“Do you want me to leave you alone?” he asked in a hurtful tone. I didn’t want to hurt him although that is what I should have wanted. Most people would think that I had lost my ever living mind. Maybe I had, I don’t know.
“Yes. Drew. I need to try and fix things with Dawson. I don’t expect you to understand that, but I do.”
“Are we getting a divorce?”
“I suppose we should. Don’t you?”
Drew took a deep breath and leaned back on the sofa. This was not how I wanted to end our night. I quickly tried my best to recover the situation. I moved to his lap with one leg on each side of him. I held his face with my hands and our eyes collided. I looked into his gray eyes and realized for the first time that I had no idea who Drew Kelley even was. I knew nothing about his past, his family, did he have any family, where his father was, nothing. Our entire eight year existence was based solely on sex.
“There are things that we need to discuss, Morgan,” he stated moving his hands to my hips.
“You mean business, right?”
“Yes. You have a multimillion dollar company to run.”
“I’m not running shit. I want no part of that.”
“Somebody has to run it.”
“Yeah. You. Why would you not? You’re the one that wants it. I don’t care one iota about that, nor do I want to care.”
“I have no problem with that, but I will not have my name on anything. You have a lot of things to work out.”
“Like what?”
“Like my salary. Do you want the house? What you are going to do about your multiple assets.”
I moved off of Drew and lay on the other end of the couch with a deep sigh. What the hell? I didn’t want any of this. I didn’t know anything about being rich. I was a poor little hillbilly from West by God Virginia. How the hell was I supposed to know what to do?
“Let’s go to bed,” Drew requested, pulling me up with a groan. At least I could get my mind off of it for a little bit.
Or not…
Drew removed his jeans and climbed into his side of the bed. I stared down at his bare chest lying in my bed with hungry eyes. I wanted him. I didn’t care how wrong it was. I needed him. I slowly unbuttoned the first two buttons on my night shirt.
Drew grabbed my wrist and pulled me in bed.
“Stop taking you clothes off,” he demanded.
What the fuck…?
“Why? Don’t you remember what you said you were going to do me?”
“I remember, but I changed my mind. I just want to hold you in my arms. I want you to realize how much I love you and I don’t need sex from you.”
Um…Yes you do.
Drew moved close to my body, forcing me to turn away from him as he snuggled closer to me. I wasn’t getting sex. Damnit I wasn’t getting sex. I could tell shortly after laying there in his arms, still dumbfounded about not getting any that he was falling asleep when his breathing began to slow.
“Drew?” I quietly spoke.
“Hmm,” he murmured.
“Where is your dad?”
“I don’t know. I never knew him. He took off when my mother got pregnant.”
“You know if your mother would have married my real dad, you would be my step brother.”
Drew snorted. “I guess. I never thought about it, but they never married, so it’s not incest if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“Where did you grow up?”
“What’s with all the questions?”
“I don’t know. I just feel like there is only one part of you that I really know.”
“I grew up in Vegas. My mother worked for your dad. She ran the store on the strip, you know the one that I used to take you to when I wanted to pretend you were my wife for the night?”
“Yeah, and then you would take the rings back after whatever function we were attending, take me home and…”
“Stop it. Morgan,” Drew said with an angry tone, cutting me off. “I know what I did, and I don’t want you to remind me. Go to sleep.”
I let it go at that. It was obvious that he wasn’t touching me, and I wasn’t sure that I wanted him to anymore. I waited until I knew for sure that Drew had fallen asleep and slid from beneath his arm.
I quietly opened the door to the deck and walked out. I didn’t understand my life, I mean come on, this doesn’t happen. What the hell was I supposed to do with a multimillion dollar company? There are two things that I wished would have happened so that I wasn’t in the place that I was. I wished that I had never gotten on that plane and left my safe little life in Misty Bay. Then again, I wished I would have never remembered who I was.
I thought about Dawson as I listened to the waves crashing below. I had been on the deck for at least twenty minutes. Drew was sound asleep. Dawson would have been out there by now. Did he really care more than Drew? I got my answer when I jumped as the door opened.
“You okay?” Drew asked, taking my hand and pulling me to him as he leaned against the banister.
“Yeah, just a lot on my mind,” I said as my arms mechanically went around his neck.
“Anything I can do?” He asked, pulling me tight around the waist.
“Not unless you can make up my mind for me.”