‘And if I don’t?’
‘You’ll have nothing. You’ll walk away with what you came with.’
‘I was ten.’
‘So you’ll leave with what you came with when you were ten. Surely you have some Pokémon cards or something?’
‘What do I do?’ I asked him, accepting my destiny, for now. I wasn’t planning on doing any of what he was suggesting. I was going to marry Skyler.
‘That’s my boy. First thing I want you to do is get rid of the mother. I’m going to send Walker there with you this week to offer her money. The sooner she goes away, the happier I’ll be. What kind of mother lets her children live this way? Callaway spat.”
That remark pissed me off too. The poor kind that the father doesn’t pay any child support to. Who was Callaway to judge my mother? I know she wasn’t the best mother growing up. I could judge her. He couldn’t, he didn’t have that right.
“Callaway continued, ‘She’s a very pretty girl, don’t you think?’
‘Yes, she is a very pretty girl. You are aware that I was getting ready to propose to Skyler. You were there when I picked out the ring,’ I reminded him.
‘And I told you to stay away from that family. Skyler is after my money. Skyler doesn’t care about anything but money. Everything in my will has been left to Morgan Willow, and unless you marry her and take care of her, you and Skyler can go live wherever you want, without my money,’ he threatened me.
‘You changed your will! Are you crazy? That girl has no idea what to do with that kind of money!’ It was crazy. The guy was a lunatic.
‘That is why you’re going to marry her, manage my money, and help her spend it. We clear here? I’m a little tired.’
‘Yeah, all clear,’ I caved, leaving him alone. I spent the next few days researching what I could about this family. There was nothing, nothing because the whole fucking family was nothing. The half ass dad was a lazy drunk, the mother worked at some whole in the ground truck stop, they lived in a dump, and had two kids that had been neglected their entire lives. That was the information I was able to acquire about or obtain about your family,” Drew said looking at me again.
I didn’t smile this time. I was feeling a little bitter about the whole situation.
Drew added, “No matter what I said, what I did, nothing was getting through to Mr. Callaway. He was insisting that I do this.”
Chapter 12
I was ready to go. I didn’t want to hear anymore. I’d been sitting there listening to Drew talk about how fucked up his life was, how he was being forced to bring home white trash.
“I went to West Virginia, and offered your mother a significant amount of money,” Drew continued.
“How much money?” I wanted to know for whatever reason.
“I don’t know, Morgan. Callaway had it in a sealed envelope. I never looked.”
I didn’t reply as he continued.
“What the fuck was I supposed to tell Skyler? That was the last thought before I drifted off to sleep in the plane after paying off your mother, hoping I would wake up and the nightmare would be over with. It wasn’t, far from it.”
I was the nightmare? Humph. Jerk.
“It was after midnight when I was let in by my doorman. I was tired and anxious to see Skyler. Keying in the door code, the apartment was dark. I toed off my dress shoes, wondering if Skyler had left. It was still a little early for her. Walking to the kitchen I popped a couple aspirin, swallowing them with a bottle of some sort of fancy sparkling water, something Skyler had bought, I was sure.”
Thanks asshole, glad to know Skyler bought water. It’s a very important part of the story. Actually, I was a little impressed that Skyler could buy water. I’d met her on several occasions. She was quite the air head, if you ask me.
“Her long blonde hair flowed to the side as she lay sleeping in my bed. I couldn’t help the twinge in my crotch, seeing her lying there with one leg cocked, giving me a perfect view of her black panties. Well, not really. It was dark, but I knew what was there.” Drew chuckled.
I didn’t find it a bit funny.
“Sitting on the side of the bed, I ran my hand up the back of her leg and to her glorious ass. She moaned.”
You fuckin bastard. Really?
“Rolling to her back she mumbled, ‘Hi.’
My hand grazed the satin of her panties as she turned.
‘Hey, beautiful,’ I spoke, running my thumb between her legs.
‘Drew, I’m tired. Can’t we do that tomorrow?’
‘You’re joking. I haven’t seen you in almost a week. I need to fuck you.’