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Daimon:Meet me in front of my building in an hourI looked down at his text and cringed. Even his text was dry and cold. I finished breakfast and dressed. I took my time to get ready, Daimon was used to perfect women and I was far from being one. Once I was satisfied with my look, I left.
It was ten o’clock and the asshole wasn’t even here. I sat down on the cement stairs that led to his building. I watched as some workers huddled together, taking their cigarette break. Feeling melancholy, I was thinking I could have been one of them, had I continued with school. I picked up my iPhone and began playing around with it, just to distract myself. I had to admit I had really grown to like this phone. Maybe if I saved up enough money I could get one for Sofia.
“Why are you sitting on the ground?” Daimon hissed. I looked up at him, as I held my phone.
“Well, if you had benches, I would have sat on a bench instead,” I answered sarcastically. He put his hands on his hips and shook his head. He stood over me with his navy blue suit, light blue shirt and dark tie, casting his shadow down onto me.
“Up, Addie,” he ordered, but I continued to sit. “Addie,” he said again, but I kept looking at him, not moving an inch.
“If you want me to get up, you should ask nicely. Remember you’re hypothetically in love with me,” I whispered, grinning. Asshole! You’re at least going to treat me like a man should. He reached down, grabbed my hand and pulled me up.
“I see you dressed up for me. I really like the jean and t-shirt combo you have going on,” he said sarcastically. It hurt to know even when I made an effort it wasn’t good enough for him.
“You said meet you down here. You didn’t specify on what I should wear, master,” I bowed my head a little and yanked my hand away. He took two large steps, almost making me fall over.
“Must you be difficult the whole time we’re together?” he said in a hushed voice.
“If memory serves me correctly, which it usually does, a girlfriend is supposed to be a pain in the ass. I figure I should fit the part perfectly,” I said playfully, Daimon narrowed his eyes. It felt good getting under his skin.
“Follow me,” he hissed.
He barely spoke to me as he led me through the streets of Lower Manhattan. I wasn’t used to Daimon not talking to me. The boy I knew from high school would continuously attack me as much as he could to antagonize me, yet this version of Daimon didn’t.
He finally stopped and pulled a door open for me.
“In,” he said, nudging his head. I stood in front of the store and looked up at the sign.
We stood in front of Prada. I sighed, groaning inwardly. What choice did I have? I went inside and the salesclerk in the store scowled at me as her eyes ran up and down my outfit.
Daimon walked past me and called out to the woman. She rushed toward us the moment he appeared.
“Get her a black dress, one she can wear during the day,” he ordered. He looked around, no doubt for the man chair area.
“Miss, if you would please follow me,” she now smiled and guided me to the changing rooms. Another younger girl followed with various dresses, which were all black. “Um excuse me, but can you please enter the dressing room? I’ll need you to try on these dresses.” The salesclerk smiled again. I hesitated, uncomfortable with her seeing me undress; not everyone knew about the scar on my back and I wasn’t ready to deal with yet another person asking questions. She held the curtain open and looked rather annoyed at me. I finally conceded and stepped inside the changing room.
The moment I pulled off my shirt, she gasped. I hung my head and said nothing. She acted as though she saw nothing and proceeded to ask me if I wanted Daimon to see me in the various dresses. I refused to come out and parade myself in front of him. He didn’t get to decide what I wore. This wasn’t Pretty Woman.
I finally found a dress I loved. It was a black sleeveless turtleneck dress, which fit like a dream, hugging all the right places and, it covered my scar.
“This is the one,” the salesclerk said, smiling.
She gave me a pair of black sling back shoes to match. “You are beautiful,” she reassured me as I looked in the mirror at the stranger looking back at me.
I stepped out and walked over to where he sat while on his phone talking business.
“Yes, Clark, you called?” I heard Daimon say as he spoke on the phone. I watched as he walked around the store touching the clothing. I waited until he was done, not really caring for his approval. He growled and then answered, “Ignore them. Just do as I say—”the moment he turned my way, he stopped in mid-sentence for a mere second, and then he started up again. “And we’ll both get rich.” I bit my lower lip hard. Why did my stomach flutter at that moment?
