An Underestimated Christmas (Underestimated 3) (27 page)

I left her there.

My eyes shifted when the light on my phone came on. I watched Drew’s sixteen minute call end with the blinking of his name. Now what have I done. I tried to listen to the doctor, but I didn’t care about what she said. Drew just listened to me confess to leaving our son alone while I snorted drugs up my nose. He would never forgive me for this.

I’m not sure what drew me to the window, maybe I knew. My eyes went right to the only car in the parking lot with the dome light lit. Drew looked up to me from the door of my car and hesitated. I placed my hands on the thick, cold glass, silently begging him to come back. He didn’t. Drew backed out of the parking spot and left. Drew left me there.

“I really think you should let us check you into the clinic, Morgan,” the doctor said. I swiped the tear and glanced over my shoulder at her. “Can I sleep on it?” I asked, knowing I wasn’t going anywhere. I didn’t know if I would ever go home, wherever that was. I’m not sure Drew and I ever had a home. Not like it should be, not without fighting each other tooth and nail anyway.

Dr. Guttenberg nodded and left me. The calmness I felt ensured me I had been given something, but the realization of my life forced me not to care. I couldn’t even be mad at Drew for his conniving, sneaky ways. He set me up with his bogus bathroom trip. In any other circumstance, I would have been fighting mad at him. I didn’t have that right. I couldn’t even think about how I would feel had Drew done what I did with one of the boys. I may even kill him.

I grabbed the thin white blanket from the foot of my hospital bed and wrapped it around my shoulders. Leaning against the windowsill, I crossed my arms and let the thoughts take over. It was time and I knew it. I couldn’t take care of anyone if I didn’t take care of myself first. I had to check myself into this place. There was no other way. Nicky and Tadpole deserved better than this. Neither of them asked Drew or me to bring them into this world. We did, and it was my responsibility to make sure I could take care of them.

It was also time for Drew and me to figure out what the hell we were doing. We had to stop this. If that meant being co-parents in two different houses, then that’s what we’d do. We had to. Drew was probably never going to talk to me again anyway.

I laid in my too-quiet room and stared up at the ceiling. I didn’t get it. How could two people who loved each other as much as we did get here? Humph. Who am I fooling? We’ve always been here. I didn’t think about how great things were when Drew and I were getting along. I thought about how they never lasted, how Drew and I always had issues. Were we always doomed? Were we fighting against a bigger army than we had strength to fight?

We were doomed. We never had a snowball’s chance in hell. How could we? Look where we started. Did Drew remember that? Did Drew have any clue how any other female would have put him out with the trash? No one I know would still be with him, no one.
No
one. I never thought about those days, well not really, once in a while maybe. I couldn’t think about them, not with the way things were. It only made me feel stupid, like Drew’s clown and angry at him.

Did Drew think about it? Did he remember everything he’d done to me? I bet Drew’s first time wasn’t the way mine was. I never gave mine away. I never asked him to take it. He forced me. I remember it like it was yesterday. The feeling of being deserted by not one but both my parents still felt fresh.

It was later in the evening, and I had already retired to my room for the night. Drew had left for a few days the very day he took me to the mansion. I didn’t even think about it when I saw the fresh clean nightgown and panties on my bed. I was starting to get used to having my clothes laid out every morning and every night. I grabbed the panties and left the nightgown on the bed.

I walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around me to see Drew sitting on my bed. I jumped and pulled the towel tighter around my naked body.

“What are you doing in here?” I asked.

“Now, is that any way to greet your husband after he’s been gone for a week?” he asked with a smirk.

“You could have stayed gone for a month, and I wouldn’t have cared.”

He stood and was in my face in a split second. “Where are your manners, Mrs. Kelley?”

“I AIN’T GOT NONE,” I yelled back.

“I don’t have any,” he corrected my hick language. “Now, say it again.”

“Fuck you!” I said through gritted teeth.

That was the first time he hit me. The back of his hand went right across my right cheekbone, and I almost landed on the floor.

“That will be the last time you ever say anything like that to me. Do you understand?” he asked as I held my throbbing face.

I didn’t answer and willed my tears to stay put.

“Answer ME!” he said, raising his voice.

“YES!” I yelled right back.

“Yes, Drew, and try to say it a little nicer this time.”

“Yes, Drew,” I said quietly. I had to. I was afraid he would hit me again.

“Good girl. Now come here,” he ordered, sitting back to my bed.

I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want to go to him. What did he want? Why did I have to go to him…on my bed?!

“I said to come here, Morgan,” he warned. I slowly took the five steps to him, counting every one, and stopping when I thought it was close enough.

“Closer,” he demanded with a dark, hungry look in his eyes.

My knees were shaking as I walked to him. Drew ran both his hands down my still damp arms, sending chills up my spine. My breath caught when he moved my right arm away from holding the towel closed over my breasts. He pulled it apart and let if fall to the floor. My eyes closed in utter humiliation.

“Oh my, my, you have got to be the hottest little thing I’ve ever seen,” he admitted as his eyes went right to my pussy. I was so glad that I had taken the panties with me and was somewhat covered. I should have known that I wasn’t going to keep them on for long.

He pulled the front of my panties out and only looked at first.

“I love this,” he said, touching the thin line of hair leading right to my sex.

I gasped from his touch and stepped back with one foot. He stood and walked behind me, kissing the back of my neck as his hands explored my stomach and ribs. I could smell his cologne and closed my eyes at what was transpiring, having no say in it whatsoever.

