ring in the New Year,” he stated.
“Sure.” I barely believed him. He grew angrier as he glared at me.
“Addie, I can’t do a fucking thing with another girl.” He took out his penis and grabbed my hand and placed it on it. It was hard and pulsated in my hand as he held me there. “You are the only one I get a hard-on for. The way you look at me, the way you call all my bullshit. Nothing gets by you and nothing gets me harder than watching you get angry and lose it on me. So no, I can’t have sex with another woman, because not one can make me as hard as you can.” Taking control of my hand, he moved it up and down his length.
I could have stopped him, but I didn’t.
“My cock craves the warmth of your pussy. Its hot juices as it runs down to my balls.” He continued to jerk himself off with my hand. I wrapped my fingers around him. The sheer size was more than my one hand could take. Daimon still stared at me. “It’s you I want. Not anyone else,” he gritted out. I pushed down harder, making him groan. “Hmm…like that,” he sighed. I continued to pump his cock, watching his face as I played with him. I licked my lips wanting to taste. His eyes rolled in the back of his head and growled as hot cum spurted out over my little white slip. He gave me a quick peck and smiled lazily.
“Today was me; tomorrow it’s you.” he winked.
“What makes you think there will be a tomorrow?” I retorted.
“Addie, I laid out my cards to you, so give me a break. You want this just as much as I do. Tomorrow.”
Daimon left me downstairs. He avoided everything related to his mother and lost himself in a world that didn’t include her. Maybe I was to blame, but watching him hurt so much brought out my need to comfort him, to take him in my arms and take away all that had hurt him.
Tomorrow
“Addie! Get your fine-looking ass down here,” Daimon yelled at the top of his lungs the moment he got back home. “And make sure your ass is dressed. It’s Tuesday and we’re going out!”
It wasn’t enough that I had to get a fucking text from him to be ready but the asshole had to yell for me too.
“I'm not going anywhere,” I shouted from our bedroom couch. Drako had curled himself up nicely on my side as he slept comfortably. The sounds of angry footsteps were now approaching me.
“What? I told you to be ready!” he bit out, but stopped short the moment he saw me in my mini dress. It was ivory with a sleeveless top and flowed down until my waist where it tightened into a sequined mini skirt. It was a bit short, but when I saw it hanging in my closet, I couldn’t help but fall in love with it a little. I stood up and made my way around the couch, smirking to myself at the look on Daimon’s face.
“Nicely played,” he murmured happily from behind me.
“So where pray tell, does master want to take me?” I asked sarcastically.
“Master? I like that.” He smiled devilishly.
“You would,” I said curtly as I left the room.
****
We stopped in front of Per Se, one of the most expensive places in Manhattan. “Why are we here?” I asked, tugging at his coat, looking at the double-sided blue doors.
“Because I'm hungry.” He looked at me incredulously.
“Daimon, why can’t we just go somewhere…more low key?” I asked uneasy about coming to a place like this. Not that the food wasn’t great. I'm sure it was but the city was full of places to go and he always saw fit to take us to the most expensive restaurants the city could offer.
“I’ll let you choose next time,” he said, taking my hand and dragging me in.
The place was as beautiful as I expected, with its pure white trims and perfectly placed tables. We were led to a table in the back of the restaurant, away from prying eyes. The waiter held out my chair and waited for me to be seated. I took a deep breath and sat down. I hated when he took me to places like this. I always felt out of place. He then handed me a large leather binder. I opened it to see the tasting menu. Daimon was handed an iPad with the restaurant’s wine list. He murmured something to the waiter and both the iPad and menus were taken from the table.