6 months. That's how long I agreed to be Drake Masters.
3 weekends of each month to do with as he pleases.
9 days every month to please my Master in every way.
21 days each month to crave his touch, taste, and body and all the things Master does...
Did you know, in middle school I was painfully shy. So shy that for two months I didn't talk to anyone, not even Mom. Even though I knew everyone in the school since I could remember, I couldn't bring myself to start a conversation with any of them. That was the loneliest I've ever been in my short life.
So when Drake dropped me off right on time Sunday the 3rd I told him the day between us meeting up again would pass in a breeze. It was only nineteen days. If I could do two months this was going to be a piece of cake.
By day six of the nineteen I was eating my words. By day eleven I felt like I was going through hard core withdrawals from my drug of choice, him. By day seventeen I gave up on sleep and all preconceived notions that everything was ok. Barely making it to class in time wearing dirty sweats and oily hair.
We talked on the phone at least twice a day. Sending more text between us than a preteen girl talking about her secret crush to her friends. Filling every moment with thoughts of him, or listening to his voice, obsessing over touching him.
Drake could tell from my voice each day something was wrong. No matter how hard I tried I couldn't keep my falling mood from showing in my voice. Feeling alone and desperate for his more with each new day was mental, and I couldn't stop it. Each time he asked me the cause I just said I missed him. Which wasn't a lie, but those three words couldn't cover the depth of my feelings.
Drake, bless his heart, tried everything to lift my mood as soon as he noticed. On day 5 he sent me a gift box delivered to my apartment by messenger. Inside the box was tissue paper covering the items in the bottom with a small note placed on top. His message was short, but he gave me my first clue about where he was taking me on Spring Break.
'B is for beautiful, bubbly, bringer of light, and blue my favorite color to see you in. Also the first letter of our destination in 14 days.'
Under the tissue paper was a bottle of sand, a picture of Drake and I from the Hamilton performance. The photo caught us both gazing into each other's eyes unaware of the camera. Under those was a deep blue two piece bikini. The top was a tube top with ruffles fabric along the bust and bottoms with string tying it together on the side.
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On the 10th day I was sitting in my Advanced Anatomy class when a knock came at the door to the classroom. After the professor answered it he was soon moving back into the room inviting the guest inside. The visitor was dressed in a candy stripper uniform holding a bunch of roses in one hand and a basket filled with candy bars in the other. The entire class stared at the pair as the professor pointed to one of us and the delivery man started up the stairs. Whispers and sighs of disappointment erupted with every row he passed up.
Finally he stopped at the end of my row. Giving the few girls on my row a questioning look. "Abbie Black?"
I raised my hand slowly. My face flaming with all the attention directed at me. The candy stripper gave me a smile then handed the basket of candy over followed by the bunch of roses. I read the card that was sitting amongst the candies.
