Underestimated Too (17 page)

I remember standing to
the side of the French doors, watching as Michael slid his fingers through the
material of Valerie’s top. Feeling the sensations in my groin, I moved my legs
apart, trying to situate my hardness. It wasn’t the first time I’d watched
Michael fuck Valerie. I’d been working side by side with him, learning
everything I could learn from him. I knew where the key to his office was. I
knew how to magically make Valerie’s room appear on the computer screen. I’d
jacked off in my hand many times to Michael fucking Valerie. I became pretty
excited for those times my mother would go out of town, knowing Valerie would
take her place. It’s sick, I know. She was my mother for god’s sake, I should
have been furious with Michael for bringing Valerie to our home while my mother
was away. I wasn’t, maybe because she was stupid enough to know about it and
let it happen. Unsnapping my dress pants, I released my pulsating cock and
stroked it, staring blankly at the empty room on screen. I contemplated that
day, stroking myself in my hand. One of many fucked days. By the time I’d
turned eighteen, Michael shared Valerie with me. I made sure my mother was
involved in chasing charities, organizing events, and getting out of town. I
needed her gone to ensure Valerie’s stay. Valerie didn’t always come when my
mother was gone. She was there occasionally when my mother was there, but not
often. It was sort of a mixed blessing when she was there. I got to spend more
time with Valerie when my mother was home, but it felt a little, I don’t know,
dirty, I guess.”

“You were with her too, weren’t you, Drew. After we
were married, I mean,” I interrupted.

“I was, Morgan,” Drew smiled at me and continued. “I
flipped the camera back to sleeping Morgan and pumped my cock in my hand.
Imagining my come coating her lips. I thought about doing to her what Michael
had done to my mother. That was the part that wanted me to slice his motherfucking
throat. I’d seen the way he treated my mother, just like he treated Valerie. I
saw his hand strike her face more than once. I never watched the fucked up shit
he did to her. I couldn’t do that. It made me sick, but I had no problem at all
watching him do it to Valerie. She had a choice. She didn’t have to be there.
She should have been at home with her husband. She chose the fucked up shit
that Michael did to her. ‘Eat me, you little bitch. Take my come just like your
daddy used to do to my mother,’ I said out loud to the empty apartment while I
spewed my juices to the palm of my hand.”

Jesus Drew.

“Tell me about the first time you had sex with
Morgan,” Deidra coaxed. Thank god. I was sick of listening to the sex my
husband had with a woman almost twice his age. It was sick, disgusting, and I
didn’t find anything erotic about it.

“It really wasn’t Morgan that I was pissed at,” Drew
started his story. “It was her fucked up grandfather who didn’t know shit about
business. I had this deal in the bag, it was a done deal. He put a stop to it,
it wasn’t enough. ‘What do you mean, it’s not enough. It’s a 50% margin. That’s
a crazy deal,’ I argued on the phone with him.

‘It’s not enough, you’re willing to accept nine
grand less than what we were asking. Split it with him and we have a deal.’

There was no splitting it with him. He took his
money and gave it to my biggest competitor, not to mention the publicity that
Camron Jewelers was going to get off it. Callaway needed to stay the fuck out
of my shit. He needed to have a heart attack and join his fuckhead son.  By the
time I’d made it home I was furious. She was just coming in from the pool when
I walked in. I watched her pull the towel over her body, catching Rebecca from
the corner of my eye. I turned and looked at her; she scurried from the room
like an obedient servant. ‘Move the towel,’ I demanded in some sort of angry
voice. She shuddered and moved the towel, divulging a beautiful bikinied body. 

‘Where are you going?’

‘I was going to shower,’ Morgan said defiantly.

