Underestimated (43 page)

had an expired credit card in my purse, and that was it.

He smiled and took his wallet from the inside of

his suit jacket. I walked back to him and took it from his

hand. I looked up to him with a smile, and he leaned in and

kissed me. He did it. I never even moved toward him for

that. He did it all on his own. I smiled a victorious smile

inside.

I left but purposely didn’t let the door close all the

way. I wanted to hear what Derik had to say.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Derik asked.

“Nothing. Don’t worry about it.”

“I thought you said that you would have her back to

being your little sex slave in no time. You’re letting her

dictate you. What the fuck, Drew? You’re going to ruin

everything.”

“I’m not going to ruin anything. I would rather her

trust me and not run again.”

“I saw the way you looked at her, Drew. You’re

playing with fire. You’re going to get us both burned. You

need to reel her back in, like right now. I’ve got almost ten

years invested in your get rich scheme. You’re not going to

ruin this for me. What are you going to do when she wakes

up and remembers how you used to beat the fuck out of her

and torment her with your sick sex games?”

“Drop it, Derik,” Drew warned.

“Leave me alone with her for a week. I’ll make her

remember why she is here. What about Skyler? Do you

remember her?”

“I haven’t talked to Skyler in months. I’m over that.

Get back to work.”

“We need to stick to the plan here, Drew, better

yet, we need to go kill off the old man and do away with

her before she ruins it all.”

My heart sank as I quietly walked away from the

door. What the hell are those two up to? I ran? Where did

I go? How did I get back here? Where was I? How long

was I gone? I had so many questions and couldn’t answer

a one of them.

Chapter 16

I sat on the bench at the park in my fancy clothes,

feeling sorry for myself. He did hit me. He did do sadistic

sex acts on me. All of my insights were right, all but one

which I didn’t understand. Why did the mention of another

woman make me jealous? Drew didn’t love me. He never

did. He was in love with Skyler, whoever that was. I sat

staring blankly at the dry cracked ground for over an hour.

I had to snap out of it. I had to stick to the plan.

What fucking plan, Riley?

I did it again. Who the hell is Riley, and why did I

keep referring to her as me?

Okay. Morgan, you can either sit here and have a

pity party all day or you can keep doing what you’ve been

doing. What if they were planning on killing me? I heard

Derik say that they needed to get rid of me. Why? I didn’t

have anything that they could want.

Stop it, Morgan. Let’s just think for a minute.

Maybe I should run. I did it before apparently. Maybe I

was Riley when I did. I couldn’t run. Where would I run

to? I didn’t even know who I was. I got up from the bench

and went about my planned day. I had lunch at the little

café, went to a book store and bought two magazines and a

romance novel. Why the romance novel, I didn’t know. I

didn’t think it was my type of book, but it looked

interesting.

I knew I had lost my mind when I walked into the

next store. Well, I really did lose my mind. I had an

excuse. I was in a corner store with every kind of sex toy

imaginable. What the hell was I doing?

The store was fairly empty. I was glad of that. The

older woman running the place paid me no mind as I

walked around looking at the different objects. I shook my

head, not believing I was about to do what I was about to

do. I bought my two items with Drew’s credit card and left

with my head down. I stopped at the little café again

before heading back to the mansion. I bought Drew one of

the Danish’s that I had. They were mouthwatering,

delicious. I bought him some sort of fancy coffee with

whip cream and chocolate swirled on the top.

Once again I didn’t knock. Derik looked pissed. I

didn’t care. I was pissed.

“Can you leave us for a few,” I asked him.

He huffed. “No,” he point blank replied.

“Go, Derik,” Drew demanded.

He gave me a dirty look and stormed out. I should

probably watch my back.

“You have got to stop doing that. I am trying to

work here.”

“Why don’t you go to work like normal people?” I

asked, and caught his half a grin.

“What can I do for you, Mrs. Kelley?” he smirked.

“You mean now or later?” I asked with a serious

expression.

“Now.”

I gave him the bag with the pastry and opened the

lid on his coffee. “I brought you something,” I said. He

looked surprised. I must have never brought him anything

before.

“You didn’t bring Derik any?”

I glared at him with narrowed eyes. “I don’t like

him.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know. I think he hurt me before.”

“What do you mean?” Drew asked with a peculiar

look.

“I don’t know. It’s probably nothing, just a feeling

I get around him. Forget it.”

“I’m not sure I want to forget it,” Drew was

defensive over me, maybe this wasn’t such a lost cause

after all.

“I bought you something else too,” I said with a

sexy look, wanting to forget about Derik.

Drew sipped his coffee. “Why are you buying me

stuff?” he asked.

I moved in front of him and leaned against his desk

right between his legs. I slid my hand into the brown paper

sack and pulled out the anal beads with a smile. His eyes

widened, but he couldn’t control his lip curling up a little.

“You are a bad girl,” he smiled.

I pulled out the next toy, one that I was certain he

would enjoy trying out. It was a metal ring that went

around the base of his shaft with two rods sticking out in

different directions. When he moved into me, the silver

balls would move in and out of my ass. The other rod

would hit my clit with every thrust.

“You’re crazy,” he smiled.

“But you like it, right?”

“I do,” he admitted.

“Good. Now stand up and kiss me so that you can

get back to work.”

Drew did exactly what I told him to do. He stood,

spreading my legs with his and kissed me. He even went

as far to wrap his arms around my back and grind into me.

