Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 87967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Once I put it on, I looked at myself in the mirror. The scar wasn’t hideous, but it was there; the skin was discolored and imperfect. When Daimon and I had sex, I usually covered it or hid it away, not wanting him to see. It was a constant reminder of my past life with Frank and I hated it. I threw on one of Daimon’s t-shirts and let out a breath as I met him outside on the deck. He was already in the heated pool waiting for me.
“Do you want to be in the pool or should I take you into the ocean today. I’ll even be gracious enough to let you wrap your fine legs around me as I carry you,” Daimon said as he swam to me.
“Whatever you want,” I said nervously, fidgeting.
“Addie, take off the damn shirt,” he huffed as he rose out of the water.
His swim trunks just barely hung off his very nice looking hips. Daimon had a perfect body and I didn’t feel right taking it off while the sun shine brightly down on us. Daimon grabbed onto the shirt, his wet hands staining it with water. I put my hands to stop him but he yanked it over my head, leaving me bare.
“Fucking sexy,” he breathed as he looked down my body. “I knew green would suit you.” My body grew hot as Daimon smirked, looking at me.
“Oh, mon Dieu!” I heard someone gasp from behind me. I turned to see them looking at my scar, their hand near their mouth. My body grew stiff and I froze as I looked away from Daimon. It was one of the hotel staff who came to clear our breakfast.
“Addie, look at me,” Daimon said sternly, but I didn’t. “Fuck,” he muttered as he took my hand and pulled me to the steps that led to the ocean.
“You’re going to wrap your legs around me the moment we get in and I’m going to swim with you in my arms.” I didn’t bother responding as Daimon stepped in, taking me with him. My anxiety was at an all-time high. Not only was I bare to the world to see, but I was in the ocean and I hardly knew how to swim.
“You’re safe. I’m here,” Daimon reassured as I stepped into the warm blue ocean. Daimon pulled my hand toward him and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He used his hands and feet to swim us around. I smiled, almost forgetting what had happened. The turquoise blue water was crystal clear. I could see yellow fish swimming around us.
“I can’t believe it,” I breathed. “It’s so beautiful.”
“Yeah, it is,” Daimon said as he gazed at me.
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We swam like that for what seemed like hours. I felt weightless and free. Never in my life had I ever felt like that.
“Come on, Addie. They brought us food,” Daimon said as he tried to pull me out of the water, but I hesitated, not wanting to move. I waited until the staff left to get out. Daimon waited for me with a big plush towel that he wrapped around me. I sat down, enjoying the array of fresh food in front of me.
“I’m sorry you had to carry me in the water,” I said as I picked at the grilled fish.
“I’m not,” he grinned devilishly.
“I was thinking…that maybe I should get plastic surgery,” I murmured as I looked at my plate.
“Why?” Daimon stopped eating and narrowed his eyes.
“Well, I can get rid of it now.” I shrugged, meeting his eyes. I thought I’d see his loving eyes, but I didn’t, I saw anger. “The scar I can get rid of it now. I—”
“No,” Daimon bit out.
“It’s a constant reminder of Frank, and well, I highly doubt you’d want me to expose myself in front of everyone. It’s not good for you,” I remarked apprehensively.
“I said no,” Daimon said coldly.
“But, Daimon, the scar affects me and I’m afraid it will affect you. I don’t like it when you look at me. This thing…it’s disgusting,” I argued.
“Addie, that scar is you. It’s part of who you are and I love whatever is part of you, especially the scar,” he said bluntly.
“Why?” I questioned softly, dumbfounded.
“Because that scar shows your strength and your resilience. If that scar goes, you are no longer my Addie and I’m not about to lose you now that I have you,” Daimon said in a serious tone.
He left me breathless. I was at a loss. He spoke with such conviction that I had a hard time not believing him. Never did I feel like my scar was anything but a mar left by Frank.
“You’re just saying that so no other guy can have me,” I joked, only because I couldn’t truly handle the sheer honestly of his words.