Bending the Rules: Breaking the Rules #2 Read Free

company’s dime when I get to Switzerland, though I doubt
he’d mind. He probably wouldn’t have even noticed the expense, just like he
never noticed the charges for various high end gifts and brothels I’d put on
his credit card through the years. If he did, he never said anything.
    Forgoing another scotch when I board my flight with the
other first class passengers, I ask the flight attendant for a bottle of water
to stay hydrated in the recycled air.
    “Is there anything else I can get you before we take off,
sir?” The flight attendant asks while wearing a look that says “I’m way too
overworked and underpaid.”
    “No, thank you,” I reply in an almost broken whisper as I
slip Morgan’s sleep mask over my eyes and prepare myself for the nine hour
direct flight. What I really wanted to say was, “yes, miss, could you please
get me the last 72 hours of my life back?”
     

 
    Chapter 3
    Morgan
    “Hi, sweetie!” my mom answers the phone cheerfully. She
obviously has put the “happy” in “happy hour” today.
    “Hi, Mom.” I do my best to hold back my sniffle and speak in
a clear voice, but fail miserably.
    “Morgan, what’s wrong?” I never cry in front of my parents,
so hearing a sob of any kind is cause for concern for my mother.
    “Oh, Mom. It’s all screwed up,” I sob into the phone, while
racing around my apartment trying to get packed for a trip with no real
destination or timeframe.
    “Okay, Morgan, slow down and take a deep breath,” my mom
says as I envision her closing her eyes and doing her deep yoga breathing,
while touching her thumbs to middle fingers and chanting “om” as she’s done so
many times during my life. “Now tell me, darling, what is ‘all screwed up’?”
    “Everything!” I continue to sob. “Everything is screwed up.
I’ve lost Drake, I quit my job, and now I’m packing for a flight to God knows
where, to search for the love of my life and bring him back, only I don’t have
a clue where to start, and I can’t reach him.”
    “You quit your job, Morgan? What happened? And who is Drake?
Not Drake Baylor… Morgan, please tell me you haven’t fallen for a married man.
That’s completely distasteful and unladylike.”
    “Drake Baylor Jr., Mom. Not Sr. We’ve been dating for a few
months now, only he isn’t allowed to have a relationship if he wants to take
over his father’s company, so we have been dating in secret. We are head over heels
in love, Mom. We went to Vegas last weekend and he told me he hoped to take
over Baylor Industries soon, and as soon as that happens he plans on marrying
me. Now he’s gone and I can’t get ahold of him. I know something has happened
and I’m worried about him. I have a feeling his father has shipped him off
somewhere, or he was fired and needed to clear his head and figure out his next
move, but either way I have to find him. He needs me and I need him. God, I’ve
never needed anything so badly in my entire life. Anyway, I thought you would
like to know I’m going to the airport tonight, and will call you when I land,
wherever that may be.”
    “Morgan, sweetie, I think you might be overreacting just a
bit. Why don’t you just come home for a few days, regroup, and figure things
out. I’ll take you shopping, what do you say?” My mom obviously wasn’t
listening to anything but what she wanted to hear.
    “I’m not overreacting, Mom. I’m simply reacting. My life has
taken a sudden turn and for once in my life I’m grabbing the reins and taking
control. I made the decision to break the rules with Drake just as much as he
did. He’s out there somewhere fighting for me, and I need to step up and do the
same.”
    “While I can appreciate that you feel that way, Morgan, do I
need to remind you that A: he might be off somewhere and doesn’t want to be
found, and B: you are the one that insisted on going to grad school, starting a
career and becoming an independent adult? You’ve worked really hard to