Part 56 (1/2)

”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 its self, and I was f.u.c.king 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 a.s.sistant that is doing awesome. I can get away.”

That wasn't my plan.

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 f.u.c.king idea what you are going to do and I'm a little sick of trying to figure it out.”

”f.u.c.k 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 f.u.c.k you?” he asked through gritted teeth.

Of course my p.u.s.s.y was screaming and doing back flips, stupid f.u.c.king mechanism, always taking over my brain.

”Yes,” I rasped.

What the f.u.c.k? 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 a.s.s.”

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 h.e.l.l out of there.

He undid his belt and pulled my panties to the side, forcefully entered me and f.u.c.ked the h.e.l.l 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 o.r.g.a.s.m 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 mixture of the look right before he used to hit me, love, obsession and l.u.s.t, all mixed together.

”d.a.m.nit, Drew,” I scolded when he grabbed the fabric between my legs and tore it out of his way.

He ignored me with a s.h.i.+t 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 f.u.c.king love you.”

What the f.u.c.k 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?” he countered.

”I didn't think you wanted to talk to me. You left p.i.s.sed off, remember?”

”I always want to talk to you. Believe me, I had a h.e.l.l of a time not calling you. I kept myself busy, trying to get this new a.s.sistant 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 a.s.sured 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 a.s.sured me with a full blown tongue kiss.

”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 p.i.s.sed off that he waited until we were on our way there to tell me.