I walked down the stairs wearing a pair of black heels with a delicate strap wrapping around my ankle twice. I opened Drew’s office door, without knocking, of course. He and Derik both were going over some charts strung about his desk.
Derik looked annoyed. Drew’s jaw dropped when he saw me.
“I need your keys,” I said walking over to him.
He fumbled for his keys in his pocket.
“What the hell are you doing, Drew?” Derik asked. He didn’t want me to leave alone for some reason.
I shot him a dirty look. Who the hell did he think he was?
Drew placed his keys in my hand, and I kissed him. I was sure that wasn’t something that I did before either. Derik was the one picking his jaw up next.
I started out of the office and then turned back. “Drew?”
“Yeah?”
“I need some money,” I stated, remembering that I had an expired credit card in my purse, and that was it.
He smiled and took his wallet from the inside of his suit jacket. I walked back to him and took it from his hand. I looked up to him with a smile, and he leaned in and kissed me. He did it. I never even moved toward him for that. He did it all on his own. I smiled a victorious smile inside.
I left but purposely didn’t let the door close all the way. I wanted to hear what Derik had to say.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Derik asked.
“Nothing. Don’t worry about it.”
“I thought you said that you would have her back to being your little sex slave in no time. You’re letting her dictate you. What the fuck, Drew? You’re going to ruin everything.”
“I’m not going to ruin anything. I would rather her trust me and not run again.”
“I saw the way you looked at her, Drew. You’re playing with fire. You’re going to get us both burned. You need to reel her back in, like right now. I’ve got almost ten years invested in your get rich scheme. You’re not going to ruin this for me. What are you going to do when she wakes up and remembers how you used to beat the fuck out of her and torment her with your sick sex games?”
“Drop it, Derik,” Drew warned.
“Leave me alone with her for a week. I’ll make her remember why she is here. What about Skyler? Do you remember her?”
“I haven’t talked to Skyler in months. I’m over that. Get back to work.”
“We need to stick to the plan here, Drew, better yet, we need to go kill off the old man and do away with her before she ruins it all.”
My heart sank as I quietly walked away from the door. What the hell are those two up to? I ran? Where did I go? How did I get back here? Where was I? How long was I gone? I had so many questions and couldn’t answer a one of them.
Chapter 16
I sat on the bench at the park in my fancy clothes, feeling sorry for myself. He did hit me. He did do sadistic sex acts on me. All of my insights were right, all but one which I didn’t understand. Why did the mention of another woman make me jealous? Drew didn’t love me. He never did. He was in love with Skyler, whoever that was. I sat staring blankly at the dry cracked ground for over an hour. I had to snap out of it. I had to stick to the plan.
What fucking plan, Riley?
I did it again. Who the hell is Riley, and why did I keep referring to her as me?
Okay. Morgan, you can either sit here and have a pity party all day or you can keep doing what you’ve been doing. What if they were planning on killing me? I heard Derik say that they needed to get rid of me. Why? I didn’t have anything that they could want.
Stop it, Morgan. Let’s just think for a minute. Maybe I should run. I did it before apparently. Maybe I was Riley when I did. I couldn’t run. Where would I run to? I didn’t even know who I was. I got up from the bench and went about my planned day. I had lunch at the little café, went to a book store and bought two magazines and a romance novel. Why the romance novel, I didn’t know. I didn’t think it was my type of book, but it looked interesting.
I knew I had lost my mind when I walked into the next store. Well, I really did lose my mind. I had an excuse. I was in a corner store with every kind of sex toy imaginable. What the hell was I doing?
The store was fairly empty. I was glad of that. The older woman running the place paid me no mind as I walked around looking at the different objects. I shook my head, not believing I was about to do what I was about to do. I bought my two items with Drew’s credit card and left with my head down. I stopped at the little café again before heading back to the mansion. I bought Drew one of the Danish’s that I had. They were mouthwatering, delicious. I bought him some sort of fancy coffee with whip cream and chocolate swirled on the top.
