The Way That I Love You(Book 2)

Hear Me Out

Morgan

She doesn't know if she's awake or dreaming.

Everything is blurry and moving around her; she feels light headed and heavy all at the same time. She can barely control her head movements as she tries to shake off the haze.

She can feel someone touching her. She can barely make out their silhouette in front for her and subconsciously she realizes that people are talking.

"......awake?.....okay?"

"Of course......she may.....nothing to worry about."

"....in.....her..." her head fell forward and she kept sucking in deep breaths because it kind of felt like someone was sitting on her chest.

She felt a hand bring her face up; the blurry figure messing with her lips and her cheeks. The fingers were gentle almost motherly as she kept blinking to see.

Slowly the haze wore off and she could somewhat control the movement of her head. Her vision was clearing but her mind was still foggy. There was an older pale woman with dark black eyes and a empty smile. She looked like someone's mother.

"You're awake...just in time for dinner. He's going to be so happy." She messed with her hair and then looked her over before disappearing somewhere.

She couldn't find her lips yet.

She came back and proceeded to clip her hair up before showing her her reflection. She was all dolled up and dressed up; her hair flat and half up, half down. Her eyes were made up to perfection and someone had dressed her up in a tight fitting dress and heels.

"You look so pretty...let's stand you up." The woman reached down and started to move her hands along her wrists. Untying the restraints she didn't know she had.

She lifted her up and though she tried to stand on her own two feet, she had jelly legs. It took some practice as the lady held her up by the waist. When she finally got her legs to work right she tried to bolt out the door.

But the same guys that brought her here were guarding the door. They turned as soon as she opened it; grabbing her up and starting to carry her down a long hall. She started to kick and try to push out small sounds that resembled jumbled screams. She actually managed to bite one man's hand: though he didn't appreciate it much.

"Son of a bitch!"

He got angry and smacked her: making her fall on the floor. Of course she wouldn't get anywhere: and the smack wasn't the best thing in the world but it was worth a try.

"You know he's not going to like it when he sees what you did." The other grumbled out.

"She fucking bit me! She's lucky she's the boss's girl..." they picked her up again and sort of dragged her through the giant house. It was rather nice, something out of one of those luxury home magazines.

They arrived in a fairly big dinning room with a black and gold interior. The table was set for three; and she could faintly hear the sounds of people in the kitchen.

They let go of her arms.

"Sit down and be quiet." The one she bit ordered. She sat down in one chair and huffed.

It felt like forever before she heard the click of heels sound in the room. It was out of nowhere really, and she was met with a smug looking light skinned woman when she turned toward the source. Her light eyes pierced through her; the contact making her feel like she was being scolded. She sat down across from her and smirked.

"How nice it is that we get to talk again..."

The woman from the phone. She found her lips.

"Sure."