Underestimated Too (10 page)

“I love you,” he whispered, kissing me softly
between each word.

“I love you, too,” I replied, mimicking his moves
and kissing him the way he had me, soft sweet kisses between each word.

“I’m about to plant my seed inside of you.”

“As long as we don’t grow another little Nicky, go
ahead.”

“I wouldn’t mind another little Nicky.”

“You said it again.”

“Damn you. I did.”

“Drew.”

“Hmmm?”

“Ahhhhh,” I moaned, feeling the surge of the
unexpected orgasm creep up. Drew followed, thrusting deep inside me,
intensifying my own orgasm.

***

“I hate Thursdays. You do know that don’t you?” Drew
whined, pulling into the parking spot at Deidra’s office. I ignored the
comment. He whined about it every Thursday.

Deidra didn’t waste any time. She moved right in
where we’d left off the week before.

“When was the last time Michael touched you?” she
boldly asked.

“I don’t know. Nineteen, I guess, but I mostly just
messed around with Valerie.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

Drew once again walked to the window. “Valerie was
around a lot. I guess I was maybe seventeen the first time I’d touched her.”
Drew laughed and shook his head. “You have anything to drink here?” he asked
Deidra.

“Yes, what would you like, caffeine or alcohol?”

“Alcohol.”

Deidra poured Drew a glass of vodka.

He swallowed a nice gulp and shuttered as it burned
going down. “My mother had gone out of town for a fashion show. I was sitting
in Michael’s office going over some numbers when he came in to get me, stating,
‘Come on, we’re going to play tonight.’ And he showed me a wicked smile. I was
instantly panicked, thinking the worse. I was afraid Michael was going to
expect me to do more. He was expecting me to do more, just not with him.
Valerie was fucking beautiful, the kind of woman men pay big money for,” Drew
explained.

I shifted on the sofa, uncomfortable about him
calling someone else beautiful.

“I always knew Michael entertained Valerie. She was
there every time her husband left town. Michael thought it was time I learn how
to handle a woman. Valerie was the first woman I ever spanked,” Drew
remembered, swishing his drink in a circle.

I looked at Deidra, feeling the crimson in my face.
Did he just admit to spanking me? Did I just divulge it by my embarrassed
cheeks?

“I did all kinds of things to Valerie that night. I
tasted her pussy with the direction of Michael, telling me everything to do, spanked
her, stuck my dick in her mouth, and then fucked her for five seconds. That’s
how long I lasted. I’m not sure I even made it two strokes before I shot my
load. I wanted my mother to be out of town after that night. When my mother was
away, Valerie came to play,” Drew explained in great detail.

I may be the one, needing an intervention that
night. I hated listening to him talk about what he did to this woman. I knew
this woman. I knew exactly who she was, and I couldn’t believe what I was
hearing. She’d been at many of the same functions that I was forced to attend
with Drew. There was even one night that I was sure he’d taken her someplace
and fucked her. Drew told me to stand right by the drink table, smile, and look
pretty until he got back. I watched him follow her from the room. I had
forgotten all about that night until he had to go and tell me how much he loved
fucking her. I was sitting there fuming, sure I couldn’t be any angrier. I was
wrong about that too.

“About a year after that, I met Skyler at an
auction. She was the most desirable woman I’d ever seen in my life. Her coiffed,
blonde hair was soft and flowed like waves in the ocean. Her eyes, I swear were
brighter than blue diamonds.”

“Okay, Drew. We get it, we don’t need a poem about
how beautiful Skyler’s hair and eyes are.” I assured him, crossing my arms in a
pout. I got the look from Deidra that I was quickly learning meant to shut up.

Drew smiled at me with a wink before continuing, “Skyler
and I rapidly became an item. Her parents loved me, her mother was determined
that she and I would marry. When I wasn’t working, I was with Skyler. She’s how
I met Derik. She and Jena were friends.”

“Wait. Jena was Skyler’s friend?” I interrupted
again. She’d pretended to be my friend for many years.

“Yes, why?”

“Drew, how long were you and Skyler an item after we
got married?” I was pissed. I didn’t care what Deidra said. I wanted answers.

“Morgan, you know things weren’t like that with us
then. You can’t get mad at me for that now.”

“Oh, just like you can’t get mad at me when I have
to talk about Dawson, right? Would you like to hear about my sex life with
Dawson?” I smartly asked Deidra.

“No. I want you to sit there and listen without
talking. I was afraid this was eventually going to happen. You’re the one that
insisted on couples therapy, Morgan. I told you it may be better if Drew and I
worked alone for a while, remember? You said, no, you wanted to hear it and you
could handle it. Do you want to stop?” Deidra asked.

“No,” I pouted, purposely not looking at my cheating
ass husband.

And that is how the entire hour was spent. I got to
listen to how my husband was head over heels in love with Skyler, how he fucked
Valerie on the side because Skyler really wasn’t into the same things that
Valerie was. She was more of a pillow princess; lay there and let Drew do the
work in the most refined way possible. Nonetheless, Drew was in love with her.
Drew was in love with her while I was being kept at his house.

I’m not sure why that hurt or bothered me so much,
but it did. It was dumb. I hated Drew then. I could have easily pissed on his
grave as well back then. It wasn’t like we were in love or anything. I guess
just thinking about him being in love with her and using me for his sick, twisted
sex needs pissed me off.

“Are we really doing this? You’re not the one that’s
supposed to act like this. I’m the bastard in this relationship,” Drew tried
teasing as we pulled into the drive at Alicia’s.

“You think this is funny? I’m glad all of this is
such a funny joke to you,” I angrily spouted.

“Morgan, stop being like this. We’re supposed to be
moving forward not backwards, remember?”

