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“That was a good movie,” he smiled as the credits rolled on the TV.
“It was. I loved it.” Sofia smiled widely at Dad.
“I better go to sleep. I’ll open the store tomorrow. Why don’t you go for a run? You haven’t run in weeks Addie,” he said as he stood up and patted me on the shoulder.
“Maybe,” I said meekly. It’s true; I hadn’t gone on a run in weeks. I couldn’t, I was too busy, with my two jobs and my pseudo boyfriend. Sofia waited until Dad was in the bathroom to actually start to speak to me.
“What did Daimon mean about Frank?” she asked.
“Nothing. He meant nothing,” I said curtly.
“You know what? I'm glad I'm going to Yale. At least I’ll get the hell away from you and all this,” she hissed as she stood up and nearly ran up the stairs.
I sunk even lower into the armchair and raised my legs up to my body, hugging myself. That’s right, Sofia. I want you to hate me so you can leave and never look back. I felt my phone vibrate. I reached behind me and took it out of my back pocket.Daimon:R u still up?Daimon had texted me, I guess our date night wasn’t called off.Me:Yes why?Daimon:Meet me out frontWhat was he doing here? I looked at my phone it was just past eleven. I was too exhausted to go out, but I had no choice. I reached my door and took a hoodie I had hanging there and put it on. Maybe if he saw how sloppy I looked he’d leave me the hell alone tonight. I opened the door. The night was cold, strange since it was the beginning of summer. I walked down my little pathway to see Daimon leaning up against his car waiting for me. I opened my gate and made my way closer to him. He reached out his arms and took me in a hug. I stiffened and pushed him back.
“What the fuck?” I hissed.
“Am I that disgusting to you that you need to push me away?” he asked.
“You have to give me fair warning when you do that.” I stood stupefied at how natural it felt, having his arms around me.
“You looked so pitiful that I couldn’t help it.” Ah, the famous Daimon was now back.
“I'm glad you pity me, I wonder how you would treat me if you didn’t,” I remarked.
“How’s your dad?” he asked leaning back onto his car.
“Are you serious?” I asked.
“Yes.” He looked affronted. I walked up to him and placed my hand on his forehead. “What are you doing?” he asked.
“Checking to see if you have a fever.” I laughed a little, putting my hand back into the pocket of my hoodie. He tried looking at my face, but I made it hard for him. The marks were now almost gone, but the bitch hit me hard. I could still feel it on my face even though it didn’t show.
“So as you can see I let you slide for today,” he said, shaking his head and giving up on trying to see if my face was all healed up.
“Yeah thanks,” I muttered under my breath.
“Don’t thank me so soon, Addie,” he smirked. “I want you to meet my family,” he said with a smile.
“That wasn’t part of the deal,” I hissed.
“Yeah, well, shit happens,” he shrugged.
“Daimon, I’m not meeting your parents,” I challenged.
“I let you go early from last week’s gala. I let you off the hook for today. Tomorrow you will come over and meet my fucking family and you will act loving and adoring,” he said grimly. “So much so it will be sickening.”
“You fucking asshole! You did that on purpose so that you could have one up on me,” I said coldly.
“Think what you want,” he said bluntly.
“You’re an asshole,” I said bitterly.
“Addie, don’t fucking push me.” He took one menacing step closer to me. “I will be back tomorrow to pick you up. Where are you going to be? At work or at home?” he asked waiting.
“Where do you think?” I shouted.
“I’ll pick you up at four then.” He took out his key, beeped his car alarm and slid inside. He drove off, leaving me there. Great! There goes my run. I headed inside and walked up to my father’s room.
“Daddy?” I called out softly.
“Yes?”
“Daimon wants me to meet his family tomorrow. I’ll open the diner and you and Sofia can close it.”
“Okay, Addie. Goodnight.”
I stalked off to my room and threw myself onto the bed. Damn it all to hell.THE MANSIONDaimon had sent me a pencil skirt all in black with a white sleeveless lace shirt and a jacket to match. Nothing to expose my back, I guess the debacle at the gala had taught him that much.
“He has good taste,” Silvia said as she looked over my suit.
