Chapter 23

 

 

 

 

 

“Amanda!” Jason yelled for my mom from the deck. We both turned to see him waving us toward the house.

We walked the beach and to the deck hand in hand.

“Someone must have known you were coming,” Jason said, holding a brown wrapped package for me.

“Drew knew,” I admitted, taking the package. I wondered if I should open it in front of them, but it was small, I figured it was safe, probably diamond earrings or something.

I smiled when I pulled the black sea glass, dangling from a thin sterling silver chain. It was beautiful and perfect for my situation. The polished sea glass held a tiny dream catcher to catch all my bad dreams. One delicate feather dangled, carefully over the sea glass with a tiny ruby bead right in the middle.

“This was the best day of my life. I love you,” I read the hand written note.

I know I was teary eyed. I couldn’t help it. He was doing things that blew my mind lately which made my case even worse. I loved him. That was the bottom line. I loved the twisted bastard.

“Oh my God!” Caroline squealed. “That is black. Where did you get that?” she asked, excited.

“On the beach in Maine,” I replied, handing it to her to see.

She looked at it wide eyed and amazed. “This could have come all the way from Italy.”

I smiled. The girl knew her sea glass.

“Do you hunt sea glass?” she asked, excited.

“Yeah, I do. I have nine pieces now,” I told her.

“Do you want to see mine?”

“I would love to,” I said, letting her take my hand and pull me to her bedroom.

I noticed my mother and Jason’s reflection through the glass as I was being led away. He embraced her, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. It made me happy. A lot of things were making me happy that day.

My suitcase was on the twin size bed in Caroline’s room. I was bunking with her. I know it sounds stupid, but I was giddy, thinking about sleeping in the twin size bed across from my little sister. I felt like we were having a slumber party.

Caroline took a shoe box from the shelf in the closet. I looked around her room while she retrieved it. What I wouldn’t have done for a room like that when I was her age. The walls were pink. The two twin beds had matching pink quilts with dolphins. Her walls were covered with pictures of sea creatures and one of Justin Bieber. That one made me smile.

She sat on the bed beside me and explained to me each and every piece of her sea glass. She remembered where and when she had found each one. She even knew what they had probably come from.

“I still haven’t found any black though,” she said. “I can’t believe you found black. Do you have any idea how rare that is?” she asked.

“Yes, I do. I can’t believe I found it either.”

“Hey, do you want to go with me in the morning? I’m getting up at six in the morning to go hunting. My dad said I had to wait until nine because he didn’t want to get up that early. I don’t want to wait that long. We’re going to get a big storm later and right after a storm is the best time. I’m afraid someone else will walk by and find it before me.”

“I would love to get up at six and go with you,” I smiled at her. I just loved her to death. She hugged me.

“I think I like having a big sister,” she said.

“I think I like having a little sister,” I replied. She smiled the biggest smile ever.

Jason grilled burgers on their private deck off from their apartment away from the other guests. Caroline was showing me the sea glass that she wanted to find on her iPad. My mom was in the kitchen making side dishes. I asked her if she wanted help, but I think she was happy to see Caroline and me hitting it off so well. She even sat on my lap as her finger swiped the pages on her tablet.

Jason got on to her for not cleaning her plate and then made her get down from walking across the banister with her hands out, balancing herself. I was amused. This was what a real family was supposed to be like, and I hoped someday to have a little girl just like Caroline.

“Want a play a game?” Caroline asked, joining us back at the table.

“Let Morgan eat, Caroline,” Jason scolded.

“It’s not that kind of game, Dad. She can eat and talk, can’t she?”

I laughed as I grabbed my napkin from being taken away from the wind. I knew too that there was a storm brewing. I could feel it.

“I can talk and eat,” I said. I wanted to do whatever this little girl asked me to do.

“Okay, it’s called the nosey game,” she started to explain.

 “No, Caroline,” her dad insisted. I took it that he knew exactly what game she wanted to play.

“She can say, Nosey Rosy if she wants to,” she exclaimed.

