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)
“What? No goodbye? I’m leaving for London tonight. I should at least get a kiss,” Linda smiled.
“I have enough on my plat—” I started.
“I heard,” she smiled slightly.
“So you can understand that I don’t give a shit that you’re leaving,” I said slightly distracted.
“Part of me thought you might. No, that’s not true. Even though I knew you wouldn’t care that I changed my life for you and your wife. I really wanted you to not want me to go. This was my little test; I needed to know what I meant to you. I really meant that little to you. Now I know,” Linda said resentfully.
“What the fuck are you talking about? Linda, please, enough of the past.” I waved her off.
“That’s why I did it,” she said, slightly proud.
“You did what?” I questioned her angrily.
“I like, Addie. She’s strong, smart and beautiful. I mean, I like Addie now. I didn’t then; you were with me, Daimon,” Linda said as she stood close to the door, not bothering to come into my office.
“I was fucking you. You knew what we were doing,” I spat out angrily as I made my way to her.
“I was better suited for you!” she refuted.
“Linda?”
“Look, Daimon, now that the contract is out there, you and I can maybe be together now. I get it. She was your high school crush and you saw her and wanted to save her. It was noble of you. But she can’t offer you anything. I can be not only your business partner, but your lover and friend,” she said quietly as she watched me carefully.
“You have to be FUCKING KIDDING ME!” I roared.
“Daimon, when I found the contract…” Linda started, but I swear I just couldn’t hear her anymore.
“You went to the press and had the fucking nerve to expose Addie to all this, even after what she and I just went through?” I questioned her. Her demeanor changed and her eyes slowly began to glisten as tears welled up.
“Daimon, I love you. I care for you. It’s best for Addie to leave and then—”
“You love me? Give me a fucking break, Linda. You didn’t do this for love. You did this for control. You like the power I have and the way I yield it,” I said, sickened by her behavior.
“You did far worse to Addie,” Linda accused.
“She and I are created for one another. You? You were nothing but a fucking toy for me!” I roared loudly. I had to control my anger. Never in my life did I want to hit a woman, but I was blinded by my rage.
“Do you have any fucking idea how much you hurt my wife? She is the very reason I live for. Get the fuck out of my face, get the fuck out of my office and get your fucking ass to London and resign, or I swear to God, Linda, I will make the remainder of your time in my business a living fucking nightmare,” I threatened.
“Daimon, I did this—do you have any idea how much it hurt to see you marry her. To see you love her. I was here, Daimon; right here and never once did you even see me other than your fuck toy,” she said with spite.
“Didn’t you want me to go after, Addie? Didn’t you say you liked her drive and her bitchiness?” I was so confused with Linda. She supported me when I wanted to go after Addie. She was there telling me how much of an asshole I was to my wife. What the fuck did this woman want?
“I already told you. I like Addie. This has nothing to do with her. It has to do with you and me. I couldn’t go on if I just didn’t at least tell you how I felt. I was pissed that you used me. It fucking hurt, Daimon,” she spat out.
“You’re something else, you know that, right? You couldn’t have told me this here, like you are doing now?” I hissed.
“We’re even now. You humiliated me and now I humiliated you,” she answered furiously. That was the thing with Linda. She was this confident, proud woman, fucking smart in business and knew what she wanted. The thing was, that as smart as she was in her professional life, she was quite the fucking opposite in her personal life.
“You love me and yet you do all this to hurt me?” I said angrily.
“I may love you, but I love me more. I deserved better than finding out you were getting married through the New York Times. I deserved more,” she said defiantly.
“Yeah, maybe you did, but I will never forgive you for what you have done to Addie. Humiliate me. Go after me if you want, but going after Addie, making her look like a fucking common whore, that I will never ever forgive you for. Now get the fuck out of my office, before I throw you out,” I said menacingly.