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“Enough,” he shouted.
“I thought for some stupid reason I was different, special, I realize I'm not. I'm just one of many in Daimon Evans’ life,” I chuckled and looked away from him.
“Fuck me,” he said in a harsh tone. “What do you want, Addie? For me to shout on the rooftops? You want some sort of scripted bullshit that they do in movies? You are not in the line of many, you are my Addie. The only one who has ever owned my fucking heart. I get it. Don’t think I don’t. I’d rather no man had every touched that sweet fucking heat that is now mine, but that’s not the reality. You and I are the reality, now on this plane, heading for our honeymoon. Do you understand me?” he said bluntly. “Look at me, goddamn it,” he ordered. I looked over. Daimon’s face was fierce and cold; his eyes were like clear ice. “Addie, what more do you want?”
Daimon was right, my irrational way of thinking didn’t help what we were trying to build, yet I was letting jealousy rule me. Day two of this wonderful trip and I’d already fucked it all up.
“You’re right. I’m sorry,” I murmured.
“What did you say?” he voice sounded lighter than before.
“I said, I was sorry,” I said a little louder.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t get that. What was that again?” he teased. Seeing him smile eased my heart.
“I SAID, I WAS SORRY!” I shouted and chuckled.
“That was a little too loud for me. I didn’t…”
“Daimon!”
“Okay, okay, I’ll stop. It’s not often the all great and powerful Addie says sorry.” He smiled and walked over to me.
“Well, I am.” I pouted as he knelt before me.
“You shouldn’t be,” he said as caressed my hair.
“Why?”
“Because if what you told me is true, I'm ready to kill those men.”
“It’s not all true,” I admitted. Daimon narrowed his eyes.
“I at least know Vermont isn’t true. You would never leave the diner. But man, did that one get to me.”
“Why?”
“Seeing you in the forest, naked before me, readying for my cock. Yeah, that one is mine,” he winked and smiled wickedly.
“You’re such a bastard.” I shook my head at him.
“The movie theater can’t be true. My Addie isn’t a risk taker like that,” Daimon said, watching me. I bit my lip and smiled.
“Addie?” Daimon waited.
“Mr. Evans, the pilot said we need to leave now. It’s our turn on the runway.” Mitch came back into the main cabin.
“Fine,” Daimon hissed as he continued to glare at me. “Addie, tell me,” Daimon insisted, but I said nothing.
“Mr. Evans, you will need to sit down,” Mitch implored.
“Daimon, you heard the man, go and sit.” I smiled, not letting him in on my secret.
“You are so getting a punishment when we get off this plane,” Daimon said in a harsh tone.Bora BoraThe moment I got off the flight, I understood why people always wanted to visit. The heat was scorching hot. The sun was bright and burned your skin while the air was clean and crisp. I was exhausted from the nearly twenty-four-hour flight. I didn’t remember much after I sat inside the car that was awaiting us at the airport. All I could remember was leaning on Daimon’s shoulder.I stretched out my arms over my head. My body ached as I moved on the soft bed I was laying on; Daimon’s arm was across my belly as he slept next to me. The sun was setting and soft colors of pink and blues were painted across the sky. I rose up slowly not to wake him. My eyes filled with wonder as I made my way to the patio sliding glass doors. I pulled the door open and let in the warm air from outside. I smiled quietly to myself, completely thrown by all that was around me.
“I’m guessing by your small laughter you’re happy.” Daimon rose up from the bed and rested on his elbows.
“This is incredible,” I breathed, looking out to the view in front of our waterfront villa.
“I know it was nicer before when I carried you into the room. You realize you’re heavy,” he noted as he got up and walked over to me.
“Classic Daimon,” I murmured. He wrapped his arms around my waist and nuzzled his head into my neck.
“I’m glad you love it. All I ever want is for you to be happy,” Daimon said softly.
“Is this really our room?” I asked, taken aback as I looked around the huge villa.
“Do I make money?” he retorted. “Yes Addie, it’s our room. All two thousand seven hundred square feet of it is all ours; including the salt sea pool and our own private access to the barrier reef out there.” He held on tighter.
“I can’t swim very well,” I admitted.
“Then I’ll teach you,” he said softly as he nibbled at my ear. “It’s not your fault. You’re Addie,” he teased, but I elbowed him.
