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The Husband Beside Me(5)

By:Evangelene



The night before my wedding, I was completely freaked out. Sofia was supposed to have been with me, but she had a complication with a midterm and needed to stay the extra night. Jessica told me that she would make sure Sofia would be there the day of the wedding. Elissa at least had the presence of mind to stay with me the night.

“Are you okay?’ Elissa asked, watching me as I paced my room.

“Honestly? I’m…I’m totally breaking down here,” I said, trying to stop myself from hyperventilating. Why was I having a meltdown? It wasn’t like I was in love with Daimon and I was happy. But oh, my God, I was getting married to him. I was going to be someone’s wife. A wife! Me! Holy shit!

“Okay, talk this out with me. Come on,” Elissa beckoned with her hands as she sat on my bed.

“I’m going to be a wife! His wife. In his world. I have no fucking clue about how these people live or what they do. I’m a poor little girl from Astoria,” I spouted out.

“Okay, keep going.”

“And you know what? I haven’t seen Daimon since that night at the bar. The asshole totally disappeared on me,” I shouted, flailing my arms about.

“You know he’s really busy with a business merger so it’s not his fault.” Elissa tried to calm me.

“Well, screw him!” I cried out. That was when the suspense chime rang on my iPhone. Elissa leaned over and saw my text.

“Who’s Lucifer?” she asked, smiling at me.

“Never you mind.” I walked over to my bed, picked up my phone and read my text.

Daimon:Come outside

Me:No

Daimon:Addie! Out now

Me:Fuck you, Daimon

Daimon:Addie, NOW

“What is it?” Elissa asked.

“It’s Daimon. He wants to see me outside,” I answered in a huff.

“So go,” she said flatly.

“No, he pissed me off,” I argued.

“Addie, for fuck’s sake, you’re getting married to him tomorrow. Don’t you think he might want to apologize for not being around? He loves you like mad. Just go out there already,” Elissa threw back at me.

Daimon:Addie remember who’s paying you

“Yeah, you’re right; he loves me that’s for sure,” I mocked and headed downstairs.

“Is that Daimon outside?” my father asked as I made my way to the front door.

“Yeah, he came to see me before the wedding.”

“He’s a good man, Addie. I'm happy for you,” my father said earnestly.

“Thank you, Dad,” I grumbled, biting my lip

I closed the door not too gently only because I had this overwhelming need to hit something. Everyone around me thought I hit the jackpot. If only they knew I had sold my soul.

Daimon was outside of his car, which was blaring Moderat’s “Bad Kingdom”. He was pacing until he finally saw me walking over to him.

“I guess having to remind you who’s paying is the only way I could see you,” he said, his voice low and callous.

“And what am I supposed to say to you if I want to see you? I don't get it, Daimon. Fine! You bought me, but fuck, we’re getting married tomorrow and not once, not once, could I reach you and talk to you this week,” I shouted.

“What did it matter? It’s not like we’re in love. You don't need my permission to do things. I gave you free rein for fuck’s sake,” he said grimly.

“You’re right. How stupid of me!” I snapped, hitting my forehead.

“Look, at least you’re getting the wedding you want. Think about it as a consolation prize,” he sighed, leaning up against his car, putting his hands in his front pocket.

“What? A consolation prize?” I said in shock.

“Addie, the wedding, at least it should be the way you want. I honestly don’t care. I could have just as easily married at city hall. This was for you, not me,” Daimon stated, his sky blue eyes looked firmly at me as his lips curled and smiled devilishly.

“It goes to show you how much you know me. I would have rather just signed a fucking piece of paper instead of doing all this,” I said seriously.

No you wouldn’t have. You like this. You might not know it now, but tomorrow, you’ll be having the time of your life,” he grinned.

“I would, if I was marrying the man I loved, but I’m not. I’m marrying you,” I said bluntly.

“Ouch.” He grabbed his heart and feigned pain.

“Why are you here anyway?” I asked, my frustration sparking my curiosity.

“I just wanted to see my bride-to-be before our wedding day.” He shrugged.

“Come on, Daimon. What’s the real reason?” I asked pointedly.

“That was my reason.” He pushed off his car and walked over to me, his eyes finding mine. His intense stare fixed me to my spot. “At this time tomorrow, you will be Mrs. Daimon Evans,” he said in a hushed voice, caressing my cheek with his knuckles. “It’s been a long time coming.” He smiled enigmatically. At his touch, I melted a little, enjoying the heat of his fingers, but with his words, I came back to my senses and pushed his hand off me.

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