“Get up here and lay across my lap.”
I routinely did what I was told. Frustrated, I let my body takeover, getting off on my husband leaving his hand print on my bare ass. Moaning as he dipped his finger deep into my pussy.
“Roll over, baby,” Drew, huskily coaxed. I knew what he was planning. I hated and loved it all at the same time. “On your stomach.” I knew what that was all about too. He couldn’t look at my battered face at the same time he made me come.
Drew positioned me how he wanted me, arching my hips and spreading my legs so that my entire backside was exposed to him. That wasn’t the embarrassing part.
Drew moved from the bed and I stayed still, listening to him retrieve whatever he was planning on using from the drawer. Feeling the squirt of cool gel on my ass, I felt the first smaller ball and then the next and next, until all five of the metal balls were inserted into my ass. Drew held his thumb there, insuring they stayed securely hiding in my ass while his other finger danced on my clitoris. I moaned, forgetting about the taste of blood or swelling beneath my eye. This time was way different than the other handful of times Drew had gotten me off like this. I didn’t feel the three squirts of liquid being forced from my body by my husband. I felt one, very long, powerful bout at the same time I felt the balls being pulled from my ass.
I was all but screaming in ecstasy, feeling my juices being spread all over my pussy and inner thighs by Drew’s hand. Where the hell did this man learn to do this stuff? I felt like I was falling, stuck in a whirling tornado, or flying through the air. It wouldn’t stop, the quavering deep in my core, pulsating over and over, causing me to drop to the bed.
Drew came to the side of my face and inserted his cock into my mouth. He fucked my mouth, rubbing the pad of his thumb over my bruising eye. He didn’t stay there as long as he normally would. He couldn’t look at my face and do this. I felt another squirt of K-Y jelly on my ass and then felt him slide in with a moan. Drew once again pulled me to my knees, holding my hands behind my back while fucking me in the ass.
“You know you bring this on yourself, don’t you, Morgan?” he asked, more for himself than me.
I moaned in agreement. I knew Drew was getting close when he went faster, deeper, and more aggressively, pumping in and out of my ass. He slowly pulled out, pumped his cock and released. Feeling the bouts hit my ass and core, he rubbed it around with his cock.
Just like always, the intense love making was over, and reality once again set in. I removed myself from the bed and went to the shower. Drew joined me, kissing every little place his hands hurt me.
Unfortunately, I didn’t get to go with Alicia, go to the sandwich shop, or to our next appointment with Deidra. Drew went, and I listened, participating through a conference call on my bed. I was trying to avoid Marta, feigning an illness. I would be so mad at Drew if she quit again. Of course things were wonderful between us. They always were after Drew hit me. Drew could win the husband of the year award ten times over after this happened. And I devoured it, forgetting as much as I could about the bruises on my face.
“Are you here with us, Morgan?” Deidra asked over the phone at the start of the conference call.
“I’m here,” I replied, sitting Indian style, getting cozy for the session that Drew was attending without me.
“I hope you’re feeling better.”
“I’m fine, just a little bug.”
“Okay, we’ll just have Drew do most of the talking. Feel free to jump in anytime.”
“I will.”
“You can pick up where you left off last week,” she offered.
How the hell did he do that? I didn’t even know where he left off. He remembered though, and it took me a minute to remember where he was the week before. Oh yeah, he was about to talk about the day I’d regained my memory.
“I left Morgan sleeping the following morning,” Drew began. “I was only going to Dallas, and would be back in a day. I thought about sending Derik, but wanted to see the merchandise myself. I definitely didn’t want the store, but I was interested in the retail. The building was too old and not in an upscale part of the city where I would have even considered it. It was best I took care of it myself. As I said, I’d be in and out in a day.
Morgan was gone when I checked in on her later in the afternoon. I didn’t call her, figuring she and Marta went out for lunch, the library, or maybe even the park. I had a meeting with the owner of Jan’s Jewels anyway, and I was trying to give her space, not worry about her so much.
