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“I know. He’s so dark and so…broken. I can’t figure him out sometimes,” I admitted softly as I played with what was left of my cookie.
“Don’t. You live your life, Addie. Fuck him if he can’t deal with you.”
“Do you mind if I stay at your place for tonight?” I asked.
“You and Daimon fighting, a reality show for my eyes only? Of course you can.” She stuck out her tongue.
“Thanks.”
“Anytime, babe.”
****
After our little shopping spree, Elissa and I ended up at her place eating pizza. She put on the movie The Princess Bride. She had said that every time Westley said, ‘As you wish,’ we had to take a shot of vodka, the shot of whisky was reserved for Montoya and every time he said, ‘Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die.’ By the end of it, I was completely drunk. I didn’t even know when I was exactly supposed to take a shot, but whenever Elissa gave me one, I did it. At one point, I vaguely heard my phone ringing, but I ignored it, no longer caring about Daimon’s issues and what happened between us.
Elissa and I both passed out on the floor where we were sitting. I grunted as I woke up, my body protesting the awkward position I was in. I reached out and took my purse, finally finding my phone. I had eight missed phone calls and ten texts.
Daimon:Where r u?
Daimon:Addie, pick up the fucking phone!
Daimon:Addie, get ur ass home NOW!
Daimon:u better call me!
Daimon:Addie, where the fuck r u?!
Daimon:I get it I was wrong to leave. call me
Daimon:Fuck, Addie, don’t be such a bitch just call me
Daimon:R u with Darren?
Daimon:I cant find u anywhere
Daimon:Addie, please just call me
Daimon:im worried, just text to tell me ur ok
Daimon:im sorry about last night and how I left. im really worried so pls just call me
I scrolled through my messages. He sent one every hour. I stared at them wondering what to do. I finally caved in and texted him back.
Me:Im alive & fine
My phone rang almost immediately afterward.
“Hello?” I answered, my voice croaky.
“Where in the fucking hell are you?” he seethed.
“Out. Why?” I asked.
“I’ve called you and texted. I thought something happened to you.”
“Did I call or text you once when you decided to leave?” I asked, knowing he knew the answer. “So don’t fucking bother me when I’m not home.” I hung up on him and shut off my phone.
“I see Mr. Daimon woke you up?” Elissa said groggily.
“Yeah, sorry if I woke you.”
“I told you this is free TV for me. I’m fine with it.” She stretched and stood up; her hair messy while her clothes clung to her.
“Are you going to go back now?” she asked as she opened a bottle of water.
“Not sure yet,” I muttered.
“Just stop and go back. You have him right where you want him. On his knees,” she smirked.
After I washed up, I headed out and decided to walk back to the penthouse. It was far but I needed to clear my head with all the muddy ideas whirling around.
“Mrs. Evans,” Phil said, holding the door open for me. “You’re out and about early this morning,” he smiled.
“I like mornings,” I smiled back. I walked inside and tried my best to avoid Lenny, only because he was there when Darren came. He witnessed the whole thing between the three of us.
“Mrs. Evans,” Lenny said as I passed him.
“Hello,” I nodded as I walked straight to the elevator.
“Hey, boy, sorry I didn’t walk you this morning,” I said to Drako as I petted him.
“It’s fine. I walked him,” Daimon said as he stood in the foyer. I barely acknowledged him as I kicked off my shoes and tried to head inside, but Daimon being Daimon wasn’t having any of that.
“Where were you last night?” he asked blocking my path.
“Out,” I bit out.
“I went out and I couldn’t find you,” he hissed.
“What?”
“Just tell me,” he insisted.
“No,” I said defiantly.
“Addie…”
“You don’t get to tell me a single thing. I was out doing what I wanted. So do me the favor and step aside. I need a shower. I feel dirty from last night.” I smirked, knowing it would get under his skin. He lowered his head and glared at me.
“Fine go,” he gritted though his teeth.
I moved past him only to be grabbed by my arms and pulled back. He pushed me up against the wall and pressed his body against mine, pinning me against him.
“Just tell me you weren’t with another man,” he breathed, his low voice beckoning for an answer. “Tell me.”
I closed my eyes, willing myself not to give in to his very presence.
“No,” I murmured.
“No, you’re not telling me or no, you weren’t?”
I opened my eyes and looked into his. Their usual determination was replaced by doubt and worry.
