The Husband Beside Me (The Devil Trilogy Book 2) Read Online Free Page B

loving couple, no mention of our deal. Not one word,” he said in a serious tone, his devilish smile disappearing, his words laced with warning.
    “O…kay, what’s with the anger? I thought this is what you wanted?” I said pointedly.
    “Today you became my wife. I don’t want to hear anything about our fucking contract.” He took me by the waist and pulled me closer. His hard body pressed against mine. I rested my hands on his chest, holding in my breath as I looked up at him. “The wedding was exactly what I thought you’d do. That’s why you are now mine.” He reached up and softly brushed my face. “Simply breathtaking,” he breathed.
    My body wanted to touch him, to reach out and feel his heat, but it was me blurring the fucking lines again.
    “Addie,” he said softly, but we were interrupted by the abrupt opening of the doors.
    “I realize, Daimon, you want some private time, but your guests are waiting for you,” Jessica said as she stood at the doors, her hands at her waist as she held onto her walkie-talkie.
    “We’ll be right there, Jessica,” he barked at her. “That girl is relentless,” he said to me.
    “Trust me, I know. You left me alone with her this whole week,” I said as I tried to break free from Daimon's embrace.
    “Where do you think you’re going?” he asked, somewhat annoyed.
    “Out there, where our guests are.” I thumbed toward to doors. He let out a heavy sigh, finally letting go of me.
    “Fine,” he hissed as he took my hand and walked us out.
    “Finally!” Jessica huffed. “Cue the musicians,” she said in her walkie-talkie.
    “Ladies and gentlemen, I’d like to present to you for the first time, Mr. and Mrs. Daimon Evans!” The lead singer said into his mic. “They will now dance their first dance. The bride chose an amazing song. She must really love him.”
    Sophie Milman's version of “La Vie en Rose” was crooning as Daimon took me to the dance floor in the middle of the main hall. Soft white lighting lit the whole room as little tea lights flickered on the tables. Daimon’s hold on me was strong, as his arms wrapped themselves tightly around me. His scent filtered through my senses. It was absolutely intoxicating.
    “Really?” Daimon whispered in my ear.
    “What?” I pulled back a little to see him smiling his sexy devilish smile again.
    “Don’t you think the song is a little too telling?” he asked.
    “I don’t care. I love it.”
    “Whatever you say, Addie,” he said lightly.
    I didn’t want to admit it, but Daimon was right about how much I’d love this. I just wished it was with someone I loved, but just like I can pretend to be his wife, I could pretend I was with the man of my dreams. Once the song ended, we were escorted to our own little table toward the back of the room.
    “The flower arrangements are nice,” he noted as he looked over to me, watching me as I took it all in.
    “They’re called peonies. I love them. My mother used to grow them when she was alive.” I looked at the table arrangements. They literally took my breath away. Jessica said the florist was the best in the city and from her connections I could believe it. The main hall was dimly lit, while tea candles were placed everywhere, some even hung from the ceiling by silk ribbon. The flower arrangements were a combination between soft pink Esperance roses, which were nestled with white and pink peonies. Mini green hydrangeas were mixed in to balance the soft colors. It was simple and romantic. It was exactly what I had envisioned. I watched as our guests, many of whom were strangers, sat down on perfectly set rectangular tables that were placed in the small alcoves, positioned off to the side. The band played old-school jazz music. The soft sounds of the saxophone, the gentle tapping of the drums and the strumming of the bass, added to the atmosphere. It fit so nicely with the rustic red brick building and iron trusses, which were high above us. The night