‘Why would you do that?’ I asked, turning to look at her curiously.
She shrugged her shoulders. ‘You’re sick. I know how you feel. I wouldn’t wish it on anyone, not even someone I hated,’ she added.
I snickered a little. ‘Do you hate me?’
‘Pretty much. Do you want help or not?’
‘I may take you up on that offer, it could be fun, just not today.’
‘I’m not going to be offering this any other day.’
Smiling, I kindly reminded her that she didn’t decide that. I did. She left.
I would have slept the whole day had Morgan let me. She kept waking me, forcing me to drink. She woke me around six in the evening with a bowl of soup, crackers, and more Sprite. I sat up, feeling like I felt better.
‘What time is it?’ I asked, taking the glass.
‘Six, Derik wanted me to tell you that Mr. Sheffield wishes you well, and to let you know that he got asking price.’
‘Where’s my phone?’ I asked. I needed to talk to him, find out what happened. I didn’t even know he’d been there and gone. Morgan handed me my phone and saw herself out.
The next time I woke was around eleven. I sat up and opened my laptop, wondering where Morgan was. She was in her room, arms crossed, leaned against the windowsill, lost in thought. I wondered what she was thinking about. Was she looking out to a world that she’d never know? She wouldn’t. I would never let her go, not now, I couldn’t. Our arrangement was working out just fine. I didn’t need her dead anymore. I liked having her at my beck and call.
I watched her turn, looking straight at the camera towards the clock. She pulled on a robe and slid her feet into satin slippers. I watched her descend the stairs, switching camera views until I realized she was coming to me. I quickly closed my laptop and scooted down. I had planned on feigning sleep but changed my mind. I didn’t want her to peak in and leave.
‘You’re awake. I’m going to get you something to drink.’
I got up and walked to the bathroom, feeling better. Morgan was in my room when I returned. She didn’t really come in here. I didn’t really allow it, just the few times when I’d had too much to drink and wanted to play with her or punish her.
‘You look better,’ she assessed, altering the stale soda for fresh.
‘I feel better, I think,’ I replied, sliding back under the covers. I still felt weak as hell. I wouldn’t be running any marathons, that’s for damn sure.
Morgan nodded with a cold stare.
‘Well, night,’ she said, turning to leave me.
‘Stay, Morgan,’ I commanded, trying hard to make it sound like a request more so than a demand. It didn’t really come out that way. I didn’t know how to talk to Morgan that way
‘Excuse me?’
‘Stay here tonight.’
‘Why?’
I gave her a look of warning. She was pissing me off. She wasn’t allowed to ask why. She knew that. She took a deep breath and obeyed, knowing it was in her best interest.
‘Take your clothes off,’ I requested.
Morgan wasn’t modest about it like she had been at first. She looked past me—as she always did— and undressed for me. She didn’t even look at me when I told her how beautiful she was. Her eyes stayed focused to the right of my head. She was beautiful, I meant that.
‘Come here,’ I whispered.
She stood by my side and let me fondle her beautiful soft curves.
‘You’re still a little warm,’ she spoke as my lips met her erect nipple. She was probably feeling the heat from my forehead on her skin. I knew I was still warm and didn’t feel the greatest, but this wasn’t really about me. I wasn’t going to tell her that of course. I kind of wanted to reward her for being there and taking care of me. I was a little taken aback by it. She didn’t have to do that.
I pulled her over my lap and rubbed her ass. She tensed, waiting for the blow of my hand. I didn’t hit her. I brushed my hands over her soft ass for a bit and then moved my fingers between her legs.
‘Do you want to come?’ I asked, dipping my middle finger deep in her already wet pussy.
‘Yes,’ she answered with the only answer she was allowed to use, knowing I really wasn’t going to let her. I was though. I wanted to make her come. I guess it was the only way I knew how to say thanks without really saying it.
‘Roll over,’ I told Morgan.”
“You were nice to me that night,” I interrupted again, remembering. You took care of me, but didn’t ask for anything in return.
“I took care of you because you took care of me. I wanted you to know that I appreciated you,” he said as he looked to me and then to Deidra.