Once again I didn’t knock. Derik looked pissed. I didn’t care. I was pissed.
“Can you leave us for a few,” I asked him.
He huffed. “No,” he point blank replied.
“Go, Derik,” Drew demanded.
He gave me a dirty look and stormed out. I should probably watch my back.
“You have got to stop doing that. I am trying to work here.”
“Why don’t you go to work like normal people?” I asked, and caught his half a grin.
“What can I do for you, Mrs. Kelley?” he smirked.
“You mean now or later?” I asked with a serious expression.
“Now.”
I gave him the bag with the pastry and opened the lid on his coffee. “I brought you something,” I said. He looked surprised. I must have never brought him anything before.
“You didn’t bring Derik any?”
I glared at him with narrowed eyes. “I don’t like him.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know. I think he hurt me before.”
“What do you mean?” Drew asked with a peculiar look.
“I don’t know. It’s probably nothing, just a feeling I get around him. Forget it.”
“I’m not sure I want to forget it,” Drew was defensive over me, maybe this wasn’t such a lost cause after all.
“I bought you something else too,” I said with a sexy look, wanting to forget about Derik.
Drew sipped his coffee. “Why are you buying me stuff?” he asked.
I moved in front of him and leaned against his desk right between his legs. I slid my hand into the brown paper sack and pulled out the anal beads with a smile. His eyes widened, but he couldn’t control his lip curling up a little.
“You are a bad girl,” he smiled.
I pulled out the next toy, one that I was certain he would enjoy trying out. It was a metal ring that went around the base of his shaft with two rods sticking out in different directions. When he moved into me, the silver balls would move in and out of my ass. The other rod would hit my clit with every thrust.
“You’re crazy,” he smiled.
“But you like it, right?”
“I do,” he admitted.
“Good. Now stand up and kiss me so that you can get back to work.”
Drew did exactly what I told him to do. He stood, spreading my legs with his and kissed me. He even went as far to wrap his arms around my back and grind into me. I moaned in his mouth.
“I thought you had work to do,” I exclaimed, placing my hand on his chest.
“I do. Get out of here,” he said with a quick peck to my lips and a swat to my behind as I walked away.
Derik glared at me right outside the door. I knew that he couldn’t believe my audacity, but I didn’t care. I couldn’t believe his.
I went upstairs and changed. I only wore the fancy duds to impress Drew. I think I succeeded. I hated them. I was done impressing him. I changed into a pair of white stretch shorts with a blue stripe running down both legs and a blue camisole.
I walked to the kitchen barefoot, and Marta was putting away the sack of groceries that I had brought home. I didn’t know how I knew, but somehow I knew that I liked to cook.
“I’ve got this. Mr. Kelley said to tell you that you could go for th
e night.”
“He said that I was only to leave if he himself told me to go,” she countered, afraid of losing her job.
“I would kind of like to have Mr. Kelley to myself tonight,” I smiled. “I want to cook for him myself. I promise you won’t be in any trouble.”
She smiled, knowing why I wanted my husband alone. “I see. Well, I wouldn’t want to stand in the way of romance,” she stated, drying her hands on a towel before leaving for the day.
I got right to work with my salad. I almost bought stuff to make spaghetti, but for some reason, I knew that Drew hated spaghetti. I didn’t know how I knew that, but I did or at least I thought so anyway, maybe I would ask him.
It was almost six o’clock. I was starting to wonder if Drew and Derik were going to stay in his office all night. My Swiss steak had been simmering for over an hour, not that it would hurt anything. They were actually better the longer they simmered. It was the mashed potatoes warming in the oven that I was concerned about.
Derik walked into the kitchen and took a bottle of water from the refrigerator. He twisted the cap and scanned my body with his eyes. I self-consciously pulled down on my cami.
“You’re treading on thin ice,” he boldly stated.
