Underestimated Too (35 page)

“I’d rather Drew do it. He tells it much better than
I do.”

“But your feelings are going to be different if you
tell it from your side.”

“I know. If there’s something I think needs a
different explanation, I’ll interject.”

“You were describing the months after Morgan’s
return,” Deidra nodded to Drew to begin.

“Morgan continued to fight her demons while I
continued to do the same,” Drew began.  “I wondered if it was the reason we
clicked. Maybe it was the dark places we both came from. Maybe it didn’t matter
that she didn’t remember. She knew. She knew something and the more she
questioned it the more I begged her not to remember. I had confessed without
confessing.

We were so in love and the more time we put behind
us the more we fell, the harder we fell. She felt the same way. I knew she did.”
Drew was looking to me as he spoke.

 I didn’t need to interrupt. Drew was absolutely
right.

 “She couldn’t keep her hands off me anymore than I
could her. Everything was perfect. For the first time since I’d met her, I
didn’t care that she conversed with Callaway. I liked it actually, I loved to
listen to her talk about art, books, and composers that I’d never heard of. I
often wondered how she knew all that she knew. I guess the books that she read.
Lord knows it wasn’t from the kinky stuff I kept loaded on her e-reader for
her.”

I smiled, remembering the first time I had to read
those damn things, especially when he’d make me read them out loud. I hated
when he’d call me and tell me to read to him, knowing he was watching and
listening to me. I hadn’t realized I snorted at my last internal thought.

“Something funny?” Drew asked, turning to me.

“No, I just thought about something that I used to
think when you made me read the books you downloaded for me.”

“What?” Drew urged.

“I used to picture you in another state, watching
and listening to me read while you jerked off,” I teased. Hey, he didn’t mind
putting it all out there, why should I?

“That’s exactly what I was doing,” he admitted with
a sneaky grin.

I shook my head with a smile, knowing he was telling
the truth and feeling a quick twinge, thinking about Drew’s hand stroking his
massive rod.

“There’s nothing you can say that could embarrass
me,” Drew tormented.

“Really? Not even when I say how much I love
watching that? Especially when I walk into the bathroom and catch you doing it
in the shower, all alone,” I said in some sort of messed up seductive tone.
Where the hell did that come from? Drew of course didn’t falter.

“You’re not catching me doing anything. I know how
much that drives you crazy. I do it when I want crazy shower sex. You always
walk in the bathroom when I’m in the shower. All I have to do is have my dick
in my hand and know you’ll be wrapping your legs around me before I get out.”

“Damn, you’re good,” I admitted, not even feeling
the crimson flood my face. We’d talked about so much kinky sex with Deidra, it
really didn’t bother me.

“The best,” Drew snidely remarked.

Deidra laughed at us. “Okay, Drew. You were saying
how much in love you were with Morgan,” she beckoned for us to stop being
rivalries.

“Oh yeah, my life was more than I’d ever thought it
could be. Morgan was the reason for that. She truly was my whole world, and I
would have poisoned her food everyday if there’d been a magic potion that would
have kept her from remembering. Her remembering ate at me like nothing else. It
consumed my days and nights. I’d lie awake watching her sleep, feeling remorse
for all that I’d done to her, all that I’d taken away, and all that I’d kept
her from experiencing for years.”

“There was so much that she missed because of me. I
never took her to a movie, a Broadway show, on a vacation, a honeymoon. She
never had a girlfriend to shop and talk girl stuff with, do their nails, and
complain about her man. I’d deprived her of everything she should have been
experiencing.

I stroked her hair while I watched her sleep. Her
sleep was usually troublesome and she’d wake up and take something to get back
to sleep. This was the part that haunted me most. Just like it always started,
she tossed her head from side to side, moaned in her sleep and breathed quick,
short breaths. Sometimes I could kiss her forehead, shush her, and soothe her
nightmares away. Sometimes I couldn’t.

‘I’ve got you, baby. You’re okay,’ I soothed,
holding her tight. This was one of those times I couldn’t stop it. She clung to
me, calming her breathing, trying to talk herself down.

‘Drew,’ she mumbled panicked and scared.

