Underestimated Too (18 page)

‘Jesus, Drew. You act like we’re never going to see
each other again. I love you, I’ll call you later,’ Skyler said.

I gave her a quick kiss and watched her walk away,
swinging her ass with just enough sway. I should have taken her some place
before going back to the mansion, maybe it would have helped when I sat at Michael’s—my
desk and flipped on the cameras. Morgan was floating around the pool, looking
way to fine. I got up, walked to the pool, and ordered her to go upstairs. I
played with my wife for a couple hours that afternoon. I played with her pussy
while watching television on her bed, made her suck my dick, prolonging my time
with her as long as possible. That was the first time I’d ever used a foreign
object on Morgan. I’d gotten up to go to the bathroom, ordering her to keep her
legs spread. I saw the green tube on her vanity, I’m not even sure what it was,
but I knew where it was going.”

“Oh, my god, Drew. You don’t have to tell her
everything,” I argued his choice of stories.

“Does this bother you,” Drew asked Deidra.

What about me? I’m the one who spoke up.
It fucking bothers me, you moron.

“You’re fine, continue,” Deidra requested
nonchalantly.

Was this not bothering her at all?

“It was mascara,” I pouted, crossing my arms.

“Excuse me?” Drew asked.

“Mascara, that’s what you used on me.”

“Oh, anyway. I lay between her legs, staring at her
wet pussy, slid the tube up and down her slit, and then in and out of her
pussy.”

I moved my eyes to the ceiling, trying to rid the ridiculousness
of my husband and now the throbbing between my legs while Drew took us both
back to that day.

“Morgan became my new obsession. I couldn’t get
enough of her. She was always on my computer—always. Knowing I had to go downstairs
to meet Derik and actually work, I fucked Morgan, came in her mouth, and left
her alone, ignoring the ringing phone with Derik’s name on the screen.

‘What are you doing?’ Derik cautiously asked as I
descended the stairs.

‘Noting, let’s get this conference call going. Call
Lois, have her make arrangements for us to fly out tomorrow. You can take Jena
along if you want. I’m taking Skyler.’

‘You fucked her, didn’t you?’ Derik probed.

‘No,’ I countered, unlocking the office door.

‘Bring us coffee,’ I ordered Rebecca from the door.

‘You’re a liar. You fucked her.’

‘Shut the fuck up. I just shot a load in her mouth.
Bitch deserves it,’ I told Derik.”

I’ll show you, bitch deserves it.

“For whatever reason, Derik’s comment pissed me off
when he asked, ‘Damn, dude, let me go hit it too.’

I didn’t want anyone
touching her. She was mine. I owned her until I could get rid of her, and not
him or anyone else was going to touch her. ‘I already told you, you’re not
touching her.’

‘Why? You did.’

‘She’s my wife.’

‘Come on, man, I haven’t been in anyone but Jena in
two years. I won’t fuck her. Just let me shoot a load in her mouth too.’

’You touch her and you’ll be flipping burgers.
Where’s the Henderson account?’ I asked, taking my coffee from Rebecca, wanting
to get down to business. Derik and I worked diligently well into the afternoon
until Rebecca tapped on the door, asking if we would like lunch. ‘Where’s
Morgan?’ I asked, wanting her there as well.

‘She’s eating in the kitchen,’ Rebecca replied,
setting a basket of rolls in front of me.

‘She needs to come to the table.’

‘Are you fucking kidding, Drew?’ Derik asked, seeing
Morgan walk to the dining room table, heels clicking across the elaborate tile.
She did look sexy as hell. She was wearing a cream colored pants suit, cut low
in the front, black heels and her hair, wow, it was beautiful. I loved the
blondness in her hair.

Morgan sat and barely touched her food. We didn’t
include her in our conversation around the table, but I did glance at her
often. I couldn’t help it. She was somewhat striking,” Drew admitted, glancing
my way.

I smiled back at him, loving his description of me
then, even when I hated him, he thought I was hot.

Getting back to his story, Drew said, “I answered a
call from Callaway, ‘Hello.’

