The Devil Behind Me Read Online Evangelene (Devil Trilogy #1)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Billionaire, Dark, Drama, New Adult, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Devil Trilogy Series by Evangelene
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Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77372 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
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“Holy shit,” I murmured to myself.

“You like?” Daimon said. I turned to see him leaning on the doorway, holding onto his tie.

“It’s nice,” I said quietly. “The dress?” I asked looking around.

“In the closet.” He pointed to the other end of the room.

I walked around the seating area and found a room, which was a huge walk-in closet. His Suits and shirts were perfectly aligned by color. I made my way around the small couch in the middle of the walk-in and found a dress hung up near his suits. A beautiful halter dress made entirely of sequins in a stunning shade of dark red. I ran my fingers over it, admiring it. I looked down to see a stunning pair of black, strappy, opened toe heels.

“We’ll have to go soon, Addie.” I heard Daimon say from behind me.

“Sorry.” I reached up and took it down.

“Change in here, I’ll close the door,” he said as he closed the doors.

I looked around nervously. I headed to a small nook in the closet just in case he walked in on me. I changed and slowly emerged in front of the mirror. I began to place my hair up in a loose bun and fix my makeup. I didn’t have much with me since Daimon didn’t give me fair warning. I looked in the mirror and smiled. I felt so beautiful. That’s when I saw it, the scar. It wasn’t too pronounced, but there it was. Frank had marred me that night and I was given a reminder I was forever stuck with; a constant reminder of him and what he had done. The dress I had come to love had a low swooping back, which exposed my whole back. I was too taken in by the dress and how nice it felt against my skin that I had forgotten myself.

“What’s taking so long?” Daimon knocked and walked right in, not caring if I was ready.

I instantly moved back into the small alcove behind where I had dressed. Daimon searched for me and found me there. He let out a breath and smiled. “You look sensational.” I lowered my head after hearing his comment.

“I feel cold. Do you have anything that can cover me?” I asked, not moving.

“Like a shawl?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said meekly.

“I’ll call and get you one if you want,” he said.

“Thank you.”

“Addie, I’ll have to change unless you want to stay in here with me,” he teased.

“You’re right, sorry,” I said quietly as I picked up my things.

“Leave them. I’ll have them delivered to you tomorrow,” he said as he walked over to his black suit that hung on the other side. I dropped my things back on the small arm chair and headed out. I tried desperately to hide the scar, hoping he wouldn’t see it.

“Addie?” he called out and I froze. “You really do look good,” he said again. I said nothing and left him in his closet. I made my way to the seating area and sat down.

“Can I please have the shawl before we head out?” I asked loudly so he could hear me.

“Addie? What’s wrong with you?” he asked, now standing behind me wearing a crisp white shirt and black stain tie. He threw his suit jacket onto the couch I sat on and waited.

“It’s nothing.”

“It’s never nothing with you. What is it?” He started to get angry. “What? You don’t like the dress I chose for you?” he bit out.

“No! That’s not it.” I tried to appease him.

“Then what?” he snapped.

“I love the dress, I love the shoes. I just need a shawl,” I said softly.

“Why? Why do you need it? I don’t want you to have it. I want everyone to see you, Addie,” he said exasperated. “So no, I'm not getting you a shawl.”

“Please or else I'm not going.”

“Are you serious? Like you’re in the position to say anything to me. I bought you. You do what I want.”

“Fine. You’re right. I'm sorry.”

Those fucking tears were about to come out again, but I took a deep breath and held them back. I slowly stood up and leisurely made my way to the window, which looked down at the city and the river. Daimon’s breath hitched. That’s when I heard him use his phone.

“Yes. I’ll need a shawl to go with the dress I bought today. Have it delivered to the same address. As soon as possible!” He then threw his phone onto the couch. “How did you get it?” he said quietly.

“You don’t get to ask,” I said grimly.

“Addie, tell me,” he gritted through his teeth.

I swung around and glared at him. “You may have bought me, Mr. Evans, but I don’t need to tell you anything. You can’t order me to. My life is my own. You couldn’t even get me a simple shawl without having me expose myself. Well now you see it, this hideous scar on my back. I know how I look, Mr. Evans. I see myself every damn day. I'm sorry, I'm damaged goods. So thank you for the fucking shawl, now I won’t embarrass you in front of your colleagues,” I shouted at him.


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