Underestimated Too (12 page)

Humph, imagine that.

“Clicking on my mother’s room to check on her before
going to find some much needed coffee, I froze. I couldn’t move fast enough.
There was absolutely nothing I could do, but watch.”

Oh, my god. I didn’t know he watched.

Drew confirmed what I suspected he saw. “I screamed,
‘NOOO,’ to the top of my lungs as I watched my mother’s shaking finger pull the
trigger.”

I wanted to go to Drew, immediately. I wanted to
hold him and tell him that I loved him, and I’d always be there for him. I
didn’t move. I was in shock and Deidra moved to the edge of her seat, placed
her hand on my knee in a comforting fashion and smiled, giving me the look not
to talk and to stay seated. I swear that woman could read my thoughts.

“I never went to her room,” Drew said whisper soft.

I covered my mouth with my hand and listened to his
voice change, become sadder, and a little distant.  

“I didn’t have to go to her room. I saw it all with
my own eyes. Knowing what the scene would be had I tried to save her, I
refrained and only watched the zipped body bag, being wheeled out twenty nine
minutes later. Yes. That was all Michael Callaway’s fault too,” Drew decided
with narrowed eyes directed right at me. “Wishing I could dig him up and kill
him all over again, I slammed the office door, and gave his office a new
makeover. I broke everything in sight, cleared his desk with one swipe of my
arm and put my fist through his face, hanging on the wall.”

Deidra squeezed my leg harder, feeling me tense,
fighting the urge to go to Drew.

“Four days after I sat in the same chair next to Mr.
Callaway, burying his son, I sat again, burying my mother while Mr. Callaway
explained, ‘I know things are pretty rotten right now, but we still need to
have that talk. There’s something that I need you to take care of.’

My mother was being laid to rest and he wanted me to
take care of something,” Drew snorted, taking a gulp of his drink before
continuing, “I replied Callaway in a monotone voice, ‘Yeah, I’m sure I can do
that.’  My mother was lying in a fucking coffin. She’d just blown her head off
because of his son, and he wanted to talk about Callaway Jewels.
Un-fucking-believable. I stood and walked across the dry grass toward my car
alone. I needed to get out of there.

‘Hey man, I don’t really know what to say. I’m
sorry, dude.’ Derik said.

‘Don’t worry about it, Derik. Take care of business
for the next couple days. That’s all you can do. I’m going to get fucked up,’ I
bluntly let my friend and assistant know my plans.”

I cringed at the mention of Derik’s name. I still
hated him.

“Derik said, ‘Okay, don’t worry about a thing, I got
this, dude.’

‘Do you think maybe you could act like a
professional? Maybe stop using man and dude? You’re not sweeping floors in some
lunch room,’ I reminded Derik, sliding behind the wheel of my new black
Porsche, complements of Michael fucking Callaway. I was test driving that car
before Michael ever took his last breath. I never went back to the estate. I
went to my own high rise mansion overlooking the Las Vegas strip. I wasn’t sure
I’d ever go back there, not if I had anything to do with it.

‘Sky! You here?’ I called when arriving at the empty
apartment, and then dialed her number.

‘Hey,’ she finally answered after the fourth ring.
‘Where are you?’ I was pissed she wasn’t there waiting for me.

‘With Jena, we’re getting our nails done. Where are
you?’ she plainly asked.

‘Oh, just at the apartment. You do know that I just
buried my mother, right? Thought maybe you’d be here, that you’d want to be
here for me or some shit,’ I smartly stated through the phone.

‘Drew, I’m not going to be gone that long. I’ll be
there shortly. Stop being a baby,’ she said, and just like that she hung up.

Stop being a baby? I shook my head and dropped my
phone to the sofa, letting her words reverberate in my head. You would have
never said something like that, Morgan, especially under the circumstances,”
Drew said, turning to me again.

I only smiled back, not sure what to say. I didn’t
even know what I was going to say to him once we were alone. I was speechless.
He watched his mother shoot herself. How could anyone be normal after that?