“It’s fine,” I assured him. He shook his head.

“Okay. So I ask you a question and you have to answer. If you don’t want to answer you just say Nosey Rosy, but I get to pinch your cheeks,” she explained.

“Caroline is an expert at making up games to figure people out,” my mom said. I didn’t mind. I thought it was cute.

“You can go first,” she said, ignoring our mother.

“What grade are you in?” I asked.

“I’m going to be in second when school starts. What is your favorite color?” she asked.

“Pink. What is your favorite subject?” I saw her eyes light up when I said pink. I was sure that it was her favorite color too.

“I hate school, my favorite subject is art. What’s your middle name?”

“Joyce, after my grandmother.”

Her mouth plopped open. “Mine too, were we named after the same grandma, mom?” She asked, turning to our mother.

“Yes. You were both named after the same sweet lady,” she smiled.

“Do you have a boyfriend?” she asked.

“I have a husband,” I wasn’t about to tell her that I had both. “Do you have a boyfriend?” I countered.

“Nosey Rosy,” she giggled. We all laughed, and I pinched her cheeks.

We played the game until Jason said that was enough. The wind was really starting to get strong, and we needed to get things carried into the house.

We ate pie and had coffee later on with the guests in the dining room. The wind was howling, and we could hear thunder in the distance. It wasn’t even close to being time for it to be dark yet, but the storm made it look as if it were ten o’clock at night.

“This is going to be a good one,” Caroline said, standing in front of the glass doors.

“Get away from the glass, Caroline,” Jason demanded.

She was like me. She couldn’t stop staring out at the wicked weather. The lighting looked as it would strike the house at any second. The waves were massive, coming from an angry sea. The wind whipped through the house as if it were trying to carry it off, and the thunder set it all in stone. About ten minutes later, the lights flickered and then went out. I was a little scared. Caroline on the other hand, was excited. I assumed she had been through many storms, living that close to the ocean.

“I’ll get the generator going,” Jason said, excusing himself.

My mom ushered us all into the sitting area, and we played charades with the guests by the dimly lit generator lights. I laughed so hard at Caroline. She was quite the little ham and wasn’t a bit shy.

The storm had quieted down, and everyone retreated to their rooms. Caroline had her own bathroom, and we both grabbed very quick showers in the dark. The lights still hadn’t come on when Caroline and I crawled into our beds.

My mom came in as soon as we were in bed. “Are we reading tonight?” she asked.

“Oh, yeah,” Caroline said, grabbing the hardback book from the nightstand between us. “Can we start over, so Morgan knows what’s going on?” she asked.

“I guess since we are only on chapter three.”

“Okay,” she said, sitting up and crossing her legs Indian style. “We have to read three chapters, so Morgan can read too.”

My mom smiled and rubbed her back. “Okay,” she agreed. Caroline leaned into my mom’s chest and began to read. I’m not even sure what she was reading. I was too busy reading into what I was witnessing. I didn’t remember my mother ever reading a book to me or my brother.

“Tran, tranq, tranquitity,” Caroline paused, trying to sound out a word.

“Tranquility,” my mom, said helping her out.

“What’s that mean?” she asked, looking up to her.

“It means quiet, calmness, stillness,” she answered.

“Oh, like peace. That makes sense,” she decided and got back to her reading.

I loved the affectionate look in my mother’s eyes as she stared at me. She really was happy that I was there. She read the next chapter and then I read the next. I had actually started getting into the book when my chapter was over. It was about a ten year old boy and an eight year old girl, lost on an island.

Caroline and I both lay down, and my mom tucked her and kissed her on the head.

“I love you,” she said.

“Love you too, mom.”

I wasn’t sure how to react to my mother’s affection when she did the same thing to me. She pulled my quilt up and kissed me on the head just like she had Caroline. She brushed my hair from my forehead and kissed me too.

“I love you, Morgan, and I’m so glad you’re here.”

“Me too,” I said. I couldn’t make myself tell her that I loved her too. I could only remember her saying it once in my life, and that was when she left me. I wasn’t ready to say that just yet.