‘Go,’ I ordered. I had one quick call to make and
then she was mine for the entire night. ‘I watched her shower and walked up to
her room before she was finished. Laying on her bed, I thought about Callaway screwing
my deal, my mother, and about Morgan’s fucking dad and the last time he had
touched me. You would think a boy of seventeen would have stood up for himself.
I didn’t. I was a pussy little coward. It’s different when things happen to a
guy. Girls are dainty and vulnerable. I felt like a coward. I wasn’t the nine
year old boy locked in an office with a priest. I was seventeen, practically a
man. I could have done something. Michael used to tell me I liked it, that’s
why I never stopped him. He was unstoppable, unless I wanted him to take it out
on my mother. I didn’t want that,” Drew explained.

I didn’t want to hear what he was about to talk
about. I wanted to hear more of how Michael was with his mother.

“Not only was I already pissed about losing a major
deal, I had to go and make it worse by thinking about my fucked up life and
Michael. Morgan didn’t have a chance in hell,” Drew admitted.

I sucked in a deep breath, anticipating what I knew
he was about to tell Deidra. I wasn’t sure how I felt about it.

“Shaking my head to rid the recollections, I looked
up to Morgan, wrapped in a towel. My heart was racing from the anger that I felt
toward her father, and instantly it resonated from him to her. I took no mercy
on Morgan that day, the day she lost her virginity. The day that I officially
made her mine.”

“That wasn’t the first time we had sex, Drew,” I
interrupted.

“Yes, it was,” he argued.

“No, you did things before that time,” I reminded
him.

“Yeah, but I didn’t actually have sex with you until
that night.”

I didn’t continue the argument. I’d do it later,
when Deidra wasn’t sitting there. Evidently he was under the assumption that
giving it to me up the ass before that, didn’t really count. Whatever, I guess
it doesn’t really matter. I shut up and let him continue.

“Pulling the chair from her vanity, I parked it
right in front of her where I made her sit and spread her legs,” Drew
continued. I still couldn’t believe he was able to talk like this in front of
Deidra.

“I watched her play with her pussy for a long time,
still trying to rid the thoughts of Michael. Spreading her lips with my fingers,
I ordered her to rub her little nub faster and harder, and then dared her to
come. I knew she was going to come, I wanted her to come. Every time she would
try and shift her fingers a bit, trying to cease the impending orgasm, I made
her move them back. Smiling when she came, I knew I could punish her, not that
I wasn’t going to anyway. I made her bend over in front of me and spanked her
until she wore a nice layer of my handprint on both her ass cheeks. I finger
fucked her ass, after making her tell me that she wanted me to, grinding my
erection into her ass as I did. After making her tell me that she wanted me to
fuck her pussy, I ordered her to lay on her bed and spread her legs. I never
thought about her being a virgin or the pain that it would cause when I
vehemently forced into her. She grimaced in pain and jumped away from me. I didn’t
care; I pulled her hips and thrust deep into her. She no longer wanted to come,
she wasn’t enjoying any of this, but that was okay to me. It wasn’t about her.
She wasn’t here to find pleasure. The second I felt the sensational building, I
pulled my bloody cock from her pussy and pushed her to the floor. I stroked my
hand savagely, transferring blood to my palm. Rubbing my head over her lips, it
wasn’t coming. I shoved her back to the bed, pumped in and out of her like a
crazy person, and ordered her back to her knees.

‘Go clean up,’ I
dominantly requested after painting her lips and coating her tongue with my
come. Flipping on my computer, I watched her cry, curled up in a naked ball on
her bathroom floor. I laughed, feeling good about what I’d just done and how
I’d made her feel, then showered myself. She was hopefully feeling everything I
had ever felt and then some. This became the norm. I could have gotten used to
it other than the fact that I still had Skyler on my ass and after six months,
I was sure Mr. Callaway wasn’t going to die anytime soon. That’s how long I was
able to keep her from Skyler. That’s how long she was graced with my presence,
my house, and all the luxuries that she was not entitled to.”

“
She
didn’t have a choice,” I chimed in, not
sure how I felt about Drew’s purpose in life becoming a need to hurt me any and
every way he could.

“I know, love. I’m not speaking of now. I’m talking
about then.”

“And when did Skyler find out about your wife?”
Deidra asked.

