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)
“Call the police and have them removed,” I ordered.
“Yes, Mr. Evans.” Lenny waited as I passed through.
“Do it now!” I barked as I waited for the elevator.
I stepped into the penthouse and waited. Drako came to me and nudged his head on my leg. “Where’s our Addie?” I asked him. My dog didn’t move from his spot. He just whimpered and looked up at me. I stopped cold. I looked up the stairs anxiously. I ran around the house calling out her name, but as I entered each room, my anxiety grew. I stood there; the blood inside me had drained away, leaving me hollow. She left. Addie left.
I stumbled my way to the couch. I sat there, my mind still from all thoughts. There was nothing I could do to salvage what I had done. Nothing. I was my father’s son. I drove the woman I love beyond my grasp and pushed her away, just like that son of a bitch father of mine, who had no clue how to love—destroying my mother. I wanted—no, I fucking needed to somehow tie Addie to me so she could never leave my side. I was a fucking pussy; shit scared I would lose the only thing I felt like belonged to me. The one person who gave me any love after my mother left. I sat there knowing that I went after Addie, wanting to save her, but what I wanted was her salvation. I needed as much saving as she did.
My phone kept ringing, but I tried ignoring it. I knew it wasn’t Addie’s ring, but the fucking thing just kept ringing. “What?” I shouted through the phone.
“Yeah, hello to you too, asshole. I’m calling to ask if you’re watching it?” Sofia had called me; she never called me before.
“What the hell are you talking about?” I said bitterly on the phone.
“Listen here, asshole, whatever you and my sister have done, I know you did it because you cared. I might not like you, but I respect you. She didn’t want you to know what she was planning, afraid you might stop her. So I wanted to tell you Addie called me and told me she was going to do an interview. That I shouldn’t listen to the media, and that I should just listen to her side of the story,” Sofia replied.
“I don’t fucking understand?” I began to shake as a fear I never felt before started to take over my body, filling me with doubt and loneliness. What kind of interview was Addie going to do?
“Why would you? You’re a man. Turn on the TV and look for Addie’s interview,” she said condescendingly. I hung up not caring about our goodbyes. I turned on the TV and desperately searched, until finally I found Addie speaking to a journalist.
“So, Mrs. Evans what can you tell us about this contact? I mean I read through it and, well, it reads like a man who wants to own you and basically you agreed to sell yourself for money?” The fucking prick reporter was even smirking as he asked his question. I held my breath as I watched her through the TV screen. Addie sat tall, held her head high and she smirked.
“I find it funny that what happens privately behind closed doors is a matter for the public. So what? I mean, Daimon and I have been together since high school really, on and off that is. This contract is nothing but a game, played by just me and Daimon,” Addie said confidently.
“A game? Are you suggesting that this was nothing but an elaborate slave contract?” the reporter mocked.
“You can call it what you like, but the honest truth is Daimon and I have always been in a relationship. If I choose to give up my power to him, it’s my right. If I choose to play along with a sexual game, that is also my choice,” Addie answered proudly.
“So this piece of paper is nothing but a stupid game concocted for sexual foreplay?” The fucker looking at Addie was at a loss for words.
“Like I said, it’s just a stupid thing we did to spice things up, nothing more, nothing less.” Addie didn’t even bat an eye.
“Your father was said to be sick with Crohn’s, and the diner that you both owned was nearly bankrupted,” the reporter urged.
“Daimon is a man who will do anything for the woman he loves, and thankfully, that woman is me,” Addie answered.
“But isn’t true that you miscarried because of Daimon?” the reporter pressed on aggressively. I watched as Addie flinched. The mention of our baby was still painful to her.
“Daimon and I both lost our little baby. It was still in the first trimester and like many women, I had a miscarriage, so how can I blame that on my husband?” she asked, turning the tables around on him.