‘Drew, how’s my girl?’ he cheerfully asked. He
didn’t sound sick at all. He sounded chipper and ready to take on the world.

‘She’s doing just fine, we’re actually having lunch
together.’ That would win me a few brownie points I was sure. ‘Good, bring her
to the Conner engagement party tonight.’

‘I don’t think that’s such a good idea. Morgan is
not quite ready for that,’ I tried dissuading Callaway.”

I remembered that day too. I sat there in silence
while Drew talked about me like I wasn’t there, and Derik stared at me like he
wanted to eat me for lunch.

“Callaway warned me, ‘What do you mean? Don’t you
say anything bad about her where she can hear,’

‘I walked away from the table,’ I lied to Callaway
looking at Morgan who glanced my way, knowing I was speaking of her. I didn’t
care if she heard me. ‘Morgan is somewhat, how do I say this? Her language is
what you might call backyard slang. I don’t think she is ready to be around the
class of people that we are accustomed to. I’d be a little embarrassed to say
that she is my wife.’

‘Hmmm, I suppose you’re right. Get her the proper
etiquette teacher. I need her up to par so that she can be at your side. I want
to know how she is doing.’

‘Yes, sir. I’ll get on it right away.’ I left Morgan
at home that night and attended the engagement party alone. Rolling my eyes at
the political statement of the newly engaged couple, I entered the extravagant
ballroom, immediately taking a drink from a very cute little caterer. Looking
around as I sipped the girly wine, I saw Mr. Callaway sitting in his wheelchair
in the center of the room. He laughed loudly with the group of men around him.
What the fuck? He didn’t look like death at all. His color looked normal. Shit,
he looked healthy. Other than the fact that he was sitting in a wheelchair,
you’d never guess he’d been sick at all. I made small talk with a few people as
I made my way to Callaway. I heard Skyler’s laugh and turned to see her in a
circle of girls. She nodded my way and continued her conversation. I hoped she
would, but I wasn’t sure how long she’d stay away from me. It wasn’t in her
nature. She really didn’t care what Callaway thought of her. She would,
however, care that I’d just married his granddaughter.

‘There’s my boy,’ Callaway proudly spoke. Shaking a
few hands and exchanging greetings.

I listened to Callaway brag about my New York deal.
Derik joined the clique, jumping right in on the conversation. I smiled at
Valerie from across the room. She had her arm looped through her husband’s,
eyeing me with a seductive glare. It had been a while since I’d been with her,
at least six months or so. Morgan was the first thing that came to mind when I
stared back. I didn’t really need Valerie anymore. Morgan could fulfill that
part of my sexual needs, and it was a little more exciting than Val was.
Morgan’s timid demeanor, forcing her to do it, and her submitting to me did
more to me than Valerie’s eager willingness.”

“Glad I could help,” I interrupted again.

Drew ignored me, lost in the past. “Conspicuously
walking to the table to speak to my beautiful girl in red, I picked up a bacon
wrapped shrimp. I loved Skyler in red and knew she wore that dress for me.”

Ahhh, how fucking sweet. Fucker.

“I smiled over at Skyler. ‘You look beautiful.’

‘Thank you. You look pretty yummy yourself. We’re
spending the night together, right?’

‘No, I’m taking you away tomorrow, remember? We have
a business trip to tend to.’

‘I remember, but I was really hoping you’d help me
out of this dress later.’ She flirted.

Damn, I did want to do that. I needed Skyler to keep
me somewhat normal. ‘I can’t. I’ve got too much to get done tonight in
preparation for this trip. I’ll talk to you later.’ I winked, catching the
disapproving look from Callaway, and walked away from her. I should have left.
I should have used the excuse of having work to do. Valerie pulled me to the
dance floor, forcing me to dance with her. Skyler smiled as I looked to her for
help. Of course she didn’t help. She couldn’t. Callaway would have wheeled himself
right to the dance floor and caused a scene had I danced with Skyler instead.
He wasn’t going to like it when he saw that I was with Valerie, but wouldn’t
protest it. He still needed Patrick, sending him his high end clients. ‘How are
you, Valerie?’ I asked, pulling her closer. For a middle aged woman, Valerie
had it all together, in all the right places. She was hot.