I called a little later when I logged on, concerned seeing her sleeping on our bed. She promised she was fine and didn’t need Dr. Tharp. We talked again before she went to bed and once again she promised she was fine.
I never thought a thing. Everything looked perfectly normal to me. I couldn’t wait to get home. I checked in on Morgan the next day she was in the kitchen with Marta, sending her out of the house for the weekend. I shook my head, buttoning my cuffs, amused at her. She knew I hated when she did that. I didn’t mind her sending Marta away. I just wanted her to wait until I was home. I didn’t like her being there alone.
I wouldn’t be long though. I would be in the air and back home within two hours. And I was glad that Marta was leaving us alone for the weekend. It insured I’d be exploring Morgan’s body all over the house. That made me very excited.
Coming from the bathroom, I lifted my jacket from the chair and slid in one arm. I was just getting ready to close my laptop when I froze. Morgan went black in an instant. Where the hell did she get that bat? Better question, what the hell was she doing? She’d lost her mind for sure. I dialed her number watching the camera views on my screen disappear after the contact of the bat, because she had demolished them. She knew. She remembered. Fuck. She remembered and I wasn’t there with her.
“You don’t need to call me you son of a bitch. You can hear every word I’m saying,” she screamed. One by one I watched the cameras being smashed by Morgan’s deadly hands and a wooden bat; I was wondering where the hell she got it from.
Debating on what to do, I dialed Derik. He was my only option. Someone had to calm her down.
‘How’d it go?’ he answered, nonchalantly.
‘Derik go to the mansion. Now! Morgan knows. She knows everything.’
‘What? How do you know?’
‘She’s smashing cameras with a bat. Get over there and calm her down.’
‘I told you this would happen. What does she know?’
“I don’t know. I’m on my way now. Don’t you fucking touch her. You understand me?’
‘Yeah, I hear ya,’ he replied. I wasn’t convinced. Fuck. I needed to be home. If he so much as laid one finger on her, I’d kill him.
That was the longest two hours of my life. Running to the car, I dialed Morgan’s phone with no answer. Derik wouldn’t answer his either. Shit. Something happened. Something was wrong. I could feel it.
I had no idea what the hell happened. Derik was MIA, Morgan wasn’t answering her phone and there was no sign of her when I finally entered the house.
‘Morgan,’ I called to the empty house.
‘I ran upstairs, the den, the kitchen, my office, she wasn’t anywhere. Where the hell was she? It was a long shot, but I walked down the long hall where Michael once slept and where I’d once kept Morgan locked for days. She wouldn’t go down that way. She always said it gave her the creeps and left an eerie feeling in her bones. I, of course, knew why she felt that way. I felt that way about that room too.
‘Morgan,’ I softly spoke.
Her words will haunt me for the rest of my life.
‘Do you think it’s still Stockholm syndrome when you fall in love with the Drew that you didn’t know?’
I hated the thought of that. Stockholm syndrome. What a filthy word and she felt that way. She thought I was a monster.
She’d no doubt lost her mind. She stood and pointed the gun right at my head when I tried to go to her. That was the first time in
my life that I’d felt real pain. She cried, shaking and screaming out everything I’d ever done to her. Her entire life had been a bad joke and I made it worse.
‘You hit me, Drew. You hurt me,’ she cried over and over. Her words rang like sound waves, repeating incessantly, ‘You hit me, you hurt me.’
I’d finally done it. Everything that had been bothering her over the last few months was out. She knew. I spent an hour confessing and explaining through a microphone, just like I’d spoke to her many times. Knowing she was crying from everything that I was saying to her, I wanted to go to her. I wanted to hold her and take away the pain, the pain that I caused. The pain that I could have kept from her, and now the fury that I felt learning that Derik had raped her, not once, not twice, but multiple times. I let that happen to her too.”
