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)
“It was leaked out. All the newspapers are running with it. That you bought Addie for a price. Daimon, it’s a shit storm right now,” Rafe sighed heavily on the phone.
“How the fuck did they get a hold of it?” I shouted.
“I don’t know, man,” Rafe breathed.
“Fuck me,” I gritted though my teeth. I hung up on Rafe nearly throwing my phone. I sat in my leather office chair and stared out blankly.
“Daimon?” I heard a faint knock on my office door. “Daimon?” Addie knocked again and entered nervously. “Is everything okay?” I turned my chair and looked upon the woman I had dreamed of all my life; the one who I chased and desired above all else. She stood in her soft purple silk nightgown, her robe barely covering her. I looked upon her beautiful face, and saw those hazel eyes filled with fear and anxiety.
“Addie, I love you,” I said roughly as I tried to gather my thoughts on what to do. I could lose her. I could lose everything. Why the fuck was everything so difficult for us?
“Just tell me,” she insisted, her voice shaky.
“They know,” I said roughly.
“Who knows what?” she asked as she came closer to me.
“The papers got a hold of the contract,” I answered bluntly.
“Which one?” she asked, her expression turned dark.
“It doesn’t matter. The papers are running with it, saying I bought you for a price,” I gritted through my teeth.
“Who—?”
“I don’t know. Addie. I don’t fucking know,” I growled low into my chest.
Addie waited a few minutes, her eyes averted. Fuck, Addie, look at me. Look at me. Please. God, I wanted her warm hazel eyes to envelop me, to bring me into our private world of just her and me. I sat there and watched as Addie left quietly, leaving me alone with this shit bomb that blew up in my life. “FUCK!” I shouted so loudly that it reverberated throughout my office.
****
“No, Daddy, it’s not like that…Dad…I know, but trust me,” Addie was talking on the phone trying to calm her father down. “But…Dad… Dad!” I watched her carefully as she paced about the bedroom. “Dad they are only doing this because of who he is…No, it’s not true,” Addie said exhaustedly. I stood in her path, hoping to try to talk to her before I left. She stopped and narrowed her eyes at me. She then marched around me like I didn’t even fucking exist.
“Addie,” I called out as I grabbed her arm and pulled her closer.
“Not now, Daimon,” she mouthed.
I held onto her hoping…I didn’t know what the fuck I was hoping for. I just wanted to make sure she was going to be here when I came home. Something inside kept telling me otherwise.
“Listen to me, Dad…please…” I left Addie in our bedroom. The muffed murmurs of her arguing with her father left me even more unsettled as I departed the penthouse.
“Mr. Evans?” called out a reporter while photographers kept taking pictures, blinding me with flashes of their cameras.
“Is it true? Did you really buy Addie Sakis?” another reporter pestered.
I wanted to lunge at him, but Phil grabbed onto me and nearly threw me into my car. “You better go now, sir,” Phil said to me. “I’ll take good care of Mrs. Evans.” Phil then slammed the car door.
Fuck, fuck and son of a fuck!
****
“Call the lawyers and have them stop the article from running,” I hissed at my personal assistant.
“They tried,” she answered carefully.
“Tell them to try harder!” I yelled.
“Yes, Mr. Evans,” she said nervously and left.
I came to work this morning with a dozen messages from reporters and magazines wanting to be the first to interview me. I made sure both Jimmy and Ted were at Addie’s side and that no media was to go near her. Security at the office building had to be warned and yes, there was a mob of fucking soul sucking reporters outside, waiting patiently for me to come out.
“Ms. Linda is here to see you, sir,” my secretary said through the intercom, interrupting my thoughts of what the fuck I should do next. The fucking thing was I only kept thinking of Addie. What could I do to keep her safe and close to me? I didn’t care about my money or my businesses; all I cared for was my wife, my Addie.
“Not now,” I said roughly, as I glared out the window down to the street below. I watched as journalists and reporters camped outside. Fuckers!
The door of the office opened as Linda walked in, just like she always had done; not caring if I didn’t want to see her or not. “I’m not in the fucking mood,” I hissed at her. The only one who knew about this stupid contract was Darren. I had told him after Addie left me. He hit me hard, knocking me down. I deserved it. Fuck me! Please let it not be him.