Chapter 30

 

 

 

“There was so much that she missed because of me. I never took her to a movie, a Broadway show, on a vacation, a honeymoon. She never had a girlfriend to shop and talk girl stuff with, do their nails, and complain about her man. I’d deprived her of everything she should have been experiencing.

I stroked her hair while I watched her sleep. Her sleep was usually troublesome and she’d wake up and take something to get back to sleep. This was the part that haunted me most. Just like it always started, she tossed her head from side to side, moaned in her sleep and breathed quick, short breaths. Sometimes I could kiss her forehead, shush her, and soothe her nightmares away. Sometimes I couldn’t.

‘I’ve got you, baby. You’re okay,’ I soothed, holding her tight. This was one of those times I couldn’t stop it. She clung to me, calming her breathing, trying to talk herself down.

‘Drew,’ she mumbled panicked and scared.

‘I’m here. You’re okay.’ I would comfort her over and over,” Drew spoke, looking at Deidra, “Morgan wasn’t okay. I made Morgan not okay. I had to come clean with her. I had to tell her everything regardless of the outcome. I had to tell her.”

“You were going to tell me, Drew?” I asked, not knowing this. Why hadn’t he ever told me this?

“Yes, I was going to tell you right before you remembered,” he said, turning to me and then back to Deidra. “I thought about it the whole time I was away from her on my next trip.” Drew continued, getting back to his story with Deidra as if I wasn’t in the room.

Why did he do that? Grrrrr.

“I was going to tell her when I got home that day. I’d send Marta away for the weekend and get it out. I had to, it was eating me up. If she chose to leave me, I’d live with it. If she chose to disclose everything to Callaway, I’d live with it. I didn’t care anymore. I had to make it right with her one way or another.

I smiled when I watched her through the cameras lie to Marta and tell her I’d called and told her to take off for the weekend. She hummed some song that I didn’t know but knew it was familiar to her when she stopped and thought about it for a second before continuing. I was sure she was trying to figure out how she knew the country song while she prepared her surprise meal for my arrival.

I didn’t get to talk to her that night. Derik had gotten there before me, dropping off some documents that I asked him to run over to the mansion for me. I could have killed him right there. Morgan was on the floor, and he was on top of her. Rage engulfed me; I threw him off her and hooked him in the jaw. He went off, blurting shit about me putting her in her place and how I should be treating her.

‘Get out!’ I screamed over and over. He needed to leave before I ripped his head off. I couldn’t believe he touched her breast. Who the hell did he think he was?

‘Are you okay?’ I asked, pulling Morgan to her feet.

‘Yeah, I’m going to get some ice,’ she sadly said, walking away from me.

‘Morgan.’ I tried to reach her. I could tell she wasn’t so happy to see me anymore. She pulled away and left me standing. I had no idea how to handle her upset. I never cared before. I did what I knew how to do. I went to my office and worked.

I chose to go on the next trip. Things felt strained between us and I didn’t like it, nor did I know how to fix it. Maybe if I left for a couple days, she’d miss me. I’d come home, and we’d be back to normal, whatever that was.

‘Why are you leaving, Drew? Why didn’t you send Derik?’ she asked.

‘It’s something I need to take care of myself,’ I lied, moving onto my side of the bed.

‘I feel like it’s more than that. Are we okay?’

‘Let’s talk, Morgan.’

‘I sat up, forcing her out of my arm, wanting her to sit as well.’

‘Talk about what?’

‘Things, Morgan. There are things that we need to discuss, things I need to get out.’

‘No you don’t, Drew.’

‘I do. Can you just listen?’

‘Drew, please don’t do this. We’re fine. Don’t, okay?’

‘Morgan, what are you afraid of? What do you think I am going to tell you?’

‘I’m not sure, but you don’t have to say anything. Please, Drew. Just go on your trip and if you still feel the need to talk to me, you can do it when you get back, okay?’

‘Okay, okay,’ I said, calming her. She was really upset. Why? Was she afraid of the unknown? Or did she know?

Thank god, the couple days away from each other seemed to help. I was able to clear my mind and was determined to tell Morgan everything. I had to. She had to know. She needed to know what a piece of shit mother and father she had. She needed to know they sold her to a man that didn’t want her, a man who used and abused her. My mind was made up. I was telling her everything.

