Underestimated (64 page)

“Why didn’t you call me?” I asked.

“Why didn’t you call me?” he countered.

“I didn’t think you wanted to talk to me. You left

pissed off, remember?”

“I always want to talk to you. Believe me, I had a

hell of a time not calling you. I kept myself busy, trying to

get this new assistant on board. I traveled every chance I

got, and even filled the gym back up with equipment.

Every time I couldn’t get you out of my head and wanted to

call, I would work out.”

He slid out of me and took my hand, pulling me up.

“You need to go underneath the plane and get me a

pair of panties,” I said, removing what was left of mine. I

didn’t want to have a serious conversation with him just

yet. I had other things on my mind, like what was growing

inside of my uterus.

He smirked. “I love the idea of you walking

around in this dress with no panties,” he assured me,

pulling my strap down and kissing my bare shoulder.

“You drive me crazy sometimes,” I countered.

“You drive me crazy all the time,” he assured me

with a full blown tongue kiss.

***

driver took us in the wrong direction.

“We’re having lunch with one of Randal’s

investors,” he decided to tell me.

“Can’t we go home first?” I asked, a little pissed

off that he waited until we were on our way there to tell

me.

“No. We don’t have time. Why do you need to go

home first?”

“You idiot. Where is my bag?”

“On its way to the house”

“I am not going to a restaurant with no panties in

this thin dress,” I demanded.

“Yes you are,” he smirked. “You used to always

wear dresses shorter than this with no panties.”

“Because you made me!”

“And I walked around half the night with a hard on

thinking about it,” he smiled.

I crossed my arms and looked out the window,

pouting. He was impossible. He would always be a

manipulator, and there was nothing I could do to change

that. I hoped the baby did turn out to be Dawson’s he

would be a much better father. I didn’t want my kid to

have any of Drew’s hang-ups.

Drew held my hand as we were led to the waiting

table. He introduced me as his wife to the man he called

Mr. Rawlings, and then to the gorgeous blonde who stood

to shake my hand. She was wearing a short black pencil

skirt, a white satin blouse, showing plenty of cleavage and

three inch stilettos.

“This is Celeste, my new assistant,” he offered.

Oh, fuck no!!!!

I shook her hand and tried to hide my shocked

expression as best I could. Was he fucking crazy? I bet he

already fucked her. Did he think that I was going to be

okay with this perfect 10, being his assistant?

I paid no attention to the conversation going on

around the table. They talked about stocks, and bonds, and

moving money here to there, but my mind was reeling too

much to stay focused. I was sure that I was pregnant with

someone’s baby, I was sitting there panty-less, and my

husband just sprung his beautiful new assistant on me.

“Is that okay with you, Morgan?” Drew asked.

“What?”

“Morgan, you need to pay attention, this involves

you too. You can have a say in anything thrown out.”

“Why? I didn’t get a say in anything else,” I

replied with narrowed eyes. He smiled. He knew exactly

what I was talking about.

“That will be fine, Mr. Rawlings,” Drew offered.

We stood on the sidewalk with Celeste waiting for

our cars to be brought around. Drew asked her about some

proposal. She said that it was finished and would bring it

by later.

Of course, she was coming to our house. Why

wouldn’t she? Derik practically lived there when he was

Drew’s assistant.

“It was nice meeting you, Mrs. Kelley,” Celeste

said as her car was being pulled up.

I smiled and nodded as our driver pulled up, as

well.

I didn’t have time to light into Drew the way I had

planned once we were in the car. Drew got a call and

talked business the entire ride. I stared out the window

while he conducted business. I did turn to him with a glare

when he placed his hand on my upper thigh. I picked it up

and moved it to his own leg. He smiled, shaking his head.

His conversation continued into the house and to

his office. I followed him. We were having words. I was

sure of it. He sat at his desk, and I sat in one of the

wingback chairs across from him. Finally after another ten

minutes of me patiently waiting, he ended his call.

“I’m all yours,” he said, wearing the stupid little

smirk that I wanted to slap right off of his face.

“Are you sure about that?” I asked.

“What?” he asked with a confused expression.

“That you are all mine,” I stated the fact.

“Come here,” he demanded.

“No.”

“No?”

“No, I am not coming to you. I can’t believe that

you hired someone like that to be your assistant. Did you

not think that I might be a little pissed off about you

traveling and working with someone that looks like that?”

“Excuse me. Would you like lunch, sir?”

“Hi, Marta,” I smiled turning to the open door.

“Hi, Morgan. How are you?”

“I’m good, we had lunch, but I would love a cup of

coffee,” I requested.

“Me too,” Drew said.

“Morgan, you should see this woman’s track

record. She knows her shit. I don’t care what she looks

like. You should see her negotiate, the woman’s better at it

than I am.”

“Why didn’t you ask my opinion about it first?” I

asked. I’m not sure that I had the right to ask. We weren’t

even really talking but damnit all the way to hell and back.

“I think I did, Mrs. Kelly. I asked you if you

wanted to be part of the interviewing process. You did

not. Remember?”

Shit…

I stopped before saying anything else when Marta

carried our coffee in on a tray.

“I’ll come and see you in a little bit,” I told her. I

missed Marta. I really like her. She smiled and left us to

get back to our argument.