 

I woke to Caroline shaking me in the morning.

“Morgan, come on. It’s daylight,” she said, trying to coax me out of bed.

I opened my eyes and realized where I was. I stumbled to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, pulled on a pair of shorts and a tank top. She wasn’t lying. It was daylight… barely. I slipped on my flip-flops and followed her out.

We walked way down the beach, at least a mile and a half. She wanted to start as far south as we could go and then slowly make our way back. We searched the many piles of pebbles, rocks, and shells washed up from the previous night’s storm. I found a piece right away. It was the most common, Kelly green, but it was still a nice piece. We were moving like a couple of snails, searching for our treasures. I still couldn’t see the house, and I wanted coffee. Little Ms. Caroline on the other hand, was engrossed and wasn’t about to pick up her dawdling pace. She was on a mission.

By the time Caroline finally found a piece, we were almost back to the house. I was so hoping that she did. She looked so bummed because she hadn’t found anything. She found a rather rare piece. It was lime green, and I listened to her explain to me that it was probably from a soda bottle from the sixties. I already knew what she was telling me, but didn’t dare put a damper on her enthusiasm.

Our mother was getting worried by the time we finally made it back to the house four hours later. I felt tired, and could have used a nap. She poured me a cup of coffee and had to make Caroline sit down long enough to eat something. One of the guests was surfing and wanted her to come. She didn’t want to eat. She wanted to go play. She scarfed down the egg sandwich and was off.

Jason kissed my mom and left too. She explained that he always stayed nearby without her knowing when she ran off to surf. He worried about her being in the hands of strangers, she explained with a smile.

 

 

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My ten minute visit to tell my mother what I had thought about her leaving her kids to go create a better life for herself had turned into six weeks. I didn’t want to leave. I liked bunking with Caroline, and we had started the second book in the Lost series. I still had not heard one word from Drew or Dawson. I liked being there, pretending that I was a little girl in a real family. I knew that I couldn’t continue the charade for much longer, although I was sure that my mother and Caroline would have loved for me to do just that. I had to get back to life. My life. Whatever that was.

It was looking like I would be finding a place to plant my roots alone. I was pretty sure that I was okay with that. I needed a fresh start. My mother’s success had made me feel like it was okay not to choose either one of the men that I loved. Maybe I would find a man that loved me as much as Jason loved her, and I would eventually have a little girl as neat as Caroline.

I may be doing that sooner than planned. I was freaking out one evening, pacing back and forth on the deck.

“Hey, you okay?” my mom asked, coming to join me.

“I don’t think that I am,” I said running my fingers through my hair.

“Go play for a little bit, honey,” my mom told Caroline when she came skipping around the other side.

“What’s going on, Morgan?” she asked.

“I’m late,” I stated.

“Oh, boy. How late are you?”

“Three days.”

“That’s not a lot,” she tried to make me feel better.

“It is for me. I’m never later.” This couldn’t be happening right now. I was on the pill. I never missed a pill, and I never missed a period. I would take my mother’s advice and feed myself to the sharks if I was pregnant.

“Do you want to go into town and get a test?” she asked.

“No. That’s going to make it real,” I assured her.

She smiled. “Would this baby be Drew’s or the sheriff’s?”

I shook my head. My mother was going to deem me a cheating slut without ever knowing the truth. “I couldn’t even begin to pinpoint it. I slept with Drew the Friday before I came here and Dawson the very next day.”

“I’m not going to judge you, Morgan,” she said as though she was reading my mind. “I had three kids from three different fathers. Caroline was the only one that was conceived with the man I was married to.”

I snapped my head to her. “What do you mean?” I asked.

“The drunken, low life father that you grew up with isn’t Justin’s real dad either,” she admitted.

“He isn’t?”

She shook her head. “His dad was a trucker, Mad Dog,” she added. I was sure she didn’t know his real name. “I don’t think your dad was able to have kids. You were seven by the time I had Justin, and I had never used any form of birth control. I slept with a trucker once and got pregnant.”

