He smiled. “No, but if you want to do that, I will close the doors and make sure that you are not disturbed.”
“Thank you,” I smiled. I didn’t want to be in that room for some reason. It didn’t feel like my favorite room in the house at all.
Drew brought me a pillow and a blanket. “Do you want the television on?” he asked.
“No, I don’t think so. I kind of just want the quiet for a while,” I answered, snuggling under the soft blanket.
Drew kissed me just in front of my ear.
“Have a nice nap,” he whispered hot words to my skin.
I drifted of staring at the beautiful portrait of Drew and me. I was wearing a beautiful evening gown and he was in a tuxedo. We looked happy. He was smiling down at me as I stared up to him.
Chapter 14
Dawson never gave up looking for me, but I left him with very little to go by. He knew about my father selling me to a man named Drew. He knew that my name had been Morgan Willow. He knew that I had been in Indiana since then, and nothing more. He had gone to my father, and my father told him what I was sure he was to tell anyone looking for me. That I married a very nice man, and he hadn’t seen me since.
Dawson tried to use his law authority, but it didn’t work. My father still said he didn’t know anything. He had done so much research trying to find someone that was in the software business by the name of Drew, nothing but a brick wall. He couldn’t even find a marriage between Morgan Willow and Drew somebody. I’m sure trying to find wedding records with no last name was next to impossible, especially when you were looking in the wrong state.
Lauren and Star helped as much as they could, but came up with nothing. I didn’t leave them much to go on.
Dawson knew that Drew had me, he just couldn’t find me.
He assumed that he had found out about me somehow and had taken me from the layover in Chicago. He was at his wits end, and didn’t know what else to do.
Our wedding day came and went and he was still clueless, hurt, and alone. He was even beginning to think that I had left on my own accord, and the whole wedding thing scared me off. He thought that was easier for him than thinking that I was back with Drew, and what he was doing to me.
The truth was, Drew never did anything. He was always the perfect gentleman. There were times that I did question looks that he would give me when I would say things that he thought were out of line or when I would just burst into his office. But for the most part he was unusually attentive and caring toward me. I still didn’t like his copilot Derik but didn’t really have a reason. I just didn’t like him. He gave me the creeps when he was around which was a lot.
I still defied Drew’s wishes about wearing the designer clothes around the house. It just seemed so artificial to me, and I was more comfortable in my sweats and flannels. I did do some online shopping one afternoon with Drew peering over my shoulder one day. I heard a few groans when I ordered a few pairs of jeans, shorts, t-shirts and sneakers. Who didn’t own a pair of sneakers? I related it to who I was before Drew, and although I may have dressed the way he wanted, to impress him at one time, I didn’t want to do that. I wasn’t going to do that.
I had been back at the mansion with Drew for almost a month. The one nurse, Melissa, was gone, but Terri was still there and she and I had become pretty good friends. Drew didn’t like that either and pointed it out to me one afternoon. Terri had just left for the day and wasn’t spending the nights anymore. She came and did therapy with me and went home in the afternoon.
I really didn’t need her anymore, but I was starting to go stir crazy being in the house all the time. No wonder I chose to go to school. I liked having Terri there to talk to. Drew didn’t, and a week later, he explained that it really wasn’t proper for me to associate with the help the way that I did, she was gone. I was furious. He could have at least told me that her assignment was up so that I could say goodbye to her.
I still couldn’t remember anything about anything.
It was like my conscious was erased. I didn’t dream about my past. Nothing was becoming more familiar, and I was beginning to wonder if I ever would.
Drew took me out shopping for a new dress for a dinner party that Mr. Callaway was holding on Saturday night. I came down to go, and he smiled. I had decided to appease him and leave the jeans in the closet. I wore a satin white top with no sleeves, tucked into a pair of designer black dress slacks with a large silver buckle. I was surprised by the heels. I thought for sure that I would hate them, but I wore them like a pro which was expectable, I guessed. I did dress like that for a good many years, or so I was told anyway.