Underestimated (32 page)

“I called you four times the other night,” Drew

said, removing my towel. “What are the rules, Morgan?”

he asked, running his fingers across the crook of my

breast.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t feel well that night. I answered

as soon as I heard it.”

“Are you making excuses, Morgan?” he asked,

circling me and breathing his warm words on the back of

my neck.

“No. I’m sorry. I should have answered on the first

ring.”

I could feel that he was already erect when he

ground into my back.

“What should we do about your irresponsibility?”

Awe fuck…

I hated it when he made me tell him how he should

punish me. I knew the drill. I was to de-pants myself and

bend over his desk.

“I would love to spank your ass right now, but I

have to be on a conference call in five minutes,” Drew

whispered to my hair, grinding himself in my backside.

He moved around and sat at his desk. I waited for

instructions.

“Come around to this side,” he requested. I

listened and resumed my position over his desk.

He rubbed my naked ass as he dialed the number

on his desk phone. My eyes went right to the folder on the

desk. There was over forty thousand dollars donated to

various charities last month alone. I was sure he didn’t

have a clue what half of them even were for. He just liked

to keep the noble Callaway Jewels in the public eye.

I stayed bent over his desk while he talked to

whomever on his phone. One of them was Derik I was

sure.

“No, you can donate to one of them, but that’s it.

Make sure it is donated by my wife,” I heard him say, and

wondered why. Had I donated to these charities before?

Neither he nor I was ever in the public eye, he made sure

of that. I was never allowed to go anywhere except the

library, and occasionally out to eat with Derik’s wife Jena

which I never wanted to do because I had to keep a little

digital recorder attached to my cellphone. I was always

afraid of saying something wrong. It was inevitable. It was

always wrong in his eyes.

I remember having dinner with Jenna and Derik

one evening while Drew was out of town. Jenna had

gotten up and gone to the bathroom. I could see how Derik

was looking at me, and just before he spoke I held up my

cellphone showing him the tiny little chip stuck to the back

of my phone. He abruptly closed his jaw.

I flinched a little when I felt an ink pen I was sure

penetrating my rectum. Drew opened a drawer in his desk,

and I knew that he was lubing up the foreign object so that

it would slide in. It did, and he moved it in and out of me

as he continued to talk business. That was as bad as it got.

I was pleasantly surprised. I was sure I would spend hours

enduring his torture, but I didn’t. I was also sure that it

was for no other reason than he needed relief and had

work to do. He didn’t have time to play.

He stood, and I heard his zipper slide down, and

then felt him slide into me, still holding the phone to his

ear. He took me from behind slowly, stopping every so

often when he needed to talk. He laid the phone on his

desk when he was close and grabbed my hips and really

went at it until he released.

Dawson sensed where I was. He could tell I was

squirming a little.

“Keep talking,” he said sliding his hand inside of

my flannel pajama pants and the rim around my panties. I

could tell that I was wet, and thought that I must be as sick

as Drew. Who in their right mind would be turned on after

talking about their sexual abuse? Dawson always tried to

tell me that there was nothing wrong with me, and nobody

could go through what I did and come out scar-less. I

supposed that he was right. It was the only sex that I knew

for six years. I never had anyone to be attentive with me

until Dawson.

I continued to tell Dawson about my day spent

naked in Drew’s office, but getting a lot of beneficial

information. I wasn’t sure what I was even saying

anymore. He was quickly bringing me to a mind blowing

orgasm with his fingers. I stopped talking and dropped my

head to his chest as I called out and let go.

“You good?” he asked, kissing my hair. I could

feel his erection on my back and was sure that he could

use a little release himself, but knew that he wouldn’t. I

was talking, and that was more important than his sexual

gratification.

“Yes. Thank you,” I rasped. Drew kept his hand

down there and just held it still, cupping me as I continued

to talk.

Chapter 12

Drew didn’t leave again for six weeks after the

first time that Rebecca and I broke into his office. I had no

clue where or how long he would be gone. I knew it

would be over night because he took a bag. Rebecca and I

had talked a couple of weeks before, and I told her how,

when the power had gone out the last time, that Drew

made me stay on the phone until the cameras reset. I knew

we had three minutes. Our plan was for her to go to the

basement and quickly trip the breaker, giving me just

enough time to run into his office before the cameras reset,

and pray to God that he didn’t notice until they were back

on.

He must have been away from his computer. He

never called because he couldn’t see me. I had a story

made up that I was in Rebecca’s room if he called. I knew

that I wasn’t allowed in her room, but I was going to tell

him that she wasn’t feeling well and that I had gone to

check on her. I didn’t have to worry about it, and once I

donated fifteen thousand dollars to the new bank account

for my newfound charity. I tapped on the floor. I couldn’t

text or call because I was afraid that Drew would find out.

The lights blinked and I ran to the sofa and back to the

show that I may or may not have been watching.

I don’t think I’ve ever had that much adrenalin

forcefully, pumping through my body in my life.

