‘What’s the deal? Is he doing that bad?’
‘I don’t know. He doesn’t look to good. That’s not the problem.’
‘Yeah, I’ve kind of gathered that. What’s going on?’ Derik asked, pouring a drink from Mr. Callaway’s cabinet.
‘Derik, it’s ten in the morning,’ I bitched giving him hell.
‘So, you’re getting ready to tell me bad news. What is it?’ he asked, sitting and crossing his ankle over his knee.
‘He changed the will,’ I replied.
‘What do you mean? Of course he did. Your mom, god rest her soul, is no longer with us.’
‘He didn’t leave one penny to me.’
Derik sat straight up. ‘You’re joking. Who’d he leave it to? You’re the closest thing to family the old bastard has.’
‘Yeah, that’s what I thought. Apparently Michael had an illegitimate child almost eighteen years ago. Callaway is insisting that I will get nothing if I don’t marry her and take care of her for the rest of her life. If I divorce her, I get nothing.’
Derik’s eyes were as big as full moons. ‘Marry her? You can’t marry her. You’re marrying Skyler,’ he reminded me. ‘She’s already expecting it. Did you explain that to Callaway?’
‘He wouldn’t listen. He hates the Style family, you know that. He told me to go and to have a nice life. That’s not all. She’s got a five-year-old brother that he expects me to take in too. What the fuck am I supposed to do, Derik?’ I asked Derik, looking out the high rise window to the busy streets below.”
You should’ve jumped.
“Derik needed the money too. ‘Fuck. Drew. This is my livelihood. This is what I’ve been waiting on. You told me we had this in the bag. I actually spent ten grand on a necklace for Jena when I found out that Randal had a stroke. I don’t have that kind of money. What the hell are we going to do?’
‘I have no clue. I’ve already talked to Walker about it, trying to deem him crazy and sign me to be executive of his estate. He laughed at me. He knew about Morgan before Callaway told me.’
‘Morgan?’
‘Yeah, that’s the girl’s name.’
‘Is she cute?’
‘What the hell does that have to do with anything?’
‘Well, if you’re going to be forced to marry some chick at least she could be hot.’
‘She’s not hot, and I am not marrying her,’ I reminded Derik.”
Screw you, you’re not hot either.
“Derik asked, ‘What else are you going to do?’
‘FUCK!!! I don’t know. Jesus Christ this is crazy.’
‘Hey, Drew?’
I turned to look at Derik, hoping he had something.
‘How long you think Callaway has?’
‘What?’ I asked in a disbelieving tone. I was being forced to marry some fucking trailer park trash and he was worried about Mr. Callaway.”
Whoa, this guy is asking for it. He needed to take a cab to the other end of the state.
“Derik persisted, ‘How long?’
‘I don’t know. I give him six months at the most. Why?’
‘And when he goes, all his money and everything he owns goes to the Morgan girl?’ Derik inquired me.”
The Morgan girl? Really? This was a little too dramatic. Seriously?
“I replied, ‘Yes,’ with an impatient tone, wanting him to get on with it,” Drew explained, giving precise detail, like he was sitting right there with Derik.
I was going to be sick soon.
“Derik did have a plan. ‘What happens if something happens to Morgan once Callaway is gone?’
My eyebrows shot up with the notion of what he was saying. ‘You’re a fucking genius. I keep her locked away some place until Callaway joins his fucktard son and then gold digging Morgan has a horrible accident and joins the rest of her family. I fucking love it,’ I rejoiced, high fiving him. I could do this. I’d hire someone to keep an eye on her, put her up in the mansion, and continue my life in my apartment with Skyler. It was the perfect plan,” Drew said.
Her, is sitting right here, I wanted to remind my stupid son of a bitch of a husband.
“Derik probed, ‘What are you going to tell Skyler? She’s expecting a wedding.’
‘And she’ll get it. We tell her nothing. I can hide this shit for a few months. Once I’m a poor widow, I can marry Skyler and nobody finds out.’
‘Wait. What about the little brother?’
‘Fuck. I don’t know.’
‘When is this all supposed to happen?’
‘Four months.’
‘Wow, Drew. This is fucked up. You’re like being forced to marry someone or starve.’