I didn’t have time to respond when Drew was right there.
“Derik,” he reprimanded.
Derik toasted his bottle of water toward me and left. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
“What are you doing?” Drew asked.
“Cooking. What did he mean by that Drew,” I asked.
“Don’t worry about it, Morgan. Just ignore him. Why are you cooking? Where is Marta?”
“I sent her home. I like to cook. Don’t I,” I decided to ask. “Did I cook for us before?” I wondered out loud.
“Yeah, sometimes. Marta left?” he asked. I could tell he didn’t like it.
“I told her to, Drew. She didn’t want to go because she said she was told not to leave unless you told her to. I just wanted us to have the house to ourselves for once. It seems like there is always someone here.”
Drew walked closer to me. “There is. This house is huge. Did you forget that too? Where are your shoes?”
I was still feeling extremely apprehensive about the overheard conversation. I wanted to lean into him and make him touch me, but I didn’t. I couldn’t quite read his mood, and I was afraid to.
“I know how big the house is, my shoes are upstairs, and I don’t like people always around here. Why can’t I do the cooking?”
“You don’t belong in the kitchen. I’m going to shower,” he said, turning to leave.
“Drew.”
He turned without speaking. “Hurry, I’m going to set the table.”
He smiled. Yes…he smiled. It might have been a small victory, but at least it was something.
My jaw dropped when I watched Drew stroll into the dining room. He was wearing jeans with a knit shirt that had three buttons at the top, all unbuttoned. I had never seen him in anything but suits. Well, not that I remembered anyway. He was hot. Sex appeal was dripping off of him, causing me to feel like I might drip a little too.
“Earth to, Morgan,” he said.
I shook my head trying to come out of the trance. “Sorry, you just, never mind,” I said. There was no way that I could say anything without it sounding ridiculous.
“What?” he asked, taking the head of the table with a smirk.
“Do you hate spaghetti?” I asked.
You idiot. You should have just commented on the jeans.
“What?” he laughed.
“I was just wondering. When I was trying to decide what to cook, I thought about making spaghetti, but for some reason I knew, well I thought, you didn’t like it.”
“You remembered right. I do hate spaghetti.”
Drew praised my cooking, but then we ate in silence. I don’t think either of us knew what to talk about. I was fighting with what I had overheard, and trying not to be afraid of him. I could tell that he was fighting something too. I had a good hunch that it was his new found attraction to me. I was sure that we hadn’t had that before. I also had a pretty good feeling that I was a weak, pathetic, sad human being when I was there before. Before I ran away to God only knew where.
“I have to leave tomorrow for a few days,” Drew finally said, breaking the stillness between us.
“Where are you going?” I asked, and I thought I caught a hint of irritation for asking, but he quickly replaced it.
“Montreal, I have a very lucrative prospect there that could turn into a major purchase.”
“Is Derik going?”
“No. Why do you ask?”
“What if he comes here while you are gone? I don’t trust him.”
“He won’t come here. I promise.”
“But what if he does? How would you know?”
“I would know. Don’t worry about Derik. He won’t come here.”
“Take me with you,” I threw out. I didn’t know why. I didn’t even know that I was thinking it.
He snickered. “You can’t fly yet. Remember? Dr. Tharp doesn’t want you in the higher altitude for six months.”
“Let’s clean up,” I said, looking away from him. I felt sad. I didn’t want him to leave me, and I was terrified of Derik even though I was sure that Drew was telling me that he would know if he was there because he had cameras in every room of this house. What the hell was wrong with me? I was sure that when I overhead Derik saying that they should stick to the plan and get rid of me that he was talking about killing me. Why? I didn’t know. That was why I had to continue to get inside of Drew’s head. I was just having a difficult time controlling my feelings for him.
“Clean up? You’re joking,” Drew said in a disbelieving tone.
“Why? Because you don’t belong in the kitchen either?”
“Exactly, let’s leave it for Marta.”
