Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 69488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
The day Addie found out the truth was the day my world became desolate and bleak. Her big, beautiful hazel eyes, with hints of green, glistened as tears brimmed. That look would haunt me until the day I died. I’d never forget her demanding I tell the truth, that if I told her it wasn’t true, she’d believe me. But I couldn’t lie to her anymore. I wanted more with Addie and the lie would only take away the sweet heart that beat inside her. I needed to man up, so I figured I’d tell her and deal with the consequences now rather than later. I know what I did, but fuck it. I did all for her. I was scared she’d leave me. It terrified me the most. I finally knew what it meant to love someone, yet I fucked it all up.
When the word divorce escaped her lips, it was as if I was shot. She said she wouldn’t leave me, but then again, she didn’t know the whole truth about the type of bastard I was. Once I admitted just how much I loved her, there was no fucking way I could force her to stay. The old Daimon would have. The old Daimon would have made her stay right next to him, nailing her to his side, but she changed me. I was no longer the selfish prick I was before. So I let her go. I let the one thing that let me feel truly loved out of my life.
Wedding Anniversary
I stepped outside Darren's bar. The fucker always pissed me off when it came to Addie, acting like he was her protector. I would watch her and Darren together when she worked here. They looked so happy and at ease in each other’s company. I hated every minute she was with him. I was afraid that each minute she spent with him was a minute closer to choosing him and a minute away from losing her.
It pissed me off to see her the way she looked back then. Not only was it ridiculous having her work two fucking jobs, but the fucker, my friend, my best friend decided to work her into the ground instead of helping her. She looked exhausted, overworked and underpaid. Darren didn’t realize he didn’t help matters by hiring her. The asshole even thought he was helping her. The funny thing was, before Addie, he was my friend. Now every time I saw him, I couldn’t help but see someone trying to take her away from me. If I was a better man, I would let him, but I'm not. Addie, for whatever reason, was mine and no one could have her but me. I knew from the beginning this was going to be a fight and I never wanted one with Darren. I loved him as a brother, but Addie, Addie was mine.
The night was crispy and cold but these ridiculous women still stood outside in barely nothing to get into the over-packed bar. Once outside, two women were eyeing me, their hungry little eyes eating me up. I watched as one approached, but I didn't stay. Before Addie, these things happened often. My nights were filled with various women, but once she entered my life, once I had her by my side—her little body sleeping next to me—there was no fucking way I could even look at a woman or want one the way I needed Addie.
When I first walked into her rundown diner, I felt her presence as it took over me. I finally felt alive. Addie was the breath to my soul, the air that filled my lungs. This girl was no longer young and innocent. She was a stunning, sexy and strong woman, and I wanted every part of her.
It pissed me off when I discovered she didn’t get to go to school. It pissed me off even more when I found out she would be working two jobs, trying to pay her family’s bills. What the fuck was wrong with them? She was one person. Not a pack mule. No girl of mine was going to suffer when I had so much.
I left there angry, not because she was playing a game with me, but because my Addie was suffocating, and I couldn’t just stand there and watch. Long gone were those eyes I saw in high school. Instead, dead eyes replaced them, riling her. Whatever the fuck was going on with my Addie was slowly killing her and it pissed me the fuck off. My arms wanted to reach out to her and take her home. I wanted to lay her down in my bed and hold her every night until her demons disappeared.
In the beginning of our fake relationship, it was rough. I needed her touch but she was playing my girlfriend. The thing was, the little seductress knew exactly how to give me a hard on. Every time she swore at me, my dick throbbed. Bastard, prick, asshole rolled off her tongue so easily. The more she pushed me away, the more I wanted to own her. But Addie always ran from me. My body only had a small taste of her when she had kissed me and fuck it if I didn’t want more. I would sit up all night thinking of her with a fucking hard-on from hell. My cock ached every time she was around and stirred when she laughed. This stupid deal I made with her was going to kill me. Me and my fucked-up trust issues. As much as I gladly gave Addie my heart, I was scared shitless about her leaving my world.