Dawson made slow passionate love to me that night, and I don’t think I could have been happier had my life depended on it. I’m not sure if it was because of all of the excitement, the fact that I was going to marry Dawson or the ring that I proudly wore on my finger, but I did dream that night. It was bad.
It was the third time that Drew had given me my wedding set back. We were meeting some very prominent clients for dinner at a fancy high-rise restaurant. He coached me to keep my mouth shut and to only speak if he spoke, he would answer any questions directed toward me.
I was almost sick from the affection that he was showing me. He held my hand, kissed me several times and called me baby. He never called me baby unless it was when he was close to coming. He made sure that he kept my hand in his on the table, showing off my thirty five thousand dollar wedding set, I was sure. He was trying to get his prospects to be envious of my expensive set, or at least her anyway.
After a couple of drinks, I needed to go to the bathroom. I didn’t dare just excuse myself without asking first. I almost puked when I leaned into Drew and whispered in his ear. He nodded and smiled the fakest smile I had ever seen.
“I love you too, sweetheart,” he said with the nod, giving me permission.
“Excuse me,” I politely spoke, laying my fancy cloth napkin on the table.
“Oh, I’ll go with you,” the beautiful diamond ring prospect announced.
My eyes instantly looked to Drew. He didn’t like it. He didn’t like it one bit.
I tried to get back to the table as quickly as possible, but Ms. Chatter box wanted to talk, and thought that she needed my opinion on which of the three engagement rings I liked best. Of course, I said the most expensive one, talking it up like nothing else.
We were gone for at least ten minutes. Our entrees were being placed around the table.
Drew was livid. It was written all over his face.
His clinched jaw may not have been noticeable to his guests, but it was exceedingly obvious to me. The young lady did end up picking the one that I had suggested. I was sure that Drew wouldn’t want to hear about how I talked it up though.
As soon as we were in the back seat of the limousine he practically ripped the rings from my finger.
“What the fuck did you tell her?” he asked.
“I didn’t tell her anything, Drew. She was only asking my advice about the rings. I swear. I never said anything that I shouldn’t have.”
He ran his hands through his hair, angrily. I was scared. I knew he was mad, and I knew that I was going to be the one that he took it out on. I just wasn’t sure how.
He grabbed me by my hair and threw me over his lap. I didn’t have to worry about the panties. I was no longer allowed to wear them when he was home. He raised my party dress and cracked me on the ass more times than he ever had. He didn’t even rub the sting out between the blows. All I could think about was whether or not Derik could hear what was going on from the driver’s seat of the limo, not that he didn’t know what was going on. He had to know. He was around almost as much as Rebecca. I didn’t cry. I had stopped that a long time ago. It didn’t do any good anyway. Drew had no compassion.
Drew kept me bare assed over his lap the whole ride home, even after he thought I had enough of his assault on my ass. Once Derik parked the car back in the extravagant garage Drew threw me off of him.
“Don’t move!” he demanded, getting out.
I didn’t. I was too scared to move. I heard him tell Derik to keep me out there until he cooled off and called him.
I had never spoken to Derik before. I couldn’t believe that Drew was going to leave me with him. Wasn’t he afraid that I would talk? Of course not, I was sure that Derik knew more than anyone, he was there when he forced my signature on his stupid marriage license. He probably knew more than I did. Maybe I could talk to Derik. Maybe he would help me get out of here. I stopped that notion very quickly. I wasn’t getting out of there. That was my life, and I wouldn’t take the chance of Derik telling him that I tried to get him to help me.
I didn’t even need to be thinking about that. It wasn’t at all what Derik had planned. He opened the back door and sat across from me. I didn’t like the smirk on his face, and I was all of a sudden afraid of him. I had reason.
He pulled my knees apart and raised my dress more. I swiftly put my knees back together, only to have them forced apart again.
“What are you doing? Drew is going to see you through the cameras,” I pleaded. I wondered then if I was afraid of Derik or of Drew. He would make this my fault.
He always did.