“You get off of that chair and help me clear this table. We are not leaving it for Marta,” I demanded. He listened. He made some sort of disapproving growling noise, but he got up and started carrying dishes to the kitchen. I smiled to myself.
Steady now, Morgan. Reel’em in slowly.
I rinsed and handed the dishes for Drew to deposit into the dishwasher. I wiped off the counter once we were done and turned to him staring as I dried my hands.
“I like you in jeans,” I said.
“You do?” he asked with a flirty grin.
“Yeah, I think you’re sexy as hell in jeans.”
He smiled a sexy smile and took a step toward me. My heart fluttered at his closeness, my hands became clammy, and the emotional desirability was almost unbearable. I grasped his shirt in my hand and leaned into him. He fisted my hair and pulled my head back, forcing me to look at him as he hungrily took my mouth with his.
Whoa Vagina.
I turned my head, beckoning him to take my neck. He did and ran his hand up my ribs and back. I thought I was going to faint. I needed to be lying down in a bed with my legs wrapped around his waist.
Before I knew what was happening I was naked, standing in the kitchen while his hands explored every part of my body except the one part that was begging for him to touch. He avoided that area as his hands discovered my body. It was a little strange, almost like he had never touched me before and he was trying to entrench my body in his mind.
Drew fiercely turned me and forced me onto the bar. It scared me. He had an aggressive demeanor going on that I wasn’t sure about. I quickly hid my fear and stopped him. I held his hands so that he couldn’t move them on me anymore. He looked up to me.
“Easy, Drew,” I whispered, and just like magic he went from hostile to gentle.
I never even asked. He spread me open in front of him on the bar and ran his tongue up my wet pussy. I dropped my head and moaned. I think he liked tasting me. We never got the chance to try out the new toys, and once I was yelling out, and I mean yelling, he pulled me up and down his body. He took me on
the kitchen floor, and it was the most glorious love making I had ever had in my life, not that I could really remember any other ones, but still.
“Was our sex life always this good?” I asked, running my nails down his back.
He rose up and looked down at me with a remorseful look. I didn’t understand it. I ran my fingers gently over his bottom lip.
“No. Morgan. It wasn’t always like this,” he softly spoke.
“How was it?” I asked, afraid of the answer.
I didn’t get one. He pulled out of me and lifted me to my feet.
“It doesn’t matter,” he demanded. He was distant. He let go of my hand and gathered his clothing, leaving me staring after him, alone in the kitchen.
Well. Okay then.
I didn’t want him to leave me. I didn’t want to go to the room upstairs that left me feeling, feeling, I wasn’t sure what it was. I just got a bad sensation in that room, and I hated it. I wanted to go for a walk with him or maybe watch some television with him, and fall asleep in his arms. That wasn’t going to happen, and he had shut me out when he shut his bedroom door behind him.
It was still pretty early, not even nine thirty yet. I ran a tub of water and sank into it, trying to decipher the thoughts running through my mind. I knew I was being watched. I sensed it. I could see Drew sitting on his bed with his laptop staring at me. I didn’t care. I felt hurt, rejected and alone.
I didn’t put on one of the sexy nighties or stringy panties. I pulled on a comfortable t-shirt and a pair of plain cotton panties. I crawled into bed and was surprised at how tired I felt, emotionally drained, more like it. I rolled over to my side and pulled my hair out, sprawling it behind me on my pillow. I was emotionally drained and fell asleep in no time.
I was on a beach. It was cold, and I was dressed in jeans and a hoodie. I was laughing. I was with friends, and we were playing football. Somebody grabbed me around the waist and playfully tackled me to the sand. I loved him. I felt it. I tried to see his face, but I never could. He kissed me and told me that he loved me. I squirmed away from him and yelled to the strawberry blonde girl to throw me the ball. I knew her. She was my friend. I woke straight up out of bed when I saw Drew there too. He hit me, and dragged me away from my friends and the man that I loved.
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