“Thank you.” She managed to say after a moment of hesitation.
“I thought…” her voice trailed off. Would she have the gall to say it in his face that she’s glad that she thought and wished that he would not come back?
“You thought I’m not coming back,” he finished her sentence for her without looking back.
Daemon’s expression is seriously alarming while he looks at the arrays of picture frames hanging on the wall, particularly on a photo they took during a company outing on a beach.
“Thank you for doing that earlier. Levi could be really dangerous but I didn’t realize he could do that. You know, he’s been quite friendly to me, to Mark, and to everyone.”
“So that is a common occurrence?” He glanced at her. “And you’re letting him? And I didn’t get a pass?”
“What?” she asked, perplexed. “Do you mean to say I should also let you break my neck just because I’m friendly towards him?”
“Sounds fair to me except you should let me replace that part of breaking your neck.”
“With what?” Her eyebrows raised.
Daemon gazed at her lips. “A kiss,” he mumbled.
“What?!” she shouted, her hands akimbo ready to throw him out of the place. “Daemon, I may be just a waitress to you but I am not a promiscuous woman. I’m a decent girl who only wants to do a living quietly and you, men, make it hard for me. What are you? A human being with a dick for a brain? Is that the reason why people call men a dickhead?”
She didn’t realize she’s already panting as she didn’t mince her words that were bottled up inside her. The years of keeping her lips closed acting like a typical dumb blonde bitch stereotype just to please those chauvinistic assholes customers must have done her brain a big damage that she gagged all of it to Daemon.
Maybe he is not the most disrespectful man she had ever met but he is definitely the trigger. Pass? He wanted her to give him a pass? What? A pass to be a fucking pig?!
“Are you finished? Do you want to add anything? Your words aren’t enough. I know you still have some left in there. Come on. Let it all out,” he said sarcastically while sitting on the chair she didn’t notice that was there all along.
She shook her head and sighed again. “I’m done.”
“Are you sure ’cause I think you miss some more words?”
“No, no. Really, I’m done.” She breathed hard averting his eyes. “I’m sorry and thank you again.”
“Is that it?” He stood up towering over her as if to point out the fact that he could easily dominate her one way or another.
“What do you mean?” She finally lifted her face to awkwardly meet his dark eyes.
He smirked in a dashing manner and she almost forgot that she should hate and be grateful to this man at the same time.
“If you really wanted to thank me then come on a date with me.”
“What? A date? After what I told you?” Squinting her eyes, she bit her lip when she finally pieced things together. “Ah, you helped me in order for you to have a reason to force me to go on a date with you. Well, in that case, then what makes you any different from Levi? He wants me to have dinner with him too in a very untasteful manner just like what you’re doing now.”
Daemon clenched his jaws and brushed his hair back to his neatly permed hair and exhaled loudly. “Levi cannot make you but I can. That makes me different from him, Ava. If you show up, I’ll stop coming here. If you don’t, you won’t like what I’d do to you.”
He said it like he really means it. For a second, she had the sudden instinct to run. This man obviously takes no for an answer. A typical wealthy man who thinks that the world revolves around him. But she is Ava Grudging. She usually stood her ground especially when faced with a man as impossible as this one.
“I don’t even like you so why would I go? You are threatening me.”
He shrugged his shoulders and sat behind Mark’s table. “I’m not. I’m just telling you what I’m going to do.”
“If you don’t, you won’t like what I’d do to you,” she imitated him. “That doesn’t sound like threatening to you?”
“No, it doesn’t,” he answered truthfully.
“No? Wow!’ she exclaimed in disbelief. “I bet you haven’t experienced being threatened.”
“No, I don’t.”
Ava crossed her arms over his chest and heaved an exasperated sigh. “Well Mr. Daemon, there’s always a first time. You won’t come here tomorrow and I won’t go on a date with you. If you still insist,” she placed both of her hands on the table rattling it and then leaned her face towards him, “then you won’t like what I’d do to you.”
Daemon blinked, then casually smiled at her aggression.
“You sure have become bold over the years, Devon.”
“I already told you, I’m not her so stop calling me with that name.”
“If so, are you willing to prove to me that you are not really her?” he challenged.
“You could have easily done that. Men like you can do it illegally without getting caught.”
He stopped to think before narrowing down his eyes on her. “And what do you mean by men like me?”
“You’re much more dangerous than Levi. I can tell you’re a bigshot otherwise, Mark would not refer to you as his white shark he can lean on if something bad happens to him. I can tell that you are an accomplished man Daemon so I can’t really see enough reason why you’re doing this to me. Are you so bored with your own life that you decided you want to play with somebody’s life?”
“Play with life you saying?” He laughed in a sarcastic way. “Last time I remembered, it was you who played with mine and it fucking degrades me to think that I let you.”
“I told you I’m not her! I’m not Devon. I’m not who you’re looking for,” she insisted.
“You are her!” he said in between gritted teeth and held her both in her shoulders. “You are Devon Farrows! You were my wife and the mother of my daughter! You have no right to forget us after what you have done to us, Devon! You ruined me, woman, and I will never ever let you go in peace because of that!”
Trembling, he turned her back to her and spoke calmly that Ava cannot help but be scared and awed by how easily he could switch off his emotions.
“I’ll pick you up tomorrow. Don’t even bother to hide. I know where to find you.”
He left her feeling more fearful than she ever was. Clinging at the table for support, she slowly eased herself into the chair and sat.
“Oh lord, what the fuck is he talking about?” she muttered.