“Did he know?”

“He suspected, but I never admitted to it.”

“Oh God, mom. I can’t be pregnant. What the hell am I going to do?”

“Let’s go to town,” she coaxed.

Caroline pouted because her dad told her she had to stay with him. I promised her that I would do something fun with her later. That satisfied her, but she still wanted to go along.

I rode with my head against the cool glass of my BMW. My mother drove. I didn’t mind, I was having a nervous breakdown. I had a hard enough time reminding myself to breathe. My mother tried to console me, but it wasn’t working. I knew with everything in me that I was pregnant. I had a feeling. Going to buy a pregnancy test was pointless.

Jason took Caroline out to the beach to look for sea glass so that we could have some privacy. I knew my mother told him what was going on. I didn’t mind. I was glad that she told him everything. That’s the way it should be.

“What does the one line mean again?” I called out from the bathroom.

“It means you’re not pregnant. A plus sign means that you are,” my mom called back.

Fucking A…

I breathed the biggest sigh of relief when I saw the one negative line come into clear view of the little window. I don’t think I have ever been so happy in my life. I opened the bathroom door and showed my mother the evidence. She hugged me, happy that I was happy. I wanted a baby. I just wanted to be living with its father and know who he was.

I spent the better part of the afternoon in the hot shed with Caroline and Jason. We made glass lit bottles to display our sea glass. I had to laugh at Caroline holding her iPad, giving her dad instructions from the pin that she found on Pinterest.

Our mother came to the door around six. Caroline and I were sitting at a workbench with our backs to the door, pushing the tiny strands of lights through the holes that Jason had drilled for us. I knew she would want us to come and eat soon.

“Morgan, you have a visitor,” she spoke from the door.

I turned, seeing the most beautiful man in the entire world standing beside her. I wanted to throw myself at him. No. I wanted to fuck him. The sight of him sent a quivering sensation straight to my attention deficit disorder vagina.

“Well, come here,” Drew finally said, pulling me from my frozen stool position. I smiled, slid off the stool and right into his arms.

“Hey, baby,” he said into my hair. I could feel his smile.

“Hi,” I said, pulling away, knowing that nosey Caroline was staring with her curious little eyes.

I introduced him to my mom and Jason, and Caroline took it upon herself to offer her name.

“I’m Caroline,” she said offering her hand. “You must be Drew, I’ve heard a lot about you.” What? Little liar, I never talked to her about Drew. I looked at her like she had two heads.

“You talk in your sleep…. a lot,” she added. Shit… that could be bad.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Caroline,” Drew said with a smile, taking her little hand in his large one.

“Come, let’s eat,” my mother demanded.

“We’re not finished yet,” Caroline protested.

“We can finish them tomorrow,” I assured her. I didn’t want to play with Caroline anymore. I wanted to play with Drew.

We ate on the deck with the guests and were served by the help. We all had a glass of wine with our steaks. I wanted a cold beer. The wine tasted bitter to me. I didn’t drink mine.

Drew and I stared across the table at each other, constantly.

“Did you just come for a visit,” I asked, cutting into my too done steak.

“No. I came to take you back to Vegas with me.”

My eyebrows rose. “Really?”

His face got serious. “Mr. Callaway passed away yesterday.”

“Oh,” I said. I wasn’t sure what to say. I mean I was sad and grateful that he saw me as his only family and was leaving me all his worldly possessions, but I really didn’t know the guy.

“My car is here,” I stated. I didn’t know what else to say.

“We’ll fly back and get it. We need to fly out tomorrow for the funeral.”

 

There were no vacant rooms. Drew and I had to sleep on the pull out couch at my mom’s place. I couldn’t take it. Lying in his arms, fully clothed was killing me. I wanted him naked on top of my nakedness. I didn’t dare though. I knew how thin the walls were. I had lain in bed many mornings, listening to my mom tell Jason how happy she was that I was there.

