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can’t I shake the churning in my gut? This was a good thing, right?
    I picked up my little buddy and followed the driver to the massive double doors. I looked down at Precious and suddenly became aware of her tattered clothing and how dirty ‘the doll’ had become already. I purposed in my heart to take her shopping today and silently hoped that ‘the powerful stranger’ wouldn’t consider me a terrible baby sitter for bringing a dirty kid into his pristine home.
    We were led into a large foyer and I couldn’t help but be impressed with the double staircase that loomed before us.
    Who the hell is this? Who the hell has this much money? Nobody that I know.
               Precious nuzzled into my neck and I knew instinctively that she wasn’t feeling so secure about being in such an intimidating home and to be honest—neither was I.
    We were led up the stairs and ushered into a massive office. A large cherry wood desk loomed before us; with a leather office chair seated behind it. The chair was turned away from us. Whoever was seated there, looked out the large picture frame window.
     
                                                                                
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

    Drake
                          I took my time turning around. I purposely waited, knowing that it would add to my little victim’s apprehension. When I finally turned around, the look on her face was priceless. Precious leaped from her arms and scrambled into my lap. I gave her a pen and some paper to occupy her, while I soaked up the confused expression on Mandissa’s face.
    I live for moments like this, she is so brain scrambled right now. What a delicious mind-fuck .
    “Sit, Mandissa!”
    My legs feel like lead, as I make my way over and sit down across from a man that I can never get a read on. If I was confused before, I am totally baffled now.
    Who are you and what have you done with my stalker?
    “Sign this!”
    “I don’t sign anything without my Lawyer,” I screech.
    “Sign it Mandissa, it gives you full custody of Precious, until the adoption goes through.”
    I grab his pen and scan over it, signing it before I wake up from my dream that has come true.
    He talks into a speaker and the door opens to reveal a woman who I assume is his Secretary. She barely acknowledges me, as he tells her to, “Put a rush on it.”
    Once again he speaks into the speaker and mandates that his driver bring the car around. He looks at Precious and states, “Come on baby, Daddy Drake is taking you shopping.”
    Suddenly the intrusive thought that Drake could be her Daddy rushes into me head.
    “It is just a nick-name.” Drake looks up through hooded eyes. Sexy, brooding, hooded, piercing, penetrating, dark eyes.
    How does he always know what I’m thinking?
     
             Precious squeals with delight and wraps her arms around his neck kissing him. He cuts his eyes at me, as if signifying that this is a package deal. I suddenly find myself regretting that I didn’t take more time with the paperwork. What have I gotten myself into? It is evident that this adoption doesn’t just give me custody; it gives ‘Daddy Drake’ custody too. I tell myself that I don’t care if it will keep Precious safe and to be honest, even with the newfound info, I would sign the papers again. Even though I know that Drake now holds the reigns. He has been given that thing which he covets, control! But now he has control over me and that, I’m not so sure about.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter Nine
           I listen as the Jamaican hair dresser talks.
               “Normally I don’t have to recommend an intensive conditioning treatment for a child that is this young, but I can’t get a comb through her hair without putting a masque