‘Truthfully? Horny and guess what, Drew?’

‘Uh, uh. I can’t,’ I objected, knowing her plan.

‘Yes, you can. As soon as this song is over, I’m
going to walk down the hall and you’re going to wait two minutes and follow
me,’ she ordered. I laughed.

‘You don’t give the orders in this relationship.’

‘Fine, follow me and order me.’

Shit, if my dick didn’t just grow at the thought of
it. I wasn’t doing it though. I couldn’t. I couldn’t handle three women.
Valerie and I wouldn’t be doing this anymore, not after tonight anyway.

I watched her walk out of the room, away from the
party, shaking my head in disbelief at her as she gave me the eye to follow
her. ‘Excuse me,’ I politely spoke to Callaway and the three other men I’d been
standing by. I wasn’t sure where she went. Walking down the empty hall, I
looked around, trying to figure out where she’d gone. Surely she didn’t expect
me to go into the ladies room. There were too many women going in and coming
out with freshly painted lips. We’d surely get caught. Valerie pulled me into
the dark room. I think it was a library or something. I could see the shelves
of books lining the walls in the dark room. ‘Get on your knees, you’re going to
get us killed,’ I said, unfastening my belt and releasing my already erect cock
to her mouth. Valerie could give the most amazing head. I loved fucking her
mouth, which I did, sliding in and out, down her throat until I couldn’t take
it a second longer. Pulling her up, I ran my hand up her leg and to her
panty-less crotch. She was so fucking wet. She would have done anything I told
her to do at that moment. She wanted to come so fucking bad I could taste it. ‘Does
your pussy need to be fucked?’ I asked, kissing her.

She moaned, squirming below my fingers.

‘Turn around,’ I beckoned, pushing her to what
looked like an executive table.

She moaned again when I slid into her wet pussy and
then to her ass. I reached around, played with her clit and fucked the hell out
of her ass.

‘Mom!’ We both heard the voice calling from the
hall.

‘Oh, god. Don’t stop, Drew,’ Valerie begged.

I couldn’t have stopped if I wanted to. I pounded
harder until she dropped to the table, trying to stifle her pleasure, and I
dropped with her.

‘Have you seen my mom?’ We heard Skyler from the
hall.

‘Your
daughter is looking for you. Get out of here,’ I ordered, putting myself away.
‘Sorry, love. I was on the phone,’ Valerie lied to Skyler as she left the room
satisfied.”

“Drew,” I interrupted again. I couldn’t help it. I
didn’t know this fact either.

“What?” he asked, when I just sat there by Deidra
with my mouth hanging open.

“Valerie is Skyler’s mother? Oh, my god. That’s
disgusting.”

“Yeah, well, her pussy wasn’t disgusting,” Drew
retorted.

“You need help.”

“I’m getting it.” He waved his hand towards Deidra.

“Can we be finished for the day?” I asked, turning
to Deidra. I’d heard enough for one day. Why didn’t I know this? I wanted to
disinfect my ears.

“Yes, we’re over a few minutes anyway,” Deidra
explained, looking at the clock on the wall. “I’ll see you next Thursday,” she
said, standing.

“Now what, Morgan?” Drew asked, backing out of the
parking lot.

“Nothing, Drew. You think maybe you could have told
me this before you just blurted it out in front of Deidra?” I asked, raising my
voice.

“What? Why would I have told you that?”

“I don’t know, because it seems like an important
piece of information to let your wife in on. What if I would have said
something to her at one of your stupid parties?”

“I don’t have stupid parties. I haven’t done that since
Callaway died, and why does it even matter?”

“It’s disgusting. How could you fuck Valerie knowing
she was Skyler’s mother?”

“I fucked Valerie for three years before I ever met
Skyler.”

“And Valerie was just okay with you fucking her
daughter? People around here have issues. No wonder therapists are on every
corner here.”

“Valerie was okay with it. Valerie intended on me
marrying Skyler, remember?”