His lips trailed my neck and shoulders and then his fingers found my nipple. I almost moaned when he teased it between his thumb and finger. I felt the sensations electrify from my nipple all the way to my groin.

He slowly moved in front of me and kissed me. I didn’t kiss him back and kept my lips pressed firmly together.

“Open your mouth,” he ordered.

I parted them slightly, but it was enough for him to gain access and take my mouth with his tongue. I tried my best not to kiss him back or touch him, but my body was betraying me, and strange emotions took over.

I didn’t think my heart could beat any faster, not until he pulled away from my lips and dropped to the floor in front of me. He slowly moved my panties down my legs and had to tell me to pick up my feet so he could remove them. He sat back on his feet and stared at my sex.

“I love this,” he softly spoke, moving his fingers between my legs. I gasped from his touch, and he snickered a little. He hadn’t touched between my folds yet, and only gently ran his fingers on my smooth lips.

“Do you want me to touch you, Morgan?” he rasped.

“No,” I spouted in a hateful tone.

And he snorted again. “I think you do,” he accused, placing his thumb and forefinger on my lips and opening me up, still not touching me. I was afraid that he could see the throbbing that was begging for attention. I didn’t want any of what he was doing and I didn’t understand why my body was feeling the way it was around him.

After standing, he looked down and kissed my lips, circled me, and kissed my neck again. I was begging myself with everything in me to keep it together. He might be able to make me do what he wanted, but he couldn’t make me enjoy it. I tried to tell myself that I wasn’t enjoying it, and I didn’t want him to touch me, but I was quickly losing the battle.

I remember him thrusting his hips into me right after I thought about him having a little dick. That’s why he had to buy a wife. That was far from the case. I felt Drew’s not so small dick on my hip.

“Lay down on the bed, Morgan,” he whispered in my ear, walking me forward when I didn’t move. My knees shook even more and I trembled. I didn’t want to do it. I was so scared and Drew didn’t care. Not one little bit of sympathy did he show for me. None.

I didn’t know what I was supposed to do. Did he want me lay on my stomach? I didn’t know what he wanted so I did nothing, nothing except notice my heart beating out of my chest and the dull pain on my cheekbone. He turned me around and moved me back so that I had to sit. He wasn’t modest at all and didn’t care that his dick was right in front of me. He grabbed himself and made a hissing sound as he moved it, trying to get some relief in the now too tight dress slacks.

Drew picked up both my legs, willing me to lay back. I scooted back on my elbows, not wanting to be exposed to him. He had the most lustful, crazed look in his eyes as he seemed engrossed in my naked body beneath him. He slid both his hands up my legs and to the edges of my pussy. Drew still didn’t touch me where I felt I needed to be touched.

“Spread your legs,” he demanded, grabbing himself again.

“I don’t want to,” I weakly spoke.

“But you’re going to, so you should take heed in my warning and listen to me now.”

I was afraid of the warning he spoke of and slowly raised both of my legs. He hissed again as he stared at my extremely open sex. Using both of his thumbs, he opened me more. I closed my eyes, trying to shut out him and the humiliation.

“You’re very wet, your pussy wants to be touched, doesn’t it, Morgan?”

“No,” I said through my rapid breaths while my body trembled beneath his powerful stance.

“I am not touching you until you tell me to.”

He continued to tease my outer folds, but wouldn’t go anywhere close to my inner core. He would get close, very close, and after what seemed like hours that I was sure were only minutes, I twisted my hips, hoping his fingers would slip and find my throbbing nub, but he stopped moving altogether.

“Do you want me to touch you now?”

“Yes,” I said in a panting breath, noticing the winning smirk on his face. I wanted to kick it right off him, but I wanted him to touch me more. I remember thinking maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, maybe I could enjoy it.

He turned his hand, palm side up, and ran his middle finger from my opening up to my clit. I squirmed beneath his fingers, and closed my eyes, trying not to moan. He never slid his fingers inside of me, like I was hoping he would, but focused on my slick wetness, massaging the slipperiness into my clit. He placed his thumb on the throbbing sensation, circling it with just the right amount of pressure. I knew I was going to explode when my hips moved into his thumb. I was almost there, so close to the crest when he slowed his pace and pressure.

“Do you want to come, Morgan?” he asked, towering over me.

I did want to come, and I wanted to come right that second. I knew I was going to have to play his game, and he wasn’t going to do anything without me telling him, so I played the game.

“Yes,” I whispered.

Drew picked up his speed and added more pressure again. Just when I was right there, ready to be relieved, he abruptly stopped. My eyes opened and he pulled me up, and then pushed me to the floor to kneel in front of him.

“You can come when you learn to listen and watch your mouth.”

I started to panic again when he undid his belt and freed himself. He placed the head of his cock right on my tightly squeezed lips.

“Open your mouth, Morgan.”

“Uh-uh,” I hummed as he moved his head from one side of my lips to the other, applying his pre-come to my lips like lipstick. He continued this, enjoying it, I was sure, until he wanted in my mouth.

“Open your mouth, Morgan,” he demanded again, but I still wasn’t doing it. No way was he was putting that thing in my mouth.

He brought his hand up and rubbed my already bruised cheek, and then plugged off my only source of oxygen with his fingers. I still didn’t care. I would pass out before I opened my mouth for his dick. That only lasted for about a minute and my survival instincts betrayed me, causing me to gasp for air. I tried to do it quickly, but he was faster and shoved himself inside my mouth with a gratifying moan.