Part 57 (1/2)

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 a.s.sured 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 f.u.c.ked up s.e.x 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 p.u.s.s.y. ”I love our f.u.c.ked up s.e.x life,”

he said as his finger dipped inside of me.

f.u.c.king h.e.l.l.

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 embarra.s.sed.

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 s.h.i.+t 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 f.u.c.ked up s.e.x ever. It consisted of the whole nine yards.

Spankings, oral, a.n.a.l, 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 c.l.i.t, causing an immediate o.r.g.a.s.m right before it stopped. It wasn't as bad as I had remembered. At least I knew that I would come, eventually.

Chapter 24.

The next morning, Drew and I had another round of s.e.x. No. It wasn't s.e.x at all. He made slow pa.s.sionate love to me while exploring my soul with his penetrating gaze into my eyes. It was great, unbelievable, and right on target with what I needed at the time.

I sat up, deciding whether or not I felt sick. I didn't. I pulled on a s.h.i.+rt and slid into my panties. As soon as my feet were planted on the plush carpet, I felt it and ran to the bathroom with my hand over my mouth.

f.u.c.king, son of a b.i.t.c.h.

I turned to look at Drew between my bouts of heaving into the toilet. He was staring at me with a bewildered look. He knew.

I looked at him through the mirror as I brushed away the nasty taste in my mouth. The tooth paste smell almost had me running back to the toilet. Drew never spoke. I swear he was in shock. I couldn't help it at the time. He didn't have to speak. I had to lie back down.

I brushed past him and sprawled across the bed with a groan.

”Morgan?” he questioned, sitting on the bed with me.

”Yes, Drew. I am pretty sure I am.”

”Is it mine, Morgan?” he asked.

f.u.c.king, s.h.i.+t...s.h.i.+t...s.h.i.+t...

”I don't know,” I told him honestly.

He stood and paced the bedroom, running his fingers through his hair.

”I f.u.c.king knew it,” he yelled.

Great...

”What did you know, Drew?” I asked, exasperated, already.

”I knew you f.u.c.ked him. You don't f.u.c.king care anymore about me now than you did before you ever left here.”

d.a.m.n, he was p.i.s.sed. I sat up. I was on the verge of being p.i.s.sed myself.

”Really, Drew? You're going to go there?”

”Where the f.u.c.k would you like for me to go, Morgan?”

”To h.e.l.l right now,” I yelled. ”What the h.e.l.l, Drew? You don't get that right. You f.u.c.king raped me, beat the h.e.l.l out of me, humiliated me, and I be G.o.d d.a.m.ned if you are going to stand here and f.u.c.king judge me for falling in love with another man. f.u.c.k you!” I screamed.

Drew grabbed me by both of my arms.

”I have f.u.c.king apologized for the things that I did ten times over. I have been trying everything that I know to do, to make you realize how much I f.u.c.king love you. You don't have the right. You throw that s.h.i.+t up to me every time you get p.i.s.sed off.”

”I'm scared, Drew,” I spit out. He had a cold dark glaze in his eyes. I was scared. I wanted him to let me go, and stop screaming in my face.

He let me go, and stormed out. He locked himself in his office until it was time to go.

We were both dressed in black and rode the backseat in total silence. He stared out the window, resting his chin on his fist. I didn't say a word. I didn't know what to say. I could understand him being upset, and I was trying to be mature about it and not just say f.u.c.k it and run away back to my mom's.

I walked to the coffin with my hand in Drew's. Mr.

Callaway looked good. I thought his face looked a little sunken in, but overall he looked to be at peace.

”There aren't many people here,” I whispered to Drew, looking at the empty chairs.

”Mr. Callaway wasn't the most liked man,” he replied. I thought that it was sad, but could understand it. I had seen how he talked down on Drew the few times that I had seen them together. I looked around for Justin. I never saw him. His parents must not have been too fond of him either.