I moaned in his mouth.

“I thought you had work to do,” I exclaimed,

placing my hand on his chest.

“I do. Get out of here,” he said with a quick peck

to my lips and a swat to my behind as I walked away.

Derik glared at me right outside the door. I knew

that he couldn’t believe my audacity, but I didn’t care. I

couldn’t believe his.

I went upstairs and changed. I only wore the fancy

duds to impress Drew. I think I succeeded. I hated them. I

was done impressing him. I changed into a pair of white

stretch shorts with a blue stripe running down both legs

and a blue camisole.

I walked to the kitchen barefoot, and Marta was

putting away the sack of groceries that I had brought home.

I didn’t know how I knew, but somehow I knew that I

liked to cook.

“I’ve got this. Mr. Kelley said to tell you that you

could go for the night.”

“He said that I was only to leave if he himself told

me to go,” she countered, afraid of losing her job.

“I would kind of like to have Mr. Kelley to myself

tonight,” I smiled. “I want to cook for him myself. I

promise you won’t be in any trouble.”

She smiled, knowing why I wanted my husband

alone. “I see. Well, I wouldn’t want to stand in the way of

romance,” she stated, drying her hands on a towel before

leaving for the day.

I got right to work with my salad. I almost bought

stuff to make spaghetti, but for some reason, I knew that

Drew hated spaghetti. I didn’t know how I knew that, but I

did or at least I thought so anyway, maybe I would ask

him.

It was almost six o’clock. I was starting to wonder

if Drew and Derik were going to stay in his office all

night. My Swiss steak had been simmering for over an

hour, not that it would hurt anything. They were actually

better the longer they simmered. It was the mashed

potatoes warming in the oven that I was concerned about.

Derik walked into the kitchen and took a bottle of

water from the refrigerator. He twisted the cap and

scanned my body with his eyes. I self-consciously pulled

down on my cami.

“You’re treading on thin ice,” he boldly stated.

I didn’t have time to respond when Drew was right

there.

“Derik,” he reprimanded.

Derik toasted his bottle of water toward me and

left. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

“What are you doing?” Drew asked.

“Cooking. What did he mean by that Drew,” I

asked.

“Don’t worry about it, Morgan. Just ignore him.

Why are you cooking? Where is Marta?”

“I sent her home. I like to cook. Don’t I,” I decided

to ask. “Did I cook for us before?” I wondered out loud.

“Yeah, sometimes. Marta left?” he asked. I could

tell he didn’t like it.

“I told her to, Drew. She didn’t want to go because

she said she was told not to leave unless you told her to. I

just wanted us to have the house to ourselves for once. It

seems like there is always someone here.”

Drew walked closer to me. “There is. This house

is huge. Did you forget that too? Where are your shoes?”

I was still feeling extremely apprehensive about

the overheard conversation. I wanted to lean into him and

make him touch me, but I didn’t. I couldn’t quite read his

mood, and I was afraid to.

“I know how big the house is, my shoes are

upstairs, and I don’t like people always around here. Why

can’t I do the cooking?”

“You don’t belong in the kitchen. I’m going to

shower,” he said, turning to leave.

“Drew.”

He turned without speaking. “Hurry, I’m going to

set the table.”

He smiled. Yes…he smiled. It might have been a

small victory, but at least it was something.

My jaw dropped when I watched Drew stroll into

the dining room. He was wearing jeans with a knit shirt

that had three buttons at the top, all unbuttoned. I had never

seen him in anything but suits. Well, not that I remembered

anyway. He was hot. Sex appeal was dripping off of him,

causing me to feel like I might drip a little too.

“Earth to, Morgan,” he said.

I shook my head trying to come out of the trance.

“Sorry, you just, never mind,” I said. There was no way

that I could say anything without it sounding ridiculous.

“What?” he asked, taking the head of the table with

a smirk.

“Do you hate spaghetti?” I asked.

You idiot. You should have just commented on the

jeans.

“What?” he laughed.

“I was just wondering. When I was trying to

decide what to cook, I thought about making spaghetti, but

for some reason I knew, well I thought, you didn’t like it.”

“You remembered right. I do hate spaghetti.”

Drew praised my cooking, but then we ate in

silence. I don’t think either of us knew what to talk about. I

was fighting with what I had overheard, and trying not to

be afraid of him. I could tell that he was fighting something

too. I had a good hunch that it was his new found attraction

to me. I was sure that we hadn’t had that before. I also had

a pretty good feeling that I was a weak, pathetic, sad

human being when I was there before. Before I ran away

to God only knew where.

“I have to leave tomorrow for a few days,” Drew

finally said, breaking the stillness between us.

“Where are you going?” I asked, and I thought I

caught a hint of irritation for asking, but he quickly

replaced it.

“Montreal, I have a very lucrative prospect there

that could turn into a major purchase.”

“Is Derik going?”

“No. Why do you ask?”

“What if he comes here while you are gone? I

don’t trust him.”

“He won’t come here. I promise.”

“But what if he does? How would you know?”

“I would know. Don’t worry about Derik. He

won’t come here.”

“Take me with you,” I threw out. I didn’t know

why. I didn’t even know that I was thinking it.

He snickered. “You can’t fly yet. Remember? Dr.

Tharp doesn’t want you in the higher altitude for six