“Yes, I’m sure that you did when you were away for almost two years.”
“I didn’t sleep with him today. Did you sleep with Skyler?”
“Today?” he asked the stupid question.
“You’re not funny.”
He laughed anyway. “Yes, I did, but I haven’t seen nor talked to her in almost a year. The last I heard, she was engaged.”
“Because she got tired of waiting for you to get rid of me?”
“Exactly that.”
“Did you do the same things with her that you did with me?” I didn’t know why it mattered, but I wanted to know.
“I’m not going to lie to you anymore, Morgan. No, I did not. It was just your normal boring sex, and even back then, I fantasized about getting back home to you.
What about you? Did you and Dawson?” he asked, not saying any more than that. He knew that I knew what he was talking about.
“No, but do you want to hear something really messed up?”
“Probably not, but go ahead.”
“I used to beg him to do those things to me. How fucked up is that?”
“Pretty fucked up. Did he?”
“No. He wouldn’t dare. He cared too much. You never went down on me,” I boldly stated for whatever reason.
“I know, and God do I wish I would have. Did he?”
I smiled at his comment. “Yes.” That was all that I was going to say about that. I knew he didn’t want that image.
“You know that night when you told me to do that.
I almost shot my load before I ever touched you.”
I laughed. “Stop talking about it. You’re making me wet.”
“Damnit, Morgan did you have to go and say that?”
“Sorry, let’s stop talking about sex.”
“What do you want to talk about?”
“I want to know why you couldn’t love me before I didn’t remember who you were.”
“Because I am an idiot, and the old saying that money is the root of all evil is very true. That’s what I wanted, and I felt like you were standing in my way.”
“I was, but I didn’t know at the time that I was.”
“I know, and you were nothing but an innocent victim who got pulled into a sticky situation.”
“Why didn’t you just pay me to keep your secret?
There are so many other ways that you could have handled it. I would have been more than happy to leave my life in West Virginia.”
“I was pissed, selfish, irritated as hell that you were screwing everything up. I don’t know how to answer that, Morgan. I looked at you like worthless trash who was going to be handed everything that I worked so hard for.”
“What about the whole virgin thing? Was that something that Mr. Callaway requested too?”
“No. That was my own sick way of humiliating you right from the beginning. I wanted you to know what your role was to be.”
“Wow, Drew.”
“I know, Morgan. I don’t deserve you anymore than I deserve to breathe, but I can’t get you out of my head. I am so madly in love with you, I can’t stand it.”
“What about the whole baby thing? Why would you even think about bringing a baby into a mess like that?”
“Mr. Callaway,” was all that he replied. It was enough. I could see Mr. Callaway demanding that he give him a grandbaby.
I took a deep breath. I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know how I felt. I didn’t know where I belonged. I was a fucked up mess, and there was no easier way to put it.
Drew and I talked until one in the morning. I told him that I wanted to know where my mother was and that I wanted to see her. He didn’t try and talk me out of it and said that he would talk to Mr. Callaway and try to find out where she was for me. He told me that he loved me before saying goodnight, but I couldn’t say it back.
I lay awake for the longest time. I could hear thunder in a distance and see the flashes from lightning also in the distance. My bed felt good and comforting, and I thought about Dawson. He was always in my bed there. I thought about Drew too, wondering how it would feel to have him in my bed there in Maine. I knew that would never happen, he wouldn’t be welcomed in Misty Bay, and would be lucky to make it out alive had he showed up there. I wondered how much Lauren and Star knew. Did Dawson tell them about my marriage to Drew?
I woke a couple hours later to an angry summer storm. The rain was beating against my window, and the wind sounded like it was going to rip the roof right off of my house. That wasn’t what woke me though, well it may have helped, but I woke because of Drew. I was bent over his desk, and he was playing with me while he conducted business. He spanked me in between calls and would sensually dip his finger inside of my throbbing core every time he rubbed away the sting from his hands.
My eyes popped open with the loud crack of lightning, followed by the roar of thunder. I lay still for a few minutes, staring out at the blistering storm. I had my own storm going on and could feel the dampness in my panties.