Underestimated Too(83)

“Yes, you have no idea what it’s like to wake up and not remember who you are.”

“No, I don’t know what that is like Morgan. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, go on,” I nodded.

Drew resumed his story, recalling his conversation with Derik, “Derik tried convincing me, ‘Or she could just be scared shitless because she’s coming home to a world she really doesn’t remember.’

‘No, that’s not it. I think she’s trying to pull a fast one. She thinks she’ll come here, pretend to not know me so I won’t show her what her place is, and sneak out never to be seen again. I guarantee that won’t happen. She is not to go anywhere without you or me. You got that?’

‘No problem, I’d gladly take her wherever you want.’ Derik smiled maliciously.

‘What the fuck does that mean? You ever fucking touch her, and I’ll kill you with my bare hands,’ I vindictively threatened Derik.

‘Damn, dude. Chill out. I didn’t mean anything by it. Come on. Let’s go bring your wife home.’

Once again Callaway insisted on the limo. He wanted Morgan brought home as comfortable as possible.

I spent the next few days observing her every move. If she was faking the whole amnesia, she was doing a damn good job at it. I fought urge after urge to go to her room, fuck her, and put her right back in her place. I didn’t do it for whatever reason. She was different than she was when she’d left, sort of strong, I guess. Morgan wasn’t a strong person, she never was. She bowed her head and submitted to me. That’s what Morgan did.”

“Morgan still does that,” I confirmed.

Drew looked at me with a frown. “You do not,” he argued.

“Okay, whatever, Drew. Continue.”

“No. You do not bow down to me.”

“What was our conversation the day Nicholas started walking?”

“I don’t know. We talked about a lot of things that day.”

“What did we talk about when you were going out the door? You made me promise that I wouldn’t go anywhere. That’d I’d stay home. Remember?” I wanted to hash this out now, see what Deidra thought about him not letting me out of his sight.

“Are you referring to us having a couple drinks?” Deidra asked.

“You didn’t have a couple drinks,” Drew accused. “She was out until almost three in the morning.”

“Yeah, and she was in good hands. She had a good time and got a little drunk. What upsets you about that? You know marriage can’t be one sided, Drew.”

“Oh, and now she decides to be a doctor,” Drew spat, waving his arm at Deidra.

“Sarcasm noted, Drew. So is the problem Morgan going out with me, your therapist, or is it more, Morgan going out period? You would have been okay if it would have been Morgan and Alicia? Is that what you’re saying, Drew,” Deidra gave it right back.

“No,” he honestly spoke in a quieter tone.

“Thank you, let’s move on, we’ll come back to this later,” Deidra remarked, looking at me for permission to move on from this subject. I took a deep breath, nodding that I was fine with it. I really wasn’t. I wanted to go more into Drew’s control issues, but Deidra evidently did things a certain way, her way.

“You were saying how you observed her behavior,” Deidra offered.

“Yeah, I watched her every move over the next few weeks, mostly at night. It did something to me when she woke having horrific nightmares. She’d wake panicked, gasping for air. I wondered what they were about. Did I cause the bad dreams? Was it the wreck maybe? Did something happen to her while she was gone? Was she remembering something? I wanted in her head. I wanted to know why. Why did she wake in a panic, holding her chest, out of breath, and sometimes crying? I needed to know, although I was sure it was me. I didn’t want it to be because of me.

She wasn’t bowing down to me at all. She did whatever the hell she wanted. It was really starting to annoy the hell out of me: the bursting into my office unannounced, walking around in shorts and t-shirts, bare feet. And her bold comments towards me made me want to strike her right across her face. Part of me wanted her to submit to me and the other part found her very amusing. I wasn’t sure what to think about the whole theatrical scene. I mean, she did act like she didn’t remember things, but I was still skeptical.

I nagged and nagged about her new attire. She didn’t even bother to ask me before jumping in my desk chair and ordering clothes. She laughed about it and thought it was funny. I guess I did a little too, and to be honest, I kind of liked her walking around in short, shorts with her midsection exposed. I even liked her bare feet pitter patting across the marble floors.