It didn’t happen, again. I couldn’t do it. Morgan was so happy to see me. She was so giddy and playful, I decided to wait. Ruining her good mood wasn’t going to happen, not that night anyway. We watched a ballgame together, ate ribs at the little sports bar she’d come to love, okay, I loved it too. They made the best ribs in Vegas. The country music could have been changed but Morgan liked it, so I dealt.

‘Oh, I love this, Drew. Buy it for me,’ Morgan teased as we walked around a pawnshop she’d found and had been browsing.

‘That thing came out of cereal box. What is it anyway? It looks like a pebble.’

‘It’s green sea glass, although I’m sure you’re right. It doesn’t look like an aged piece of sea glass.’

We stared at each other while Morgan remembered something. I hated this shit. I had to tell her.

‘How about a gun?’ she retorted, trying to recover the awkward moment.

I laughed. ‘What are you going to do with a gun?’

‘Shoot Derik between the eyes.’

I laughed again. ‘Let’s get out of here,’ I coaxed.

We walked through the streets hand in hand, flirting and being in love. We even seductively shared an ice cream cone. I hadn’t had an ice cream cone in years and watching Morgan lick it from cone to the tip caused my cock to twitch.

‘You act like you’ve done that before,’ I teased.

‘No, just trying to teach you how to do it.’

I gave her an unbelievable look. ‘I never hear you complain when I do it.’

She laughed and licked it again, leaving a cold clump of strawberry on the end of her tongue then she transferred it to my mouth. We stood in the middle of a busy sidewalk making out like a couple teenagers, and I didn’t care. What the hell was wrong with me? I didn’t do this shit. I had dignity and formality to live up to. I didn’t make out in the middle of the street.

‘Answer your phone,’ Morgan whispered, pulling away from my lips. I didn’t want to answer my phone. I wanted to take her home. The passion that sizzled between us was ridiculous. You’d think we were the only two people on the streets. You remember that night, Morgan?” Drew asked turning to me. I smiled with a slight nod and he continued, “I answered, ‘Hey, Randal.’

‘Where are you?’ he angrily asked.

‘Um, just taking a walk with Morgan, why?’

‘You’re supposed to be here. Remember? The Martins anniversary party? Ringing any bells?’

‘No, that’s tomorrow night.’

‘No, I assure you. It’s tonight. I’m giving you one hour to get my granddaughter over here. Do you understand me?’

‘Yes, we’ll be there.’

‘What was that all about?’ Morgan asked.

‘Evidently, we’re supposed to be at a dinner party with Callaway. He told me tomorrow night. I know he did. Come on.’

‘Drew, we’re in jeans.’

‘I know. We have to run home and change and get over there.’

‘Can’t you just tell him we’re not coming?’

‘No, Callaway doesn’t really work that way.’

‘And neither does his son.’

I stopped and turned to look at her. I’d only told her that one time. And it wasn’t post-accident. ‘He’s not my father,’ I coldly replied.

‘Oh, why did I think that?’

I didn’t respond, I held her hand and quickly dragged her back to the ball field to retrieve the car.

We quickly showered together, dressing in record time. Morgan piled her long hair on top of her head, added makeup, and looked stunningly beautiful for a thirty minute turnaround time. I used to think Skyler wore red well. Morgan put her to shame.

Callaway was pissed, I could tell. He didn’t tolerate anyone being late, but it was his fault. I even double checked. The email said Saturday, not Friday at all. I, of course, didn’t argue that fact with him. He lightened up after talking to Morgan for a bit, something she was forbidden to do before.

I smiled over at her when she gave me a look and ordered a bowl of strawberry ice cream. We missed the entire dinner, but neither of us really cared. We were living on love. At least I was. I didn’t need food. I only needed her.

‘Drew,’ Derik spoke, nudging my arm and breaking my trance with Morgan.

‘What?’ I asked. I was still pissed at him for his little episode with Morgan. He nodded and I sat up.

‘Shit.’ I wasn’t expecting to see her there. I hadn’t seen Skyler in months. She looked right at me, smiling like I was taking her home.

 ‘You don’t like the wine?’ Callaway asked Morgan. I can get you something else if you’d like.

‘No, it’s okay. I think I like beer a little more than wine.’

I tightened my lips to keep from speaking. He was going to give me hell for that. I was sure. Ladies didn’t drink beer, they sipped wine. I shook my head at my unbelievable wife. Callaway had our entire table drinking beer from tall glasses. She had more control over that man than I ever did.