“Skyler didn’t understand any of it. She wanted to
live at the mansion with me. She always loved the mansion, even when she’d come
there with her father to conduct business. She talked crazy shit about all the
things she wanted to do to the place. She couldn’t do anything until I got rid
of Michael’s offspring,” Drew continued.

I was actually into his story today. Intrigued with
how he truly felt about my being there against both our wills.

“This was going to be harder than I thought. Skyler
wasn’t going to lay down and let me do this. ‘What do you mean, I can’t stay
there? Of course I can. We’ve planned this all along,’ she whined over lunch. I
never thought about the events that Callaway would insist that I attend with
Morgan. He wouldn’t hear of me bringing Skyler instead of Morgan. Fuck. I hated
that stupid little bitch. She was ruining everything.”

“Drew, stop calling me names. I’m sitting right
here,” I demanded in a raised voice.

“I’m not calling you names. I’m telling a story from
a long time ago,” he assured me with an encouraging smile before continuing on,
“I tried to appease Skyler, ‘Shit is going on right now, Skyler. Callaway
doesn’t want you there. None of this is mine until he’s gone. You know that. Do
you want me with no money? Do you want me to go find a job and rent us some
apartment on Fremont Street? Would that make you happy, Skyler?’ I shook my
head when she bowed her head to her lap. Of course she didn’t want me without
the money. She was bred into this shit. It was always about the money.

‘Just tell me what is going on. I should be part of
this too, Drew. We are a couple.’

Yeah, tell that to Callaway and my wife, I thought.
‘Skyler, just let me deal with this. You know what Callaway thinks of your
parents. He’s going to dictate everything I do for a while. You know this.’

‘But, why do you have to give up the apartment?
Where am I going to go when I need to get away from my parents? You know how
much my mother drives me crazy. How are we even going to see each other?’

‘Do I not travel a lot? You’ll go with me. I’m sure
Randal won’t be doing anymore traveling. You like Jena. Derik will be with me
most of the time, and you and Jena can tag along.’

‘I don’t really like Jena. I only hang out with her
when everyone else is busy.’

‘Why don’t you like her?’

‘I like her, I guess. I just think she’s a little
tawdry.’

I laughed. ‘You think Jena is tasteless?’

‘A little. I mean who shops at Carson’s?’

I shook my head unnoticeably, closing my eyes. The
girl I loved was exasperating and as high maintenance as they came. Her
parents, mostly her mother, played a role in that.  My phone rang: Callaway. I
didn’t want to answer Callaway’s call in front of Skyler. He was going to ask
about Morgan. However, Callaway wasn’t someone you ignored. He called, you
answered, simple as that, just like his prick son. ‘Hello,’ I answered, looking
down, like that would keep Skyler from hearing my conversation.

‘Hello. How’s my granddaughter?’

‘She’s doing just fine, settling in quite nicely,’ I
lied

‘Good, does she need anything? Is she adapting
okay?’

‘She has everything she needs. She’s adapting just
fine. I’ll keep you posted.’

‘Where are you? Are you with her now? I’d like to
speak to her.’

‘I’m actually with a client right now. Can I call
you back?’

‘Yes. Call me back. You selling something good?’

‘Trying to. I’ll call you when I’m finished.’ I
ended the call.

‘Who?’ Skyler instantly asked.

‘Who what?’

‘Who is settling in nicely?’

‘A new manager for the strip store. I’ve got to get
going, Sky, do you need a ride?’

‘No, I’m meeting some friends.’ She smiled.

‘What friends?’

‘Just girlfriends, we’re going shopping. When am I
going to see you again?’

‘Soon. I’m trying to set up a deal in Los Angeles
now. I’ll take you with me,’ I promised, standing and pulling her chair out for
her.

I walked down the sidewalk with Skyler’s hand in
mine, hating anything to do with Callaway blood. I didn’t want to go to the
mansion, to Morgan. I wanted to wrap my arms around Skyler and fall asleep,
smelling her blonde hair. I held her tight, feeling like we were saying goodbye
or something.