“I promise,” I said and got up. I kissed him, and let him leave.
I showered and felt good that morning. I blow dried my hair, parted it on the side and added loose curls.
I did my makeup, my nails and toenails. I looked in the closet at the mass of clothing. I found an outfit with tags still hanging from the band. It was a short outfit that was a little fancy for my taste, well for my post brain injury taste. I didn’t know what my taste was before that. It was black satin shorts with a black sleeveless top. The shorts fit exceptionally nice and the sleeveless top was cut low in the front with bright blue trim bringing the focus to my cleavage. The front of the top was cut at a point and the back was shorter showing a little midriff. I thought I looked hot. I smiled. I put on a pair of dangling silver earrings and a wide silver and gold bracelet. I wondered where I had gotten them and wondered if Drew had bought them for me. He didn’t have to buy them. He owned them.
I remembered.
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.