“I didn’t think you were going to stay here for six weeks,” Drew quietly said as his fingers tormented me. Not really. He was only tracing my arm with his fingers, but still. I wanted him tracing other parts of my body.

“I guess I was just trying to run away. Escape,” I replied.

“How’s that working out for you?”

“It was actually working out pretty damned good until you showed up.”

“And Dawson?”

“I haven’t talked to him either. We had a fight before I left. You both decided to give me my space at the same time.”

“You had a fight? Why?”

“What do you think,” I said, stating the obvious.

“Me?”

“Yup.”

“We talked about you the night that he gave me a lift. I can see how you like him. He seems to be a good guy.”

I snorted at him saying like. I didn’t like Dawson. I loved him. Drew knew that. He just wasn’t able to say it out loud.

Drew and I talked for a long time. I told him all about my mom, and everything that she had confessed to me. He already knew a lot of it, like the pictures that she was sent periodically.

 

Mother fucker. Fucking, lying son of a bitch.

I looked straight at my mom when I finally quit heaving enough to rejoin the rest of them for breakfast the following morning. She knew. She knew what I knew. The stupid little stick that I had pissed on, lied. I was pregnant. I knew I was. She knew it too and smiled a warm, motherly smile.

“You okay?” Drew asked as I sat beside of him, sipping my coffee.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I lied. I was far from okay. My stomach felt like it was going to regurgitate itself, and I was fucking pregnant. I was pregnant with a baby with two dads. No. I wasn’t okay.

“When will you be back?” my mom asked. “We had a cancellation for next week. I’ll keep that room open if you are going to be back in a few days,” she offered.

I looked at Drew for the answer.

“We can come back in a few days. I hired a new assistant that is doing awesome. I can get away.”

That wasn’t my plan.

 

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Drew and I weren’t in the air twenty minutes before we were fighting.

“You don’t have to fly back with me. I need to fly back, pick up my car, and head home,” I told him.

“Head home? So home is in Maine?” he asked.

“I don’t know, Drew. What did you think I was going to do?”

“You know what, Morgan? I have no fucking idea what you’re going to do, and I’m a little sick of trying to figure it out.”

“FUCK YOU,” I yelled. I was glad that we were on a private jet. I didn’t say it quietly.

He turned on me, grabbing both of my arms, forcefully. “Is that what you need, Morgan? Do you need for me to fuck you?” he asked through gritted teeth.

 “Yes,” I rasped.

What the fuck? I didn’t mean to say that.

Drew slid my sundress up and kissed me hard. I lost myself in a matter of seconds.

“Do you know what I really want to do to you, Morgan?” he asked, angrily taking my mouth, and not giving me time to respond, not that I had enough wits about me at that time to respond anyway.

“I would love to bend you over my knee and beat some sense into your naked ass.”

Okay...

He didn’t do that. He tossed me to the white leather seat, raising my skirt as his mouth did crazy things to my lips and neck.

“GET OUT!” Drew yelled, turning to the guy that had just walked into Drew being on top of me with my dress around my waist. I didn’t look to see, but I could tell the guy got the hell out of there.

He undid his belt and pulled my panties to the side, forcefully entered me and fucked the hell out of me on the plush white leather seat. I lasted all of about three minutes before I was clawing his back and trying my best not to scream. I wanted to scream. I needed to scream. I hadn’t had an orgasm in over a month, well, besides the couple that I gave myself in the shower.

Drew thrashed in and out of me, and I can’t even begin to describe the look on his face. It was a mixture of the look right before he used to hit me, love, obsession and lust, all mixed together.

“Dammit, Drew,” I scolded when he grabbed the fabric between my legs and tore it out of his way.

He ignored me with a shit eating grin. I was just getting ready to come again when he had to go and ruin it.

“I’m not letting you go, Morgan. I fucking love you.”

What the fuck did that mean. He wasn’t letting me go? I didn’t reach my second high before Drew reached his. My mind relocated from what was being shoved inside of me to what Drew had just said. Should I be scared? Did he mean that I would be held against my will once again?