I could have interrupted Drew at that moment. I almost told him that I forgave him, and not to be sad over it. I didn’t say anything when I felt the pain in my eye after touching it. Brushing my hair back in a breath of disgust about all of this, I felt it, deciding to keep quiet and let Drew talk.
“Locked in that room for four hours, I paced, cussed screamed, and hated myself. Would she really leave me there? What did she mean with my sheriff? She was really going to marry another man while being married to me? That meant he fucked her. I’d kill that son of a bitch. Some other man had his hands on Morgan. My mind was all over the place. What right did I have to be angry with a man that evidently did what I didn’t? He loved her. Why didn’t I love her? Why couldn’t I have been the prince charming that day when she turned eighteen, picked her up with a white horse and carriage, and got to know her?
Not even a year before I would have been fretting about her exposing me to Callaway, telling him all that I had done to her. That wasn’t what I was worried about. I didn’t care about any of it. I was worried that I was going to lose her. I couldn’t lose her. It could have been great. I could have shown her so much. We could have experienced a whole world together. Why did I have to be such an ass?
I excitedly looked up when I heard the lock on the door hours later. Morgan stood, staring at me. Taking a step forward she stopped me with her hand on my chest. I stopped.
‘I don’t want any of this,’ she stated, taking a step back and crossing her arms. ‘I want to go home. I want to go to Maine where I have friends.’
I nodded. What else was I going to do? What right did I have? ‘I’ll have Felix fly you there.’
I tried to tell her how sorry I was, how much I loved her, but expectedly it didn’t work. She left.
I should have given her space, let her have a moment to breath, soak it all in. I couldn’t do it. I called to make sure she made it to Maine okay, and then later on that night. The height of my day became my nightly conversations with Morgan. Two whole weeks, I went without seeing her. I couldn’t take it. I had to see her. There had to be some reason for me to go to her.
‘I want to find my mom,’ she confessed as we talked on the phone.
That was all I needed. I’d find her mother and deliver the news.
I didn’t really have a hard time at all finding Amanda. She had married a handyman, opened a bed and breakfast in North Carolina, and had a daughter. I delivered the news to Morgan the very next day.
I would almost say that was the best couple days of my life. I mowed her grass for her, changed her oil, and hunted sea glass, my new favorite thing to do. I actually found one of the rarest colors there is: black. I was going to do something special with it, for Morgan. We made love on top of the world again, this time overlooking the ocean.
And then we had a fight. Morgan left her laptop on the table while she showered. I would have been fine with the email from Dawson, offering to let her go. It was hers that pissed me off. She was downright, yelling, telling him not to do this, not to throw what they had away. I was fighting a losing battle. I’d never win. The cards were stacked against me and good guy Dawson would win.
I took off walking, calling Felix to get the plane ready. The town wasn’t too far away and I hoped someone would pick me up. I made it to the stop sign, shaking my head when I saw the good guy sheriff’s car. The car parked behind his cruiser was also familiar. They never came up for air until I was right upon them. I was fuming. I was pissed. Morgan didn’t deserve this shit. Not only was Dawson supposed to be in love with her, Lauren was supposed to be her friend. Wasn’t there some sort of girl rule about that—?”
“Drew,” I had to interrupt. What did he mean? He knew about that before I did?
“I’m sorry, Morgan.”
“Why didn’t you tell me? Don’t you think things would have gone a lot smoother and been a little easier on me, had you told me that Dawson was seeing Lauren behind my back?”
“No. I don’t think that at all. I think you would have called me a snake and a liar. You would have accused me of making it up to win.”
Hmm, Drew had a point. I would have done that then. “Go on,” I requested, waiting to hear the rest.
“Dawson made excuses. ‘This isn’t what you think. Is Morgan okay?’ Dawson asked. I wanted to punch him. He had his tongue halfway down Lauren’s throat, asking if Morgan was okay.
Lauren backed away from Dawson, looking sorry herself. I wanted to slap her too. How could she do this? How could either of them do this to her? Didn’t they think she’d been through enough?
