“Have a seat, Drew. You’re going to be there a while.”
“I can’t fucking be here a while. I have work to do.”
“No. No. You don’t. The only thing that you need to worry about is starving to death. How many days do you think it will take? I’ve heard that it can be anywhere from three days to six weeks. Did you eat today, Drew?”
Wow, I was crazy.
“Morgan, what do you want from me?”
“I want answers. I want to know why you brought me here. I’m not buying the whole I wanted a virgin to train anymore. You didn’t just pick a poverty stricken town and pick me. I want to know why?”
I watched Drew sit on the bench and run his hands through his hair. He took a deep breath and looked right at me.
Damnit, don’t look at me like that…
“Mr. Callaway sent me there to get you.”
“Why?” I had a hunch that he had something to do with it. He was too concerned about me.
Drew took another deep breath. He didn’t want to tell me.
“Tell me, Drew” I coaxed.
“I have known Randle since I was thirteen. His son was going to marry my mom before he got cancer.”
“Yeah.”
“I would have inherited it all, millions of dollars.
When Michael was on his death bed, losing his battle after six long years, he told Randle about you.”
“What about me?”
“Michael Callaway was your father.”
“What? How could that be? My father is Gary Willow.”
“No, he isn’t Morgan. Remember when I came to your school. We were sitting on the bleacher, and I picked a piece of fuzz from your sweater?”
I did remember that. “Yes, so?”
“It wasn’t fuzz. It was a hair. You are no doubt a Callaway.”
I needed time to process again. What the hell? I’m not sure what I was expecting, but it wasn’t that.
“What do you buying me have to do with any of that?”
“Randle Callaway had a stroke three days after he buried his son. He was in bad shape. When I went to see him in the hospital and give him the DNA results he cried.
He knew from the many pictures that I had taken how you lived. He felt horrible and changed his will the next day, leaving you every last penny. I was pissed. I was to step into that role, not some stupid hillbilly from West Virginia.”
“I’m not a stupid hillbilly.”
Drew snorted and looked up to me again. “No.
You’re not, Morgan. You’re a very strong independent, beautiful woman.”
“Stop. Finish telling me how I ended up gracing your presence.” I didn’t want to hear compliments from Drew Kelley at the time.
“Callaway gave me an ultimatum. He wanted me to continue to run his companies, and I would always have his money, but I had to marry you, and promise to take care of you.”
“You didn’t take care of me, Drew,” I sadly spoke.
I didn’t even mean to say it. It just came out.
“I know that, Morgan, and if I could go back and change it, I would. I didn’t want you. I didn’t want you to be my wife, and you were ruining everything. I was in love with a girl named Skyler. I wanted to share all of this with her, not you.”
“You punished me for something I didn’t know about?”
“I deserve to starve to death in here, uh?”
“Yeah, you do. I was here for almost six years before I ran away. Why didn’t I ever know that Randle Callaway was my grandfather?”
“He didn’t want you to know. He was ashamed of his son for leaving you there when he knew how you lived.
You were his only grandchild. It wasn’t supposed to be for that long. He was in awful shape. We didn’t expect for him to be around very long. I figured you would be here for six months at the most.”
“What were you going to do with me if he died?”
Drew looked down at the floor and buried his face in his hands.
“Were you going to kill me, Drew?”
“You were going to have an accident. That was the only way I would get what was rightfully mine.”
I sunk in the chair. Wow, if Randle Callaway would have died. I would be dead right now.
“Morgan, I don’t know how to make this right. I don’t care about one rotten penny of that money. I care about you, and that’s it. I hadn’t planned on falling in love with you, but you changed, and I don’t mean because you couldn’t remember your name. You are stronger, beautiful, and so much fun to be around. I wished to God that I would have given you the chance to show me that in the beginning. I would walk away from all of it right now if you would forgive me.”
“Drew, do you have any idea what you put me through? You hit me. You used me for a sex slave. You locked me in that room for days, and then, and then…you made me love you.”
Drew dropped his head in shame.
“I’m sorry, Morgan.”
“Where is my mom?”
“Randle paid her to go away.”
“My mom sold me too?” I said it more as a statement than a question. It was a fact.
“You’ve been through hell.”
“I’m still going through hell. What about my little brother. He’s here in Vegas somewhere.”