Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 69488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
“NOW!” I shouted at her. She narrowed her eyes at me. “Addie, I'm waiting.” I pushed. She hesitated but finally came into our room.
“What is your problem, master?” she bit out.
“My problem is you,” I said roughly as I slammed the door.
“What?”
“Why the fuck did you slink away? Are we back to the old Addie? ‘Cause I know there’s no way she could exist anymore.” My anger getting the better of me, it always did when it came to Addie. Yeah, I was pissed at the others. Yes, I ruined companies, took other people’s livelihood and wouldn’t even flinch about it, but I never would ever get as angry as I would when it came to Addie.
“Oh, my God, I knew you were crazy, but I never thought you were this crazy. Why? ‘Cause I was nervous meeting the hotel manager? So what? I have a hard time meeting strangers, especially when this is the first time, and let me tell you this will be the last time I come on a business trip,” she snapped.
“And?” What the hell was she talking about? I wanted her here.
“I didn’t want to fuck anything up, you asshole,” she fired back.
“Addie, you can’t fuck anything up. You’re you. You’re perfect. I fuck things up, remember?” I grunted. “I don't ever want to see you do that again. When we are together and I meet a business associate or anyone for that matter, you stand next to me. You will stand proudly next to me because you are my wife. My wife. Understand?” I said fiercely.
“Daimon…” she said meekly.
“No! I love you, in my own fucked up way I know, but I love you, and I don’t ever want my woman hiding away,” I said gruffly as I hit my chest. Addie’s eyes softened and her stance became more relaxed as a soft smile appeared on her face.
“Daimon…” she stopped as she stepped closer. I watched her. God, I was so pissed at her. “Daimon, I'm not going to say sorry, but I am going to say thank you.” she smiled sweetly. What?
“You are going to apologize,” I ordered.
“No, I'm not,” she fought back.
“Addie—” Her phone rang. “You better think again, little Addie,” I warned her, but she looked right at me. The little vixen was getting under my skin when it was me who wanted to do that to her. She didn’t even bat an eye at my threats. She only smiled as she reached for her back pocket and took out her phone.
“Yes, hello?” she answered her phone. “Oh, Chantal, you’re here in London. Where?” She nodded a few times. “Okay, text me the place. I’ll be there in a few.” She then hung up and started to leave.
“Addie,” I growled as I kept my hands pinned to my hips, just in case I acted stupid, like grabbing her phone and throwing it against the wall. But Addie ignored me as she reached the door. She didn’t hesitate. “Addie.” I lunged to keep the door closed.
“Even though it was twisted, I thought the reason you were yelling at me was kind of sweet. But demanding an apology from me? Why? So what if I'm the old Addie? What, she’s not good enough now? She isn’t what you want? So now what is it? The new Addie with money is better? I don’t care what you think, Mr. Evans, but I happened to like the old Addie. She kept me alive all these years,” she berated me. That look of contempt of hers was only ever reserved for me. My hand slowly slid off the door, stupefied by her accusations. I stood there in my room as I watched her march past Rafe to the elevator and leave.
“Son of a bitch!” I roared so loudly I knew she heard me.
“You fucked up big time, Evans,” Rafe said in passing as he sat down on the couch.
“Fuck you, Rafe,” I growled at him.
“You might have to since Addie left,” he mocked.
“One more and I swear,” I threatened.
“Sorry, man,” Rafe said quietly.
“What time is the meeting?” I asked as I made my way into the living room area.
“In about forty minutes, which I may add, doesn’t give you enough time to find her and fuck her senseless,” Rafe said as he stood up and met me at the elevator.
“Fuck me, I’m going to kill her,” I muttered as we left our room.
When Addie came back, I was going to fuck her hard, hard enough that she would know I owned her; that I meant the words I said. I loved her for who she was. I just didn’t want to see the old Addie back, not that I would love her any less but because she was more than that, more than the shadow she was for the last ten years. I hated how she easily defied me.