dude.’
‘Do you think maybe you could act like a
professional? Maybe stop using man and dude? You’re not sweeping floors in some
lunch room,’ I reminded Derik, sliding behind the wheel of my new black
Porsche, complements of Michael fucking Callaway. I was test driving that car
before Michael ever took his last breath. I never went back to the estate. I
went to my own high rise mansion overlooking the Las Vegas strip. I wasn’t sure
I’d ever go back there, not if I had anything to do with it.
‘Sky! You here?’ I called when arriving at the empty
apartment, and then dialed her number.
‘Hey,’ she finally answered after the fourth ring.
‘Where are you?’ I was pissed she wasn’t there waiting for me.
‘With Jena, we’re getting our nails done. Where are
you?’ she plainly asked.
‘Oh, just at the apartment. You do know that I just
buried my mother, right? Thought maybe you’d be here, that you’d want to be
here for me or some shit,’ I smartly stated through the phone.
‘Drew, I’m not going to be gone that long. I’ll be
there shortly. Stop being a baby,’ she said, and just like that she hung up.
Stop being a baby? I shook my head and dropped my
phone to the sofa, letting her words reverberate in my head. You would have
never said something like that, Morgan, especially under the circumstances,”
Drew said, turning to me again.
I only smiled back, not sure what to say. I didn’t
even know what I was going to say to him once we were alone. I was speechless.
He watched his mother shoot herself. How could anyone be normal after that?
“I think that’s enough for one day. You’re doing
just fine, Drew. Baby steps, okay?” Deidra advised.
I was sure she didn’t want him going too deep too
fast, but how much worse could it get?
“I don’t need you to treat me like some poor little
boy that needs your pity. I don’t need your pity or anyone else’s,” Drew
angrily spoke, slamming his empty glass to the tabletop.
“Hmm, I do think you need some time to yourself. I
think maybe you should take a cab, go work at your downtown office for a
while,” Deidra suggested.
I didn’t want that. I wanted to be with him. I
wanted to pity him and love him. I didn’t want him to be alone.
“Yeah, you’re probably right. You okay to go home by
yourself?” Drew asked, looking at me.
“Deidra, can we have a minute?” I asked. I didn’t
want to go home alone. I wasn’t afraid of Drew.
“Morgan, just go get Nicholas and go home, please,”
Drew begged when Deidra left us, and I went to him.
“I don’t want you to be alone.” I worried, leaning
into him. He wrapped his arm around my waist and kissed my forehead.
“I need you to. I need to not be around you right
now. I’m too angry. Please just go home and give me some time.”
“Okay,” I reluctantly agreed. He knew his tolerance
more than I did, and I assumed he realized it was a bad idea to be alone with
me. I should have been grateful that he recognized that beforehand. I wasn’t, and
I wanted to be with him.
Chapter 11
Drew never touched me that night. He actually came
home in an appreciative mood, being very attentive to me and baby Nick. We
laughed and played with our son on the floor of his enormous room. He was so
smart for being under one year old. Drew built a tower out of the plastic
blocks and Nicholas would sit, patiently waiting to knock it down and then
giggle. I loved his little laugh. The angels in heaven stopped to listen when
Nicky laughed.
We finally agreed on a nanny, Melissa. She lasted a
week before I didn’t want her there anymore. We’d already agreed that she
didn’t need to spend the night and would leave after preparing our evening
meals. She wasn’t as good with Nicholas the way Marta was and treated him like
a job. Not to mention, I wasn’t too keen on the way she stared at my husband
either. So we fired her.
“Just let me call Marta,” I begged. I wanted
‘Do you think maybe you could act like a
professional? Maybe stop using man and dude? You’re not sweeping floors in some
lunch room,’ I reminded Derik, sliding behind the wheel of my new black
Porsche, complements of Michael fucking Callaway. I was test driving that car
before Michael ever took his last breath. I never went back to the estate. I
went to my own high rise mansion overlooking the Las Vegas strip. I wasn’t sure
I’d ever go back there, not if I had anything to do with it.
‘Sky! You here?’ I called when arriving at the empty
apartment, and then dialed her number.
‘Hey,’ she finally answered after the fourth ring.
‘Where are you?’ I was pissed she wasn’t there waiting for me.
‘With Jena, we’re getting our nails done. Where are
you?’ she plainly asked.
‘Oh, just at the apartment. You do know that I just
buried my mother, right? Thought maybe you’d be here, that you’d want to be
here for me or some shit,’ I smartly stated through the phone.
‘Drew, I’m not going to be gone that long. I’ll be
there shortly. Stop being a baby,’ she said, and just like that she hung up.
Stop being a baby? I shook my head and dropped my
phone to the sofa, letting her words reverberate in my head. You would have
never said something like that, Morgan, especially under the circumstances,”
Drew said, turning to me again.
I only smiled back, not sure what to say. I didn’t
even know what I was going to say to him once we were alone. I was speechless.
He watched his mother shoot herself. How could anyone be normal after that?
“I think that’s enough for one day. You’re doing
just fine, Drew. Baby steps, okay?” Deidra advised.
I was sure she didn’t want him going too deep too
fast, but how much worse could it get?
“I don’t need you to treat me like some poor little
boy that needs your pity. I don’t need your pity or anyone else’s,” Drew
angrily spoke, slamming his empty glass to the tabletop.
“Hmm, I do think you need some time to yourself. I
think maybe you should take a cab, go work at your downtown office for a
while,” Deidra suggested.
I didn’t want that. I wanted to be with him. I
wanted to pity him and love him. I didn’t want him to be alone.
“Yeah, you’re probably right. You okay to go home by
yourself?” Drew asked, looking at me.
“Deidra, can we have a minute?” I asked. I didn’t
want to go home alone. I wasn’t afraid of Drew.
“Morgan, just go get Nicholas and go home, please,”
Drew begged when Deidra left us, and I went to him.
“I don’t want you to be alone.” I worried, leaning
into him. He wrapped his arm around my waist and kissed my forehead.
“I need you to. I need to not be around you right
now. I’m too angry. Please just go home and give me some time.”
“Okay,” I reluctantly agreed. He knew his tolerance
more than I did, and I assumed he realized it was a bad idea to be alone with
me. I should have been grateful that he recognized that beforehand. I wasn’t, and
I wanted to be with him.
Chapter 11
Drew never touched me that night. He actually came
home in an appreciative mood, being very attentive to me and baby Nick. We
laughed and played with our son on the floor of his enormous room. He was so
smart for being under one year old. Drew built a tower out of the plastic
blocks and Nicholas would sit, patiently waiting to knock it down and then
giggle. I loved his little laugh. The angels in heaven stopped to listen when
Nicky laughed.
We finally agreed on a nanny, Melissa. She lasted a
week before I didn’t want her there anymore. We’d already agreed that she
didn’t need to spend the night and would leave after preparing our evening
meals. She wasn’t as good with Nicholas the way Marta was and treated him like
a job. Not to mention, I wasn’t too keen on the way she stared at my husband
either. So we fired her.
“Just let me call Marta,” I begged. I wanted
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