Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77372 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77372 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
I headed to the bar that night, a small part of me hoping he was there. It bothered me like hell that I wanted him around. Why did I want him around me? The fucker tortured me throughout high school. Hell, he was still doing the same now. But a deal was a deal, I owed him.
“Hey sexy lady!” Elissa yelled out over the crowd.
“Hey you,” I waved back. She was leaning on the bar talking to Jace.
“Yeah, yeah, check you out,” Jace moved forward and stared. “Seeing you is like seeing water in an oasis.”
“Oh my God, please tell me you haven’t used that stupid line?” I laughed.
“It’s worked before,” he admitted.
“On ‘last call’ girls,” I said knowing that’s how he got most of the women he’d slept with. He only shrugged while Elissa and I laughed.
“What’s the deal, sexy? You have full make-up on, you look like you ready to battle it out. Has your sexy money bags caused you any problems?” Elissa asked, eyeing me from top to bottom.
“Whatever,” I said under my breath.
I didn’t see what the big deal was, so I wanted to get dolled up. I always put make-up on for work, so I made more of an effort this time. So what? I headed to my section as a British band both Darren and I loved called Lamb began to play. Lou Rhodes, the lead singer, began to croon out their song “Gabriel.” The night was still young so the music was darker trip hop than usual. As the night progressed Darren usually changed the music to louder and funkier beats. I checked my section and the guests who sat there. Everyone was pleasant and fun to be around.
“Hey, Addie, this one’s for you,” I heard Darren call out as Hooverphonic’s “Mad About You,” began to play. My body began to sway as the song played. The crowd had started to dance to the music so I needed to push myself around them. I finally made my way through to the private section. There in the circular couches sat Daimon and another girl, who seemed quite taken in by him. I stood frozen as the song kept repeating ‘mad about you’ in the background.
“Fucking jerk,” I said under my breath. In the contract it stipulated under no fucking circumstances would either of us see other people. I shook my head and held it high as I walked over to their table. Daimon glanced over to me and smiled.
“Oh, Addie. I didn’t see you there,” he said, smiling with his arm around her.
“That’s funny, neither did I, until now that is,” I said smiling. “Would you like me to refill your glass for you?” I asked so sweetly I gave myself a cavity.
“Of course. That is your job, isn’t it?” he said, turning his gaze back to the girl at hand.
I picked up the bottle of Glenfiddich, walked around the table, and poured it all over his lap. It was a shame. It was a fucking good year too. They both began yelling, flailing their arms around to stop the alcohol from making them wetter. Thing was, I really wasn’t aiming for the girl as much as I wanted to get him.
“I see you’ve been served. Please don’t hesitate to call me over if you need anything else,” I said and left.
Prick! Asshole! Idiot! God, I was so stupid. He broke the rules so he gets to pay the penalty. Fuck him! Now Sofia will get the money no matter what. I stood by the bar and waited for Jace to finish up some drinks I had punched in before my little incident with Lucifer. I could feel the tidal wave of anger coming toward me. I turned and Daimon was already next to me as he grabbed my arm and pulled me to the back of the bar.
“What the fuck, Addie?” he seethed as he held me against the wall.
“Don’t bother,” I coldly. “The only thing I feel guilty about was pouring perfectly good whiskey on your sorry ass.” He grabbed my arms tighter pushing me harder against the wall. “You broke the rules, Daimon, now you suffer the consequences. I no longer need to act like your fucking plaything. So why don’t you go out there and have your little girl lick the whiskey you expensively paid for off your dick and leave me the hell alone,” I said hatefully.
I was seeing red, I was so angry. I had never in my life felt like that before. I had always been resigned to the fact I wasn’t good enough, but for some fucking reason right now Daimon had pushed the wrong button. He stared angrily at me, his electric blue eyes chilling me to the bone.
“Either say something or get the fuck off me,” I fired back. When he didn’t say a word I pushed him off me. “Before I go, you better make sure the money is in my account.” I turned and left him there.