“What, Morgan?” he asked, seeing the confused look on my face.

“What do you mean what? I have to walk around in a dress with no panties now,” I chastised. I didn’t want to go there just yet, not with him still inside of my body.

He smiled and kissed me. “I have missed you like crazy,” he said, biting my bottom lip.

“Why didn’t you call me?” I asked.

“Why didn’t you call me?”

“I didn’t think you wanted to talk to me. You left pissed off, remember?”

“I always want to talk to you. Believe me, I had a hell of a time not calling you. I kept myself busy, trying to get this new assistant on board. I traveled every chance I got, and even filled the gym back up with equipment. Every time I couldn’t get you out of my head and wanted to call, I would work out.”

He slid out of me and took my hand, pulling me up.

“You need to go underneath the plane and get me a pair of panties,” I said, removing what was left of mine. I didn’t want to have a serious conversation with him just yet. I had other things on my mind, like what was growing inside of my uterus.

He smirked. “I love the idea of you walking around in this dress with no panties,” he assured me, pulling my strap down and kissing my bare shoulder.

“You drive me crazy sometimes,” I countered.

“You drive me crazy all the time,” he assured me with a full blown tongue kiss.

 

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“Drew, where are we going?” I asked when the driver took us in the wrong direction.

“We’re having lunch with one of Randal’s investors,” he decided to tell me.

“Can’t we go home first?” I asked, a little pissed off that he waited until we were on our way there to tell me.

“No. We don’t have time. Why do you need to go home first?”

“You idiot. Where is my bag?”

“On its way to the house”

“I’m not going to a restaurant with no panties in this thin dress,” I demanded.

“Yes, you are,” he smirked. “You used to always wear dresses shorter than this with no panties.”

“Because you made me!”

“And I walked around half the night with a hard on thinking about it.” He smiled.

I crossed my arms and looked out the window, pouting. He was impossible. He would always be a manipulator, and there was nothing I could do to change that. I hoped the baby did turn out to be Dawson’s he would be a much better father. I didn’t want my kid to have any of Drew’s hang-ups.

  Drew held my hand as we were led to the waiting table. He introduced me as his wife to the man he called Mr. Sturgeon, and then to the gorgeous blonde who stood to shake my hand. She was wearing a short black pencil skirt, white satin blouse, showing plenty of cleavage and three inch stilettos.

“This is Celeste, my new assistant,” he offered.

Oh, fuck no!!!!

 I shook her hand and tried to hide my shocked expression as best I could. Was he fucking crazy? I bet he already fucked her. Did he think that I was going to be okay with this perfect 10, being his assistant?

I paid no attention to the conversation going on around the table. They talked about stocks, and bonds, and moving money here to there, but my mind was reeling too much to stay focused. I was sure that I was pregnant with someone’s baby, I was sitting there panty-less, and my husband just sprung his beautiful new assistant on me.

“Is that okay with you, Morgan?” Drew asked.

“What?”

“Morgan, you need to pay attention, this involves you too. You can have a say in anything thrown out.”

“Why? I didn’t get a say in anything else,” I replied with narrowed eyes. He smiled. He knew exactly what I was talking about.

“That will be fine, Mr. Rawlings,” Drew offered.

 

We stood on the sidewalk with Celeste waiting for our cars to be brought around. Drew asked her about some proposal. She said that it was finished and would bring it by later.

 Of course, she was coming to our house. Why wouldn’t she? Derik practically lived there when he was Drew’s assistant.

“It was nice meeting you, Mrs. Kelley,” Celeste said as her car was being pulled up.

I smiled and nodded as our driver pulled up, as well.

I didn’t have time to light into Drew the way I had planned once we were in the car. Drew got a call and talked business the entire ride. I stared out the window while he conducted business. I did turn to him with a glare when he placed his hand on my upper thigh. I picked it up and moved it to his own leg. He smiled, shaking his head.