‘Go dance, I love this song, and I love to see you two dance together,’ Callaway persuaded. I didn’t really want to dance with Morgan. Skyler was there with her parents, staring me down.

I placed her soft hand in mine and smiled down at her, leading her to the back corner away from the gazes of Skyler. Morgan wasn’t in my arms five seconds before we were both lost in a whirlwind of emotions. I didn’t care about Skyler, Callaway, or anyone else. Morgan was all I cared about, all I wanted for the rest of my life.  It’s ridiculous, I know, but I swear we were making love right there on the shiny floor.

‘Drew,’ Morgan whispered. I looked down at her, and I swear she was fighting the same thing I was. The expression on her face was the same as it was when I was making love to her. Her lips were parted slightly, her eyes were closed, and she tilted her head just like she did when I was inside her.

‘What?’ I softly responded to the corner of her lips.

‘Take me somewhere.’

‘Somewhere like where? Morgan,’ I asked, having a good feeling of what she was asking.

‘It won’t take long. It’ll be quick, I promise. All you have to do is lift my dress.’

‘You’re not wearing panties?’

‘No. Why would I? You never let me wear panties when we go out.’

I ignored the last comment. I didn’t care about what she was reflecting on at the moment. I pulled her hand and led her out a set of double doors.

‘You no come here. You go to other side. This only employees,’ spoke a boy in broken English.

I removed my wallet from the breast pocket of my jacket, held up two one hundred dollar bills, and bribed him to send us in the direction of a private room. He studied the crisp bills in my hand, snatched them, and led us down the hall.

‘You no touch nothing,’ he exclaimed.

Morgan and I both laughed, closing the door to some executive’s office in the hotel. ‘Would you like the settee, the desk, or the table,’ I asked, taking her in my arms.

‘The window.’

Fuck. I’ve never made love like that before. It was quick, not by my choice; we did have a party to get back to. Morgan placed her hands on the glass wall, overlooking Las Vegas night life, and I slid her dress up. Caressing her hips, I made my way to her wet pussy. Holy fuck, was she wet.”

Oh, my god, Drew… Okay, maybe I could still get embarrassed around Deidra.

“Keeping up the momentum with my fingers, I freed myself and slid into her. She moaned and placed her cheek against the cool glass while I moved in and out of her. We moaned together, sexy as hell emotions as we made love on top of the world. I don’t know if it was the city lights, the red dress, the sneaking in some guy’s office or what it was, but it was magical. I don’t care how cliché that sounds. It was fucking magic.”

“Kind of like the boulder?” I asked, bringing us back to the present and thinking about making love on top of the world overlooking the ocean. I’m not so sure we didn’t conceive Nicky that day.

“Exactly like that,” Drew agreed.

That was the third time Drew and I made love on top of the world. The second one was on the rooftop of a high class casino, right on top of the piano.

Drew paused, smiled, and continued his story, “Sliding out of Morgan, I spun her, lifted her legs around my waist and leaned her against the glass. ‘You have to come, Morgan. I’m not going to last much longer.’ Holy mother fucking hell. My cock grew another inch when she moved her hand down and began, massaging her little nub, helping me out. God, she needed to come.”

I cleared my throat, trying to warn my obstinate husband that he didn’t have to tell her every little detail.

He disregarded it and didn’t skip a beat. “Hoping like hell the room was soundproof, Morgan called out, contracting around my cock. That was it, I was finished. I thrust deep into her, filling her with my own pleasure. She kissed me with a smile.

‘Have we ever done that?’

I laughed, kissed her soft lips, and placed her feet on the floor. ‘No. Never. You have sex hair.’

‘Sex hair?’

‘Yes, you need to fix yourself before we go back out there.’

‘I will. I need to clean your mess anyway.’

‘My mess?’

‘Yes, I’m not walking around with you all over me.’

‘What are you trying to say? You don’t like my come in your pussy?’

She snickered and kissed me. ‘I love your come in my pussy. I don’t love it running down my leg.’

‘Oh. Come on, I’ll pay another hundred bucks to find you a private bathroom.’

‘I’m a lucky girl,’ Morgan teased me.” Drew smiled at Deidra and me. We were done with our session for today, and it felt like we were in a really good place this time.