“And how do you suggest we do that when we keep
going back there? What’s going to happen next week when it’s time to start
talking about us? Are we going to tell her how you bought me, how you locked me
in the gym, beat the hell out of me whenever you felt like it? Are we going to
tell her how fucked up our sex life is? Huh, Drew? Are we going to let her in
on all our little secrets, pull out the skeletons?”

“Yes, Morgan. We are. I’m not paying her twelve
thousand dollars a month to lie to her. This was your idea, not mine.”

“Maybe you’re not paying her anything, maybe I am,”
I quietly replied, getting out of the car to get Nicholas from Alicia. Drew
didn’t move. He stayed in the car while I ran to get Nick.

“I thought you’d stay for a little while. I’m bored
out of my mind here. Let’s go have lunch or coffee, something, anything,”
Alicia begged.

“We will tomorrow,” I promised. “Drew and I are
having our normal Thursday argument. I’m beginning to hate Thursdays with a
passion.”

“Morgan, are you okay to go home alone with him?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Does he hit you often?”

“Where’s his blanket? We’re not discussing this,” I
asked, looking around for Nicky’s favorite blanket.

“It’s in the diaper bag. I’m worried about you.”

“Don’t be, Alicia. I’m fine, I promise. I learned to
handle Drew a long time ago. I’ll call you later. We’ll do lunch tomorrow.”

Drew did get out of the car, took his son from my
arms, and placed him in his seat, talking to him like he hadn’t seen him in
months. I ignored him, getting in the passenger seat.

“I need to go to the store. Will you take me so you
can sit in the car with Nicky,” I asked, still pouting.

“We need to hire someone, Morgan.”

“Forget it, Drew, just go home. I’ll go myself.”

“What is your problem? I will take you to the store.
I never said I wouldn’t take you to the store. I’m hiring someone to take care
of meals and Nicholas. If you want to act like a bitch and not be involved in
the process then so be it. I’m hiring someone.

That was how the entire day went. Drew walked around
the grocery store with me, carrying Nick, and then went to his office with
Celeste when we got home. I made supper, ate, fed and bathed Nicholas before
she ever left for the night.

Nicholas was down for the evening, and I was soaking
in a tub of water when Drew came in. He stared at me and undressed without a
word.

“Move up,” he ordered.

I didn’t want him in there with me. I was there
trying to relax, not get stressed out again.

Okay, maybe it did feel
good to be in his arms, leaning against his hard chest, but I was still mad. I
just didn’t know what I was mad at, a lot of things, I guess.

“I should move in with Alicia and let Celeste live
with you.” I sulked.

Drew snickered, kissing my head. “Let’s talk.”

“About what?”

“About Skyler.”

“Why would I want to talk about Skyler? And we’re
not supposed to talk about anything away from Deidra.”

“That’s because she is afraid of me getting angry
and hitting you. I’m not angry and I’m not going to hit you. We won’t tell her.
It’s obvious Skyler is what has you so upset.”

“I just hated hearing you talk about how in love
with her you were. I was here and you were spending time with her when you were
away, weren’t you, Drew?”

“Turn around,” Drew requested.

I spun in the water and placed my legs over his.

“You’re so beautiful,” Drew quietly said, staring
into my eyes.

“But not as beautiful as Skyler.”

“You’re way more beautiful than Skyler ever was.
What do you want to know? Ask me anything.”

“Did you take her virginity too?”

“No, I was her second.”

“How long did you see her when we were together?

“A long time.”

“What does that mean?”

“I kept you hidden from her for almost six months. I
thought Callaway would have been dead by then. He insisted that I bring you to,
hmmm,” he paused, “I don’t even remember what it was.”

“It was a benefit banquet. I remember,” I reminded
him.

“Okay, I had to tell her about you that night. She
was pissed and couldn’t believe that I married you. Of course when I offered to
walk away from the money, her tune changed. I offered to divorce you, walk
away, get a real job, and maybe rent an apartment or something. She didn’t want
me without the money.”

“Did she know that you had sex with me?”

“No, she wouldn’t have understood that. I told you
today, Skyler wasn’t really into sex.”

“When did you stop seeing her?”

“When I started to fall in love with you.”

“That wasn’t until I didn’t know who I was.”

“No. That’s where you’re wrong. I was falling in
love with you almost immediately, I think.”

“You hated me,” I point blank reminded him.

“I did hate you. I hated that you were messing
everything up for me. I was supposed to get all of this myself with Skyler. You
weren’t supposed to be here. But, I didn’t hate you for long. Do you know I
spent hours watching you?”

“What do you mean?”

“When I was away or even here in my office, I
watched you all the time. I couldn’t get enough of you. You amazed me.”

I snorted and looked into his lying eyes.

“I’m serious. No matter what I did to you, I
couldn’t break you. Your spirit returned as soon as I was out of the picture. I
used to love watching you read those stupid scary books. It made me laugh when
you’d sit up, panicked at what was going on in your books. I loved it even more
when I made you read the books that I downloaded on the e-reader for you. I
couldn’t wait to get home and take care of the twist in your hips for you.”

“You never did that. You wouldn’t let me come,
remember?”

“I did sometimes.”

“Whatever, get back to Skyler. You sucked at letting
me come. You used it as a form of punishment.”

“Even when I would sneak Skyler with me on trips, I
watched you. One of my favorite things to do was watch you in the kitchen with
Rebecca. Where you could be so silly. It made me smile. Knowing you were that
strong, that no matter what I did to you, you could still do that and love life,
made me appreciate you. I got to a point where I had to get alone to see you
before I could touch Skyler. She didn’t do for me what you did.”