“I think that’s enough for one day. You’re doing
just fine, Drew. Baby steps, okay?” Deidra advised.

I was sure she didn’t want him going too deep too
fast, but how much worse could it get?

“I don’t need you to treat me like some poor little
boy that needs your pity. I don’t need your pity or anyone else’s,” Drew
angrily spoke, slamming his empty glass to the tabletop.

“Hmm, I do think you need some time to yourself. I
think maybe you should take a cab, go work at your downtown office for a
while,” Deidra suggested.

I didn’t want that. I wanted to be with him. I
wanted to pity him and love him. I didn’t want him to be alone.

“Yeah, you’re probably right. You okay to go home by
yourself?” Drew asked, looking at me.

“Deidra, can we have a minute?” I asked. I didn’t
want to go home alone. I wasn’t afraid of Drew.

“Morgan, just go get Nicholas and go home, please,”
Drew begged when Deidra left us, and I went to him.

“I don’t want you to be alone.” I worried, leaning
into him. He wrapped his arm around my waist and kissed my forehead.

“I need you to. I need to not be around you right
now. I’m too angry. Please just go home and give me some time.”

“Okay,” I reluctantly agreed. He knew his tolerance
more than I did, and I assumed he realized it was a bad idea to be alone with
me. I should have been grateful that he recognized that beforehand. I wasn’t, and
I wanted to be with him.

Drew never touched me that night. He actually came
home in an appreciative mood, being very attentive to me and baby Nick. We
laughed and played with our son on the floor of his enormous room. He was so
smart for being under one year old. Drew built a tower out of the plastic
blocks and Nicholas would sit, patiently waiting to knock it down and then
giggle. I loved his little laugh. The angels in heaven stopped to listen when
Nicky laughed. 

We finally agreed on a nanny, Melissa. She lasted a
week before I didn’t want her there anymore. We’d already agreed that she
didn’t need to spend the night and would leave after preparing our evening
meals. She wasn’t as good with Nicholas the way Marta was and treated him like
a job. Not to mention, I wasn’t too keen on the way she stared at my husband
either. So we fired her.

“Just let me call Marta,” I begged. I wanted Marta
back.

“No, Morgan. She quit. I’m not hiring her back. We
should have kept Melissa.”

“Melissa couldn’t cook, and she wasn’t happy to be
with your son. Marta’s eyes lit up at the sight of him. Please, Drew. If she
says no, I’ll let it go.”

“You make me crazy. I’ll call her later. Now get out
of here before I bend you over my desk and beat your ass, I have work to do.”

“Can you do that later?” I teased, kissing his warm
lips.

“I can definitely do that later. Get out of here,”
he warned, smacking my ass.

***

“How many more times do we have to do this?” Drew
complained as we dressed to meet Deidra for our Thursday meeting.

“I don’t know. Until Deidra thinks we’re cured, I
guess.”

Drew walked behind me, glancing at my reflection in
the mirror.

“We don’t have time for that,” I assured him,
feeling his half-mast hardness on my ass.

“Yes, we do. You can’t walk around in your dainty
little underclothes and expect me not to want to stick it in you.”

I laughed. “You’re so romantic.”

I laughed again when Drew reached to the side of the
marble countertop, pulled out a fake pink rose and hand it to me. “Now can I
stick it in you? You owe me.”

I turned to him, feeling the sensation in my pussy,
wanting him too. “I owe you for what?” I asked in low sexy tone, kissing his
solid chest. 

“I got Marta back, remember?”

“You love Marta too,” I accused. He did love Marta,
he just didn’t love her sticking her nose where it didn’t belong.

“Take your panties off,” he whispered, sucking hard
on my neck.

I slid out of my panties and lifted myself to the
counter. He stepped away. He always did that. I hated and loved it at the same
time. I hated exposing myself to him like that, but loved the look in his eyes
when he looked at me.

