The Husband Beside Me (The Devil Trilogy Book 2) by Evangelene Read Free Book Online

his drink and placed the glass down with such force he broke it.
    “Me? You don’t even know me. All you wanted was money for your family,” he accused me, his hand shaking.
    “You needed me too!” I fired back, hating the way he made me sound.
    He stepped closer and towered over me.
    “I know the type of person you are, Addie. You act all innocent and broken, but you use any excuse to be pitiful.” He leaned in that much closer. “It’s disgusting,” he said in a spitefully low voice.
    “Who was that woman, Daimon?” I asked, knowing full well he was using me to vent out his anger. I knew because that was what made us us . We used each other as punching bags, unleashing our anger toward one another.
    “Fuck off, Addie!” he stepped away from me, but I followed.
    “Tell me!” I ordered.
    Daimon stopped in mid-stride and turned to face me.
    “The last time I checked, I was the one who paid for your sorry ass, so I am the one who orders you around. You don’t get to control me,” he said harshly. The smell of the scotch was strong on his breath and he spouted his ruthless words.
    “Daimon, I just want to help,” I said quietly.
    “You want to help?”
    “Yes,” I admitted. It hurt to watch him like this.
    “Then fuck me,” he said callously.
    “What?” I breathed.
    “You said you wanted to help me, so help me by fucking me, Addie,” he repeated in his cold tone.
    “You are out of your fucking mind!” I growled as I walked away from him.
    “Out of my mind? You’re fucking right; I’m out of my mind!” he cried out.
    “I married a fucking pauper like you, who won’t even touch me!” he seethed.
    “Daimon, not everything is about sex,” I fired back, as I was leaving the room.
    “That night it was,” he shouted as he grabbed my arm, stopping me from going further. “That night you came to my penthouse and you needed me. You needed my touch on your body. You wanted my dick inside you.” I tried to fight back, but he grabbed onto both my arms and made me face him. “Admit it,” he commanded.
    But I stood silent, his cold distant eyes, needling me. “Fuck, Addie, just say it. Say you needed me, not because of my money, not because of what I could offer you, but because I am me. Just say it!” he begged harshly as he shook me. “FUCK!” he bellowed and released me, when I didn’t answer. “You and your… fuck it.” He walked through the suite, leaving me completely stunned.
    All I heard after that was the loud bang of the front door. Daimon had left.

The Wedding Night
    I was left confused by his behavior and ashamed of mine. Daimon was right. I did seek him out because I wanted him. I just never realized how much I did until he brought it to the forefront of my mind. In some sick way, Daimon was comforting to me. He knew almost all my demons and was able to push me in ways I never thought I wanted, yet on our wedding night, I was standing in the middle of our lavish suite wanting him with me. Wanting to fight with him, wanting to fuck him and ease his pain.
    The first day as husband and wife and Daimon had already left. I knew the drunken woman had triggered something inside him. I just wish I knew who she was. I let out the breath I was holding in for what seemed like the whole day and made my way around the suite. Each room was more opulent than the next. The signature colors of Tiffany were everywhere. You knew Tiffany took their time making this space one you could enjoy.
    A large crystal chandelier with draped strands of pearls, hung over a white table with the same flower arrangements I had at the wedding. Small candles were lit surrounding a bottle of champagne and chocolate dipped strawberries. I was tired and needed a bed to sleep on. I avoided all the other rooms until I found the one I wanted. A gorgeous supple bed was there in the middle of the white room, a touch of the Tiffany blue could be seen peeking out at the head of the bed. I walked over and saw Esperance rose