He was only gone for a couple of days that time

and again when he had returned I thought for sure that he

knew. I just knew that he had found out about the missing

money. He didn’t mention it, and when he came out of his

office later in the afternoon, I asked him if I could have

Rebecca take me to the library. I wasn’t about to knock on

his door and ask, so I just waited for him to come out.

He ran his finger down my arm with some sort of

seductive look. “Do you need me to download some more

books on your e-reader?”

“No. I have plenty on there. I would rather go to

the library and get out of here for a little while.”

“Where you a good girl while I was gone?” he

asked, brushing his thumb over my nipple. I knew that he

would be paying me a visit later on.

Fuck you…

“It’s kind of hard not to be. I’m not allowed off of

this property.”

“You can go to the library. I have work to do

anyway, but I expect payment later. Do you understand?”

“Yes and thank you.”

Drew stuck the little chip on the back of my phone

so that he could plug it into his computer when I got back.

I was hoping that I could pump information from Rebecca,

but it wasn’t going to be in the vehicle. I held up my phone

in the car so that she knew not to say anything.

She instead talked about recipes and a show that

we both had watched on television the night before.

Rebecca asked the librarian for some paper. I

grabbed the first book that I had come to.

“June 2nd,” Rebecca wrote and passed the note to

me.

“Three months?”

“Yes. Ms. K is working on your new residence

now. The money that you have rightfully taken over the last

couple of months has been withdrawn and has made a nice

down payment on your new house.”

“My new house? I’m going to be a home owner?” I

wrote really fast, trying to contain my excitement.

“Where?”

“She wouldn’t tell me. She said that you didn’t

need to know that part yet.”

“Do you trust this Ms. K? How do you know that

she isn’t taking the money, and we will never hear from

her again? How do you even know someone that does

this?”

“She’s not stealing your money. She is good, real

good. You will disappear from here and be untraceable.

Do you remember on the news about three years ago when

Constance Simmons disappeared? She is safe, living a

beautiful life.”

“Constance Simmons, that senator’s wife?”

Rebecca nodded. I did remember that story. Her

husband was all over the news. I actually felt bad for him.

He seemed so sincere and loyal to his missing wife.

“How do you know Ms. K? I asked again. Rebecca

had been at the mansion as long as I had. I mean she did

leave when Drew was home sometimes, usually when he

wanted the house to himself with me.

“Lots and lots of red tape. I had to go through nine

people before I finally got to talk to her. Three months,

Morgan!!!”

We were only in the library for fifteen minutes

when Drew text my phone.

“Times up.”

Dickhead…

What the hell did I check out of the library? I sat

naked in Drew’s office reading about some sort of little

creatures getting into people’s houses through drain pipes

while Drew worked and played with me of course. I

usually checked out autobiographies. I loved to read about

other people’s lives, it helped me to step out of my own

for a while. I wouldn’t be stepping out of it with that book.

I couldn’t even read it.

That was a good office visit. I lay bent over

Drew’s desk while he played with me, using different

objects. He held the phone with his shoulder, and I

watched him click on different views of the house. I paid

close attention as he clicked on different windows, hitting

stop camera, when he hit stop camera whatever image was

up, froze on the screen. That was very useful information.

We could stop the camera during the night when I needed

to get into the office. It would look like I was sound

asleep, without using pillows and would allow me more

time in Drew’s office.

I stopped talking when Dawson removed his hand

from between my legs and slid from beneath me.

Damnit…

“I have to pee. I’ll be right back,” he said.

“Let’s go to bed,” I suggested instead.

“Are you done talking?” he asked, sounding

disappointed.

I smiled. “No. I would rather tell you now so that

we don’t have to do it again later.”

He smiled back. “I’ll meet you in bed.”

“You know what I still don’t get?” Dawson asked,

sliding into bed with me.

“What?”

“I still can’t figure out, why you? I mean how

would he even know about you?”

“The only logical exclamation that I have been

able to come up with is, when he came to our school and

donated all of that money. He donated to a lot of things,

including me,” I smiled a devious smile to myself, proud

of the fact that he bought me my house. “The only thing that

I can come up with is he wanted someone that wouldn’t be

missed, someone that their drunken father would sell. I

don’t think he is into the whole romance thing, and he just

wanted someone that he could control and not have to

worry about a family getting in his way. He didn’t have

time for a real relationship, not that he ever wanted one.

You know what does baffle me though?”

“What’s that?” Dawson asked, pulling me into the

arms that I loved holding me.

“You located Justin in Las Vegas….” I suddenly

stopped. I couldn’t go there with Dawson. He still thought

that I was from Indiana. I almost spit out that I didn’t

understand how Justin and I both could end up in Las

Vegas.

“Yeah?” he questioned.

“I don’t know, it just seems so far away. How did

someone from Las Vegas come to adopt my little brother

all the way from West Virginia?”

“Hmm, I don’t know. I would imagine that people

adopt kids from all over the country.”

“I guess,” I replied. I was letting that one go right

that second.

“So you and Rebecca snuck into his office and