“Drew, we don’t have time for foreplay. Are we doing
this or not?” I complained. We should have already been in the car.

Drew removed himself and rubbed the tip of his head
up my slippery, oh so wet pussy a few times before sliding it into me. Once he
started circling my clit with his thumb, I was spent, calling out in a moan.
Drew moaned next, pulled me to the floor in front of him and fucked my mouth,
draining himself in my mouth and around my lips.

***

“I was beginning to think you two were ditching me
today,” Deidra spoke, leading us to her office.

I was a little nervous about this session. I knew
we’d be getting into the time Drew and I first met. We hadn’t discussed what we
would say. Did Drew plan on telling the truth? Would he tell her that he bought
me to be his wife with my own money? I was right. We had barely even sat when
Deidra asked the question I knew we were going to talk about.

“Tell me about meeting Morgan,” Deidra requested
from Drew and not me.

Of course Drew got up, walked to the window, and
poured a drink from the bottle that Deidra already had out for him. “Well, I
learned about Morgan the day after I buried my mother. I got pretty drunk the
night before, sitting out on the balcony alone, sulking.”

I couldn’t believe that his so called girlfriend
wasn’t with him.

“By ten at night the inspiring city lights started
to be nothing but a blur as I drank vodka, trying to make sense of a fucked up
mess. There was no way my life could get anymore fucked up. That had to be it.
Michael Callaway couldn’t possibly do anymore. He took my mother when I was ten
and he took her again when I was twenty four, this time for good,” Drew sadly
explained.

My heart already ached for him and he’d just begun.

“I woke to the ringing of my phone, slumped in a drunken
stupor in a lounge chair on the rooftop, overlooking the Vegas strip. ‘Yeah?’ I
answered, sitting up and rubbing the ache in my sore neck.

‘Is this Mr. Kelley?’

‘Yes it is, but if you don’t mind could you call the
office. I’m dealing with some personal issues and will not be in today. Leave a
message with Lois and I will get back with you,’ I tried. I really didn’t want
to deal with work, wasn’t sure I ever would, not the way I felt at the moment
anyway,” Drew admitted, glancing my way.

Drew resumed, “The caller did catch my attention.

‘Mr. Kelly, this is Spring Valley Medical Center. We
have you down as next of kin for Randal Callaway.’

I stood, running my fingers through my hair. Now
what? This could not be happening, I thought. My life couldn’t possibly go
anymore south than it had over the last week. ‘Okay,’ I coaxed.

‘Mr. Callaway had a stroke early this morning. We
need you to come down as soon as possible.’

‘Is he okay?’ I inquired.

‘He’s hanging in there.’

‘I’ll be there as soon as I can.’ I’m sure it was a
little facetious of me, no, it was a lot morbid of me, but I smiled full of
excitement. Clicking my heals in a motivated jump, I entered the house to
shower, overjoyed with the thought of both the Callaways being out of my life
and leaving me so much money. Taking my time, I showered, had my new Porsche
delivered to my door, and even stopped off at Pipers Bakery for a bagel and
fresh cup of coffee. 

Putting on my serious,
remorseful expression, I walked through the double doors of the hospital, ready
to receive the unfortunate news of the dying Randal Callaway. I sure would miss
him and his fuck face son. Once again, I had to stifle a smirk. Be somber,
Drew, I warned myself as I asked where I could find Mr. Callaway.”

Hmmm, Drew was a very good story teller.
I felt like I was right there, living the events as he told them. Deidra didn’t
look fazed a bit. I was sure she’d heard some pretty intense stories, doing
what she did.

“He really did look like death. The right side of
his face drooped, his breathing was being controlled by oxygen, and he was
wired to more noise making machines than I could count. I never spoke to him
that day, he never woke up. I did, however, play the role and continued to stop
by for the next three days, never seeing an improvement. That made me very
happy. ‘How is he?’ I smiled a flirtatious smile to the familiar nurse.