‘I’ll talk to you later.’ Lauren smiled at Dawson and walked back to her car. I glared at her, shooting daggers at her.
‘Stay away from Morgan,’ I instantly fumed at Dawson. I didn’t care what kind of law enforcement he was. I was ready to beat the hell out of him. How could he do this? She was sitting at home confused as hell about what to do, and he was doing her supposedly best friend.
‘You don’t know shit. Lauren knows where I stand with her. She knows that if I have the slightest chance with Morgan, I’m taking it.’
‘You don’t have a fucking chance in hell with Morgan,’ I yelled, shoving him against his car.
He shoved me back. ‘And you think you deserve that chance? You remember one damn thing. I was the one there to calm her down when she woke terrified of the things you did to her. You think you deserve her? You deserve to rot in prison for what you did. I only got close to someone else while spending hours and hours looking for Riley, afraid she was with you and what you were doing to her. You stay away from her and let her decide.’
‘One, her name is not, and never has been Riley. And two, if she chooses me, you can just go next door to Lauren.’
‘Fuck you, man. You have no right to look down on me. None.’
Dawson kindly gave me a lift into town, and we bickered back and forth the whole five minutes. I could see how Morgan would fall for a guy like him. Had I not just caught him kissing her best friend, I would have thought him to be a nice guy. Nice guys didn’t fuck your best friend.
I did my best to leave Morgan alone and let her figure this out on her own. I was sure that Dawson would come clean with her and be out of the picture in no time. I did buy her a nice car and had it delivered. I wasn’t about to let her travel in that piece of shit Honda she was driving. I, however, didn’t realize it was going to take her six weeks to decide.
I spent my time, trying to get my new assistant on board and up to par. I have to say that out of every guy that I interviewed Celeste Johnson was the most qualified. Maybe qualified wasn’t the word, she was a hard ass, reminded me a lot of myself. She was ten times better than Derik ever was. I may have even been a little intimidated by her.
Our very first prospect together was an actor, proposing to his actress girlfriend. We’d flown to New York City together, wined and dined the guy, and then showed him the very expensive merchandise. I’d told Celeste to keep her mouth shut and to only observe. Thankfully he fell in love with the most expensive piece I brought. The only problem was he’d told Mystified Jewels of New York he would give them a chance as well and would take a look at wha
t they had. I nodded, telling him that I understood.
‘We recognize your need to see what Mystified has to offer, however, Mr. Stewart, this piece will no longer be available after tomorrow. Would you like for me to put a hold on the next best thing for a couple days?’ Celeste spoke up.
‘What do you mean? You can’t hold that one for me? That’s my first choice,’ he argued.
‘I wish I could, but it’s been promised to another actor after today. I would be happy to hold the other one for you.’
‘What actor?’
Celeste crossed her legs, tilted her head, and smiled. ‘You know that I can’t disclose that information. I’m sure you’ll read it in a magazine or see it on E later this month when he proposes.’
‘You know what? Let’s just wrap this up. I’ll have the money to you by tomorrow,’ the actor quickly replied.”
Chapter 32
“And this was around the time Nicholas was born,” Deidra interjected.
“Yes, I’m sure Nicholas was conceived that weekend.” Drew replied. “I should have contacted Morgan sooner. I knew Callaway was in bad shape, I’d just stopped by a few days before. I didn’t think he was on his death bed. I didn’t think he was going to die. I was planning on calling her as soon as I had some loose ends tied up with some business I’d been dealing with.
‘That makes no sense at all, Drew, Why would you move the 32nd Street store? Its profit margin was over thirty percent past goal last month. Move the Garland store if you want that location,’ Celeste pleaded her case. She was good. She was real good.
‘Hmm? Garland is in a lower traffic area. Call Burnside Realty, go check out the location. This might work,’ I decided, thinking about it. I was surprised to see Callaway flash across my ringing phone. He hadn’t personally called in at least a couple months. ‘Hello, how are you feeling?’ I answered.