Sleep was the furthest thing from my mind Sunday night as I lay in my bed at home. I couldn't get Drakes words out of my head. Repeating on a constant loop. No closer to the answers now than before.

I blew out a frustrated breath and grabbed my laptop. Opening it up and pulling up a new word document. I wrote down everything I knew about Drake Masters, and the agreement flowing through my head. I thought back to the times we were together at the club, and started to analyze each one.

Thinking back to the first time we we're together back in October. Me tied to the St. Andrews Cross he the hungry wolf taking my body to a place it's never been before. Still something hard to believe till the memory replayed.

Next was at the Thanksgiving feast. No way was I going to focus on that disappointment when I realized the hands touching my body wasn't his. Or the fact my body didn't show any signs of pleasure until I started replaying our last meeting. Nor how my body rejoiced when he finally showed up later that night.

I would never have voiced my fears of being anyone else's Secret Santa but Masters, and thank God I didn't have to. If I was going to be completely honest with myself that night was the best night of my life so far. If you can die from an overdose of pleasure I was sure it would have happened.

Then in the Glass Box Drake started to show a different side than the one before. Even though he kept his face hidden still, his mind and character was a treat I didn't know I wanted. More intriguing, he didn't touch me that night.

One word from his mouth during the auction squashed every nerve wrecking my system. In a secret part of my brain, were my deep darkest insecurities lie, I didn't believe he would show. Like Drake told me earlier I just needed to trust him. There was no way he wouldn't have shown.

Finally I detailed every little thing that he said this weekend. All the things he shared about himself and his family. I couldn't stop from going into great detail about every moment we shared together.

When I finally had everything out I sat back to just absorb it all again. Reading it over it seems unreal. It was almost laughable the things staring back at me on the screen couldn't have been talking about someone real. Maybe a popular romance novel, but not a real problem in my life.

With everything I know and all my feelings out for the world to see. I turned my questions to the other person in this problem. I pulled up Google and searched Drake Masters, maybe the place with all the answers could shed light on my questions.

Pictures and articles from many different magazines filled the results. The few pictures at the top of the page looked recent. Drake was dressed out in a tux in each one at different red carpet events. In each one of the pictures he was alone.

The first article was from Forbes magazine. It was dated 2 years ago naming Drake one of its '30 Up and Comers under 30'. CEO of an up and coming security firm in NYC nabbed him the third spot. Behind a social media billionaire and a Saudi Prince.

The piece talked about his early life and accomplishments in the Seals. Only child to his parents, his father dying when he was young. He enlisted at the age of 18 and finished his SARS training just after his 19 birthday. Drake finished two tours of duty before retiring and starting his company.

I gave a small squeal of excitement at seeing the author of the piece was a woman, and she did not disappoint when almost at the end she asked about his person life. Always being photographed alone there was a great deal of speculation about Drakes personal life, and if there was anyone special he kept from the public eye.

The slight green haze that came over my eyes at just the thought of their being someone else in Drakes life, even if before we meet, was a new feeling. Jealousy thick and hot.

Drakes answer helped elevate the feeling, but not completely. The article said drake laughed before giving his reply.

'I can assure you and everyone out else out here wondering there is no one special. Now or in my foreseeable future. My world is a bit crazy and it's going to take a special someone for me to want to keep them. She is out there somewhere and when I find her, she'll know.'

Well shit! That's exactly what he said he was doing. Showing me that I was his and his alone.

My alarm stopped that thought from going further. It was time for me to get ready for my morning class. I closed my laptop and packed it up trying to stop thinking and get ready to leave.
Class that day was an absolute disaster. Half of my brain was listing to the lecture trying to follow along. The majority though couldn't stop thinking about Drake and the countdown till Friday when he demanded an answer.

In all the trouble running through my head on thing became clear. I had to tell Mel everything tonight where she could help me. I was nervous how she would react, but couldn't keep it from her anymore. I deserve every bit of her wrath for keeping this from her for so long.

With my mind made up I checked my phone as I was hurrying out the building from my last class of the day. I turned it off silent and two missed calls from Uncle Joe flashed on the screen. He didn't leave a voicemail or text, so it couldn't be that important. Not like finally getting some help.

I made it to our apartment in record time. When I walked through the door Mel was sitting on the couch watching tv in the living room. When she turned and saw the look on my face she instantly got concerned.

"What happened?" Worry clear in her words.

I held up a finger asking for one minute. I sat down beside her and pulled out my laptop. Opening the screen I pulled up the notes I made on Drake before turning to Mel.

"First I want to say how sorry I am for keeping this from you for so long. It's kinda late, but I'm here now ready to come clean with every detail. I hope you forgive me because I really need your help."

Mel reaches up cupping my cheeks with her palms. She looked deep into my eyes then started to speak.

"There is nothing to forgive Abbie. I'll always be here to help whenever you finally ask for it. No questions asked your my sister." She gave the tip of my nose a kiss then released me and sat back.

Mel waved her hands in a go-on gesture. I took a deep breath then started. My voice stumbling over the first words.

"His..His name is Dra..Drake Masters and he wants me to be his."

Once I started I couldn't stop. I told Mel about each time we played at the club. Everything that happened the previous weekend. I gave her my laptop where she could read through all the notes I had on Drake. Waiting several moments after I finished to ask her first question.

Mel's questions weren't easy straight from the start. Most of her questions were about my feelings toward Drake and during a certain time. She asked me how I felt when others played with me at the club, and how my body reacted to them. One of her questions about being with others really made me stop short.

"But what about that guy on New Years Eve? Y'all shared a kiss and from where I was standing it looked pretty hot!"

Mel was right that kiss was hot and my body did react to the stranger. Just like it did with Drake, but no one since. Why? The guy was the same height and build as Drake. The strangers hair was different and he had a different voice.

But a crazy thought was whispering through the back of my mind. "What if it was Drake disguising himself?"

I must have said it aloud instead of just thinking it because Mel gasped and grabbed onto my arm in shock. She gave me a questioning look.

"You think it was really him?"

"The more I think about it the more I'm positive. Since that first time together at the club in October my body is almost repulsed by any touch but his."

My face turned in horror at the truth in that statement. Mel startedbto belly laugh right in my face.

"Oh Abbie, you don't need my help. Weather you want to believe it or not you know the answer to all your questions already. Don't you?"

I closed my eyes and let my head fall to my chest. Mel was right and deep down I knew it. Now I just had to accept it.

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