I seriously wished there was a way to retrieve messages. I lay down on my bed wondering what the fuck I had done. Knowing Daimon, he’d tell me to know my place, that in the contract he decided when date night was to happen. Thirty minutes had gone by and I had no answer. I shrugged it off and threw my phone onto the side of my bed. The doorbell rang and I stood alert, worried it might be Frank. I ran down the stairs just as Sofia went to open the door. There in my doorway stood Daimon with a navy blue suit and light grey shirt. I stood still, floored at how damn sexy he looked. It was Sunday night, was he working? “So you want to go out in that?” he smiled with that sexy grin of his. I looked down at my frumpy over-worn pjs. “You didn’t text me back so I didn’t get ready,” I said sounding stupid. Sofia rolled her eyes and left us. Daimon, still smiling, walked up to me and lightly touched my cheek with his fingers.
