The Devil Behind Me Read Online Evangelene (Devil Trilogy #1)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Billionaire, Dark, Drama, New Adult, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Devil Trilogy Series by Evangelene
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Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77372 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
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“You can sit wherever you like.” I smiled, not meaning it. He nodded and proceeded to walk into my little restaurant and slid into one of our worn out booths.

“Well… isn’t he, the cat’s meow,” Silvia said nearly moaning.

“God! How old are you?” I asked her, looking at her like she had a few screws loose.

“Old. But my libido is still working,” she grinned, a little bit of red lipstick had stained her front teeth.

“Okay, way too much info.” I shook my head at her.

She wasn’t wrong about him. The man was stunning, with his dark longish hair in a perfect hair cut with a faint beard and his intense blue, like the sky, eyes. His black perfectly trimmed suit only added to his effect, which by his grin, he knew.

I smiled walking over to him.

“What can I get you?” I asked.

“Coffee and some company would be nice.” He continued to grin.

His voice had gotten deeper over the years. I shook it off. Fine, I can admit it. He turned out to be sexy, but it didn’t change the fact the he tormented me all throughout high school, like I was his personal plaything. I brought him the coffee. I was tempted to throw it on him, but I didn’t.

“Here’s your coffee.” I placed it on the table.

“Silvia?” I yelled over my shoulder still looking at him.

“And here’s your company, sir,” I grinned.

Silvia nearly launched herself into the booth.

“Well hello, dear.” She smiled from ear to ear, her dentures nearly falling out. Daimon’s face fell. I had to step away not to laugh.

“Um…how about the boss lady?” he asked, leaning away from Silvia and her dentures.

“The boss lady? Ah, forget her, sweet sugar. You have this beautiful dame right here in front of you. How’s about you and me go for some giggle water?” She wagged her eyebrows at him.

“Are you for real? Hey!” he yelled over to me. “Is this lady for real? What the fuck is giggle water?” he asked me, seemingly uncomfortable.

“Alcohol,” Silvia said, shocked that he didn’t know.

Well, the truth was I didn’t know either, but that was Silvia. She was stuck back in a time I couldn’t relate to.

“How about I take a rain check?” Daimon said half smiling.

“Ah raspberries,” Silvia pouted.

“Hey Addie? Addie? Addie?” He called my name each time in a different tone.

“I'm sorry, sir. How is it that you know my name?” I grinned. God, if it wasn’t for customer service and the fact I didn’t want him to know I remembered him, I would have thrown his ass out so fast.

“You can’t be serious? Addie, it’s me,” he said holding out his hands like ‘hey I’m unforgettable.’ I shook my head.

“You are… who exactly?” I asked again, shrugging.

“Daimon, Daimon Evans,” he sighed.

“Oh, I like the name,” Silvia moaned again.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you Daimon, Daimon Evans.” I smiled and nodded.

“You have to be fucking with me,” he said not too pleased as he stood up and walked over to me. “I know you remember me,” he said low as he glared at me.

“I'm not going to lie, it rings a bell.” I shook my head again. “College?” I offered.

“Fine, we’ll play your game, your way.” He threw some money on the table; looked back at me as he fixed his coat and began to walkout. “For now.” He pulled the door open and left.

“You’re telling me you don’t remember a fine piece of ass like that?” Silvia pointed at the door.

“No, I don’t. I remember a boy who made my life miserable.” I growled low into my chest. Silvia rose up from the booth and stood beside me.

“Ah shucks, honey, if he looked like that, he could have made my life a living hell and I would have loved it,” she said as she started blowing kisses at him through the window.

I inched closer to the storefront and watched as Daimon walked away. Why did I suddenly feel like my future had this ominous cloud over it?

The rest of the day was slow. I took my time cleaning my little restaurant of forty seats. It was small, but it was all my parents could afford. In its hay day, this store was known throughout the neighborhood, but now not one person passed by.

I made the decision to apply at a bar. I needed the extra hours, plus it was Darren’s. Throughout the years, he became a great friend, someone I could lean on when I had rough patches. When my mother died, he was there for me, the only one I could depend on. I still to this day don’t know how he knew about her passing, but there he was at the funeral home, standing by me if I needed anything. He was the one I spoke to about Yale and my decision to stay. Darren was always and would always be my friend. One charity case to another.


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