Bending the Rules(2)

I was crushed, to say the least. Moving day, then graduation came and went, but I really don’t remember them. I was in a post-Morgan fog. My life was still moving along according to plan; I started working for my father immediately and was quickly learning all there was to know about the business, but I felt incomplete. I fell in love with Morgan Lane very quickly, but looking back on those four years, I think I thought of her as more of an infatuation with my future. She was the perfectly fitting piece of my life’s puzzle. Losing her gave me a lot of spare time for reflection, and the longer I spent without her, the more I realized that she had become so much more than a piece of my life and future, she was my life. She was my future. Knowing I had my career’s path paved for me, I decided that if I was to be truly happy in my life, I had to get Morgan back. Morgan was on a path of her own now, and I know that telling her we belonged together wouldn’t work. I needed to find a way to show her that we were meant to be, then sit back and wait for her to come to that conclusion all on her own.

To say that I knew exactly what I was doing that day in the boardroom at Baylor Industries is an understatement. I knew of the rules Drake Sr. had set for his son. I could see the chemistry between Drake Jr. and Morgan during our first meet and greet. I knew of Drake’s antics, I knew he was a screw-up. Eventually he would screw it up with Morgan as well, and working with Baylor Industries was my perfect in; a way to keep tabs on Morgan and swoop in to save the day when Drake dropped the ball. Running into them in Vegas was all part of the master plan. I had been monitoring the progress of the Baylor/Scottsfield deal and knew the execs would be blowing off steam in Vegas. When I got wind that Drake was being sent out to seal the deal, I got on the horn with my buddies and planned a boys’ weekend as my excuse for being there. I greased a few palms and quickly found out that Drake was staying at the Bellagio, and had added Morgan’s name to his suite. I called in a favor from a buddy of mine, and he got the concierge to give me updates on Drake and Morgan’s activity. When he sent me a text saying he had arranged for table service that night at Tao, I got him to reserve a table for my buddies and me as well. My gut burned with jealousy as I watched Drake and Morgan on the dance floor. The love they had for each other was unmistakable. I had Morgan’s love once, and it was time to get that love back. I didn’t need to go over to their table. I had already planned to call the meeting at Baylor Industries on Monday morning, but I decided to make Drake sweat a little. I placed myself in Morgan’s field of vision, and waited for her to see me before going over to say hello.

I knew it would only be a matter of time before Drake screwed up. This has been part of my master plan all along. Once he did, they would be over, and I would just have to be patient while I comfort her, and once again make her mine. I’ll give her a shoulder to cry on under the guise of us still being just friends, then I’ll make my move. I’ll have Morgan back in my life, in my bed, and wearing my ring by New Years.





Chapter 2

Drake

How is this happening? A few weeks ago I was getting my mother’s engagement ring sized to Morgan’s ring finger and getting ready to start the rest of my life with her. Now I’m hastily packing my life into a duffle bag, getting ready to board the red-eye to Zurich, my new hell for the next nine months. Nine dreadful months without any type of communication with the woman I love. Morgan and I vowed to fight for each other and the love and future we both want together. I know she will be devastated at first, but I hope she realizes that I’m fighting for her, fighting for us, just like I always will.

Going through my house, I’m trying to figure out what to pack. I don’t have time to pack boxes and have things shipped. I only have about thirty minutes to throw things into a bag before I head over to the bowling alley to speak with Garrett. I’m going through my closets, my bathroom drawers, and my office trying to figure out what the most important things are to bring with me, and what I’ll have to purchase new when I get there. European plugs are different, and of course I don’t have an adapter, so I’ll just get new essential electronics when I get there. I don’t need documents and files really, everything I’ll need to know is already there. I head out of my office and into my bedroom to throw some clothes in my duffle before heading out, and the sight of Morgan’s things hits me like a slug to the chest. I can’t bring my most important thing with me. I can’t even speak to my most important thing before I go. All I can do is keep her close to my heart, and fight for her.