His conversation continued into the house and to his office. I followed him. We were having words. I was sure of it. He sat at his desk, and I sat in one of the wingback chairs across from him. Finally after another ten minutes of me patiently waiting, he ended his call.

“I’m all yours,” he said, wearing the stupid little smirk that I wanted to slap right off his face.

“Are you sure about that?” I asked.

“What?” he asked with a confused expression.

“That you are all mine.”

“Come here,” he demanded.

“No.”

“No?”

“No, I’m not coming to you. I can’t believe you hired someone like that to be your assistant. Did you not think I might be a little pissed off about you traveling and working with someone who looks like that?”

“Excuse me. Would you like lunch, sir?”

“Hi, Marta.” I smiled turning to the open door.

“Hi, Morgan. How are you?”

“I’m good. We had lunch, but I would love a cup of coffee,” I requested.

“Me too,” Drew said.

“Morgan, you should see this woman’s track record. She knows her shit. I don’t care what she looks like. You should see her negotiate, the woman’s better at it than I am.”

“Why didn’t you ask my opinion about it first?” I asked. I’m not sure that I had the right to ask. We weren’t even really talking but dammit all the way to hell and back.

“I think I did, Mrs. Kelley. I asked you if you wanted to be part of the interviewing process. You did not. Remember?”

Shit…

I stopped before saying anything else when Marta carried our coffee in on a tray.

“I’ll come and see you in a little bit,” I told her. I missed Marta. I really like her. She smiled and left us to get back to our argument.

“Come here,” he requested again.

I stood and leaned against the corner of his desk with my arms crossed.

“If you tell me that you are going to stay right here with me, you never have to worry about another woman,” he promised, looking up to me.

“I don’t want you with other women if I don’t stay,” I assured him.

“And you think I want you to be with Dawson?”

Okay, he had a point.

“I have no reason to ever cheat on you, Morgan. I love you that much, and you are the hottest little thing that I have ever had between the sheets.”

“You’re just saying that because of our fucked up sex life. Any other woman would run away, screaming.”

He picked up my leg and moved my foot between his legs. He ran his hand up my calf and straight to my already throbbing pussy. “I love our fucked up sex life,” he said as his finger dipped inside of me.

Fucking hell.

I dropped my foot just as quick as he removed his hand from under my dress when Celeste cleared her throat from the door.

“Sorry to interrupt, Marta let me in,” she said with her face as red as mine. She knew what she saw as well as I knew what I felt. That was twice in one day that we had been caught.

“I’m going to talk to Marta. I’ll see you later,” I told Drew, leaving him to his business. “Leave the door open,” I whispered, kissing him just in front of his ear. I didn’t look at Celeste as I walked out. I couldn’t. I was too embarrassed.

I visited with Marta in the kitchen for a while, and then went to my old room for a needed shower. I thought about talking to Drew about being pregnant, but decided to wait until after the funeral the next day. I wasn’t even sure that I really was pregnant. The test said that I wasn’t, and I guessed that the morning sickness could have been just a bug or something.

Drew and I ate the evening meal that Marta prepared for us before leaving for the day. We sat at the table and talked. He asked me more about my stay in North Carolina, and I talked about Caroline a lot. I did love her like a sister and missed the little shit already.

“Morgan, there is a good possibility that Justin will be at the funeral tomorrow,” Drew informed me. I wasn’t sure how I felt about it. I mean I would be ecstatic if I did get to see him. I wondered if he would even recognize me. He was barely five the last time I saw him. I tried to remember when I was five. I remembered bits and pieces, like kindergarten, and my pet chicken that my dad had killed for supper. I wasn’t sure if I would remember someone from when I was five. I barely recognized my cousin Bobby.

Drew and I went to bed pretty early. Of course we didn’t go right to sleep, and had the most amazing fucked up sex ever. It consisted of the whole nine yards. Spankings, oral, anal, and I had even let him talk me into using one toy that I absolutely hated, the one that sent an electrical current to my clit, causing an immediate orgasm right before it stopped. It wasn’t as bad as I had remembered. At least I knew that I would come, eventually.