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She was middle aged, but still stunning. Her blond hair was perfectly coiffed, her skirt suit was designer and so were her thick black-framed glasses. She reached for the double dark mahogany wooden doors and opened them. Daimon’s office was enormous as I slowly walked in. His secretary closed the door behind me, leaving me alone with Daimon. I stood not knowing what to do first. I looked around his office; he had floor-to-ceiling windows, which overlooked the Hudson River. He was on the phone as he sat on his leather office chair, leaning backwards. He was playing with his pen, much like he did in high school, meticulously twirling it around his fingers. His large desk was long; one end held his computer and some files.
    “ Yeah, do what you have to do to get it done!” he seethed and hung up. 
    “Addie.” He stood from where he was sitting and walked over to me. He wore a simple three-piece light grey suit and a white shirt. He smirked as I looked at him. “I look good I know,” he shrugged knowingly. 
    “ That’s not what I was thinking,” I lied.
    “ Really and what was Addie thinking?” he asked as he sat down on one of his brown leather couches, at the other end of his office. He watched me, waiting for me to join him. 
    “I was thinking how the hell did you get this job, but then again you do have your family,” I laughed. His face changed and he grew annoyed.
    “Let me tell you this much. This building is mine and I earned it, not because I was born with money, but because I worked hard for it.” he sounded insulted by my comment. “Satisfied?” 
    I guess my comment must have hurt his ego. I made my way to the couches and sat down across from him. He reached for a file and placed it on the coffee table. He then slid it over to me. 
    “Open it up and read i t. You can only do this here, simply because this relationship will only exist in front of others. Behind closed doors, we can be who we normally are. I want no one to know about this. So take your time. Oh, but don’t you need to work, right?” The way in which he said only made this decision harder on me.
    “No , Sofia and my father are working today,” I murmured as I looked through the papers. Words such as control and ordering kept popping up. I looked it over in disgust. Basically, he wanted to control every aspect of my life, telling me when and where he wanted me, as if I were a doll, he’d dress up and I would act accordingly. I threw the papers on the coffee table and glared at him.
    “ Well that was fast,” he mocked.
    “ You want a slave,” I snapped. 
    “ And? A slave does what I want, when I want. I need to have control, Addie. It’s important to me,” he stated coldly. 
    “You want control because you can’t trust. So don’t give me that bullshit,” I snapped. Daimon’s eyes narrowed and his face changed. 
    “You need me and I need you. It’s a win-win,” Daimon said. 
    “I will act the part of your girlfriend when you need me to, but I'm not jumping through hoops for you. I have a family to take care of,” I fired back.
    “Yes and I'm providing for you and said family,” he growled. 
    “I know , but still, you can’t think I'm just going to hand myself over to you,” I hissed.
    “ Then what, Addie? You get the money and I get what in return? I need you to be believable. I want them to think we are so in love that I would never consider marrying that bitch,” he seethed. “You want to talk about control? Do you have any idea how it feels for a man to be told to marry someone because his father wants him to? I hate the very thought of it. The notion someone can tell me what do to and use me, I fucking hate that, Addie. I'm not going to allow you to have any power over me,” he said irritated. “Get that through you head already.” He glared at me from across the coffee table.
    “I don’t know if I can do this ,” I breathed.
    “ Fine,” he groaned. “Let’s make our own contract,”