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The limo finally stopped and the driver got out of the car opening the door, Daimon stepped out, extending his hand, waiting for me. I reached up and took it. I was feeling nervous since I hardly knew where he was taking me. Once I was out, I saw we were in front of the Ritz Carlton.
“There’s a benefit my company is holding tonight,” he whispered in my ear. “Play your part right, Addie, and I promise you I will make it worth your while,” he said as he held my hand tightly.
Why did he always reduce everything to money? I would have done what he had asked of me, even without this stupid incentive he placed over my head. Now no matter what I did, it would seem I did it for more money.
I held onto his hand, nervous that I might screw something up for him. The doors opened and we headed inside to an elegant banquet. Tall glass tables dotted the area, as people placed their drinks on top of them. Soft pink lighting glowed from the bottom, lighting up the tables. Beautifully arranged bouquets of pink roses and freesia were placed all around with small candles. A live band was playing jazz with a female lead singer softly singing, “The Man I Love.”
“Evans,” called out a man who was close to our age.
“Philips, how are you?” Daimon extended his free hand and shook his.
“Good, good. So this is the little Addie that I hear you have now.” Philips must have said it to take a jab at Daimon.
“Careful, Philips, this is the girl I love,” Daimon snarled.
“Sorry man, I just thought—”
“I don’t give a shit what you thought,” Daimon barked.
“Baby,” I said quietly. Daimon turned and looked at me, gauging what I was about to say. “Do you want to dance?” I asked. I saw some guests were already dancing and I figured it would be the best way to get him away from what was about to happen. “Please,” I smiled.
“Okay, Addie, whatever you want,” he relented and took me to the dance floor. Daimon’s arm around my waist caused my body to be on high alert.
I could feel the heat, which emanated from his touch; it slowly moved through my body, gradually igniting something inside me that had lain dormant for years. I steadied myself in his arms, trying hard to ignore the onlookers who were staring at us. My eyes darted back and forth, but Daimon’s only looked at me. I eased into his embrace and leisurely wrapped my hand around his neck. He grinned a cocky little grin, and inched me closer to his body. I smiled and acted like I relished his attention, just like he wanted me to.
“You look beautiful, Addie,” Daimon murmured softly to me.
“Thanks,” I said quietly. I could feel myself starting to blush.
“You would look beautiful since I paid so much money for the dress,” he jabbed. I glared at him and tried to move away, but he held on tight.
“Go screw yourself, Daimon,” I said in a hushed voice. He smiled widely as he looked at me.
“Daimon?” Clara asked as she saw us dancing. Her hot little pink number hurt my eyes.
“You brought her here? Why?” she asked annoyed.
“Hello, Clara. How are you?” Daimon asked as we stopped dancing, but he continued to hold my hand, placing me behind him.
“Not fine, since I saw you brought in the trash and lowered the standards of our society,” she hissed. I rolled my eyes at her sad attempt.
Daimon brought my hand to his lips and kissed it. “Lover, go and get me a drink. I have a feeling I'm going to need it now,” he offered me a smile and I agreed.
“Should I bring you one more to spill on her?” I asked in a bitchy tone.
“I would love to, but not tonight. I don’t want to stoop to idiotic behavior because of her,” he said in front of her like she wasn’t even there.
“Idiotic behavior is bringing someone like her here,” Clara spat out, pointing at me.
I left them to their bickering. No wonder Daimon didn’t want to marry her, the girl was seriously troubled.
“Hey, Addie.” I turned to see Rafe by the bar. “I see Daimon brought you here.” He looked impressed.
“Why wouldn’t he?” I asked with annoyance evident in my voice. If I was playing his girlfriend shouldn’t I be here?
“He never brings his girls out to society dinners,” Rafe said, taking a sip of his drink.
“Well, I'm not just any girl,” I fired back, irritated by everyone’s comments.
“No. No you’re not. You’re Addie. You’re Daimon’s girl,” Rafe confirmed.
“Rafe, don’t you be boring her with your crap,” Daimon said as he reached and took his drink in one hand and me in other.
“So what happened to Clara?” Rafe asked, pointing at her.
