“You know you bring this on yourself, don’t you, Morgan?” he asked, more for himself than me.
I moaned in agreement. I knew Drew was getting close when he went faster, deeper, and more aggressively, pumping in and out of my ass. He slowly pulled out, pumped his cock and released. Feeling the bouts hit my ass and core, he rubbed it around with his cock.
Just like always, the intense love making was over, and reality once again set in. I removed myself from the bed and went to the shower. Drew joined me, kissing every little place his hands hurt me.
Unfortunately, I didn’t get to go with Alicia, go to the sandwich shop, or to our next appointment with Deidra. Drew went, and I listened, participating through a conference call on my bed. I was trying to avoid Marta, feigning an illness. I would be so mad at Drew if she quit again. Of course things were wonderful between us. They always were after Drew hit me. Drew could win the husband of the year award ten times over after this happened. And I devoured it, forgetting as much as I could about the bruises on my face.
“Are you here with us, Morgan?” Deidra asked over the phone at the start of the conference call.
“I’m here,” I replied, sitting Indian style, getting cozy for the session that Drew was attending without me.
“I hope you’re feeling better.”
“I’m fine, just a little bug.”
“Okay, we’ll just have Drew do most of the talking. Feel free to jump in anytime.”
“I will.”
“You can pick up where you left off last week,” she offered.
How the hell did he do that? I didn’t even know where he left off. He remembered though, and it took me a minute to remember where he was the week before. Oh yeah, he was about to talk about the day I’d regained my memory.
“I left Morgan sleeping the following morning,” Drew began. “I was only going to Dallas, and would be back in a day. I thought about sending Derik, but wanted to see the merchandise myself. I definitely didn’t want the store, but I was interested in the retail. The building was too old and not in an upscale part of the city where I would have even considered it. It was best I took care of it myself. As I said, I’d be in and out in a day.
Morgan was gone when I checked in on her later in the afternoon. I didn’t call her, figuring she and Marta went out for lunch, the library, or maybe even the park. I had a meeting with the owner of Jan’s Jewels anyway, and I was trying to give her space, not worry about her so much.
I called a little later when I logged on, concerned seeing her sleeping on our bed. She promised she was fine and didn’t need Dr. Tharp. We talked again before she went to bed and once again she promised she was fine.
I never thought a thing. Everything looked perfectly normal to me. I couldn’t wait to get home. I checked in on Morgan the next day she was in the kitchen with Marta, sending her out of the house for the weekend. I shook my head, buttoning my cuffs, amused at her. She knew I hated when she did that. I didn’t mind her sending Marta away. I just wanted her to wait until I was home. I didn’t like her being there alone.
I wouldn’t be long though. I would be in the air and back home within two hours. And I was glad that Marta was leaving us alone for the weekend. It insured I’d be exploring Morgan’s body all over the house. That made me very excited.
Coming from the bathroom, I lifted my jacket from the chair and slid in one arm. I was just getting ready to close my laptop when I froze. Morgan went black in an instant. Where the hell did she get that bat? Better question, what the hell was she doing? She’d lost her mind for sure. I dialed her number watching the camera views on my screen disappear after the contact of the bat, because she had demolished them. She knew. She remembered. Fuck. She remembered and I wasn’t there with her.
“You don’t need to call me you son of a bitch. You can hear every word I’m saying,” she screamed. One by one I watched the cameras being smashed by Morgan’s deadly hands and a wooden bat; I was wondering where the hell she got it from.
Debating on what to do, I dialed Derik. He was my only option. Someone had to calm her down.
‘How’d it go?’ he answered, nonchalantly.
‘Derik go to the mansion. Now! Morgan knows. She knows everything.’
‘What? How do you know?’
‘She’s smashing cameras with a bat. Get over there and calm her down.’
‘I told you this would happen. What does she know?’
“I don’t know. I’m on my way now. Don’t you fucking touch her. You understand me?’
‘Yeah, I hear ya,’ he replied. I wasn’t convinced. Fuck. I needed to be home. If he so much as laid one finger on her, I’d kill him.