“Come here,” he requested again.

I stood and leaned against the corner of his desk

with my arms crossed.

“If you tell me that you are going to stay right here

with me, you never have to worry about another woman,”

he promised, looking up to me.

“I don’t want you with other women if I don’t

stay,” I assured him.

“And you think I want you to be with Dawson?”

Okay, he had a point.

“I have no reason to ever cheat on you, Morgan. I

love you that much, and you are the hottest little thing that I

have ever had between the sheets.”

“You’re just saying that because of our fucked up

sex life. Any other woman would run away, screaming.”

He picked up my leg and moved my foot between

his legs. He ran his hand up my calf and straight to my

already throbbing pussy. “I love our fucked up sex life,”

he said as his finger dipped inside of me.

Fucking hell
.

I dropped my foot just as quick as he removed his

hand from under my dress when Celeste cleared her throat

from the door.

“Sorry to interrupt, Marta let me in,” she said with

her face as red as mine. She knew what she saw as well as

I knew what I felt. That was twice in one day that we had

been caught.

“I’m going to talk to Marta. I’ll see you later,” I

told Drew, leaving him to his business. “Leave the door

open,” I whispered, kissing him just in front of his ear. I

didn’t look at Celeste as I walked out. I couldn’t. I was

too embarrassed.

I visited with Marta in the kitchen for a while, and

then went to my old room for a needed shower. I thought

about talking to Drew about being pregnant, but decided to

wait until after the funeral the next day. I wasn’t even sure

that I really was pregnant. The test said that I wasn’t, and I

guessed that the morning sickness could have been just a

bug or something.

Drew and I ate the evening meal that Marta

prepared for us before leaving for the day. We sat at the

table and talked. He asked me more about my stay in North

Carolina and I talked about Caroline a lot. I did love her

like a sister and missed the little shit already.

“Morgan, there is a good possibility that Justin

will be at the funeral tomorrow,” Drew informed me. I

wasn’t sure how I felt about it. I mean I would be ecstatic

if I did get to see him. I wondered if he would even

recognize me. He was barely five the last time I saw him. I

tried to remember when I was five. I remembered bits and

pieces, like kindergarten, and my pet chicken that my dad

had killed for supper. I wasn’t sure if I would remember

someone from when I was five. I barely recognized my

cousin Bobby.

Drew and I went to bed pretty early. Of course we

didn’t go right to sleep, and had the most amazing fucked

up sex ever. It consisted of the whole nine yards.

Spankings, oral, anal, and I had even let him talk me into

using one toy that I absolutely hated, the one that sent an

electrical current to my clit, causing an immediate orgasm

right before it stopped. It wasn’t as bad as I had

remembered. At least I knew that I would come,

eventually.

Chapter 24

The next morning, Drew and I had another round of

sex. No. It wasn’t sex at all. He made slow passionate

love to me while exploring my soul with his penetrating

gaze into my eyes. It was great, unbelievable, and right on

target with what I needed at the time.

I sat up, deciding whether or not I felt sick. I

didn’t. I pulled on a shirt and slid into my panties. As soon

as my feet were planted on the plush carpet, I felt it and

ran to the bathroom with my hand over my mouth.

Fucking, son of a bitch.

I turned to look at Drew between my bouts of

heaving into the toilet. He was staring at me with a

bewildered look. He knew.

I looked at him through the mirror as I brushed

away the nasty taste in my mouth. The tooth paste smell

almost had me running back to the toilet. Drew never

spoke. I swear he was in shock. I couldn’t help it at the

time. He didn’t have to speak. I had to lie back down.

I brushed past him and sprawled across the bed

with a groan.

“Morgan?” he questioned, sitting on the bed with

me.

“Yes, Drew. I am pretty sure I am.”

“Is it mine, Morgan?” he asked.

Fucking, shit…shit…shit…

“I don’t know,” I told him honestly.

He stood and paced the bedroom, running his

fingers through his hair.

“I fucking knew it,” he yelled.

Great…

“What did you know, Drew?” I asked,

exasperated, already.

“I knew you fucked him. You don’t fucking care

anymore about me now than you did before you ever left

here.”

Damn, he was pissed. I sat up. I was on the verge

of being pissed myself.

“Really, Drew? You’re going to go there?”

“Where the fuck would you like for me to go,

Morgan?”

“To hell right now,” I yelled. “What the hell,

Drew? You don’t get that right. You fucking raped me,

beat the hell out of me, humiliated me, and I be God

Damned if you are going to stand here and fucking judge

me for falling in love with another man. Fuck you!” I

screamed.

Drew grabbed me by both of my arms.

“I have fucking apologized for the things that I did

ten times over. I have been trying everything that I know to

do, to make you realize how much I fucking love you. You

don’t have the right. You throw that shit up to me every

time you get pissed off.”

“I’m scared, Drew,” I spit out. He had a cold dark

glaze in his eyes. I was scared. I wanted him to let me go,

and stop screaming in my face.

He let me go, and stormed out. He locked himself

in his office until it was time to go.

We were both dressed in black and rode the

backseat in total silence. He stared out the window,

resting his chin on his fist. I didn’t say a word. I didn’t

know what to say. I could understand him being upset, and

I was trying to be mature about it and not just say fuck it