‘I’m here. You’re okay.’ I would comfort her over
and over,” Drew spoke, looking at Deidra, “Morgan wasn’t okay. I made Morgan
not okay. I had to come clean with her. I had to tell her everything regardless
of the outcome. I had to tell her.”

“You were going to tell me, Drew?” I asked, not
knowing this. Why hadn’t he ever told me this?

“Yes, I was going to
tell you right before you remembered,” he said, turning to me and then back to
Deidra. “I thought about it the whole time I was away from her on my next trip.”
Drew continued, getting back to his story with Deidra as if I wasn’t in the
room.

Why did he do that? Grrrrr.

“I was going to tell her when I got home that day.
I’d send Marta away for the weekend and get it out. I had to, it was eating me
up. If she chose to leave me, I’d live with it. If she chose to disclose
everything to Callaway, I’d live with it. I didn’t care anymore. I had to make
it right with her one way or another.

I smiled when I watched her through the cameras lie
to Marta and tell her I’d called and told her to take off for the weekend. She
hummed some song that I didn’t know but knew it was familiar to her when she
stopped and thought about it for a second before continuing. I was sure she was
trying to figure out how she knew the country song while she prepared her
surprise meal for my arrival.

I didn’t get to talk to her that night. Derik had
gotten there before me, dropping off some documents that I asked him to run
over to the mansion for me. I could have killed him right there. Morgan was on
the floor, and he was on top of her. Rage engulfed me; I threw him off her and
hooked him in the jaw. He went off, blurting shit about me putting her in her
place and how I should be treating her.

‘Get out!’ I screamed over and over. He needed to
leave before I ripped his head off. I couldn’t believe he touched her breast.
Who the hell did he think he was?

‘Are you okay?’ I asked, pulling Morgan to her feet.

‘Yeah, I’m going to get some ice,’ she sadly said,
walking away from me.

‘Morgan.’ I tried to reach her. I could tell she
wasn’t so happy to see me anymore. She pulled away and left me standing. I had
no idea how to handle her upset. I never cared before. I did what I knew how to
do. I went to my office and worked.

I chose to go on the next trip. Things felt strained
between us and I didn’t like it, nor did I know how to fix it. Maybe if I left
for a couple days, she’d miss me. I’d come home, and we’d be back to normal,
whatever that was.

‘Why are you leaving, Drew? Why didn’t you send
Derik?’ she asked.

‘It’s something I need to take care of myself,’ I
lied, moving onto my side of the bed.

‘I feel like it’s more than that. Are we okay?’

‘Let’s talk, Morgan.’

‘I sat up, forcing her out of my arm, wanting her to
sit as well.’

‘Talk about what?’

‘Things, Morgan. There are things that we need to
discuss, things I need to get out.’

‘No you don’t, Drew.’

‘I do. Can you just listen?’

‘Drew, please don’t do this. We’re fine. Don’t,
okay?’

‘Morgan, what are you afraid of? What do you think I
am going to tell you?’

‘I’m not sure, but you don’t have to say anything.
Please, Drew. Just go on your trip and if you still feel the need to talk to
me, you can do it when you get back, okay?’

‘Okay, okay,’ I said, calming her. She was really
upset. Why? Was she afraid of the unknown? Or did she know?

Thank god, the couple days away from each other
seemed to help. I was able to clear my mind and was determined to tell Morgan
everything. I had to. She had to know. She needed to know what a piece of shit
mother and father she had. She needed to know they sold her to a man that
didn’t want her, a man who used and abused her. My mind was made up. I was
telling her everything.

It didn’t happen, again. I couldn’t do it. Morgan
was so happy to see me. She was so giddy and playful, I decided to wait.
Ruining her good mood wasn’t going to happen, not that night anyway. We watched
a ballgame together, ate ribs at the little sports bar she’d come to love,
okay, I loved it too. They made the best ribs in Vegas. The country music could
have been changed but Morgan liked it, so I dealt.

‘Oh, I love this, Drew. Buy it for me,’ Morgan
teased as we walked around a pawnshop she’d found and had been browsing.

‘That thing came out of cereal box. What is it anyway?
It looks like a pebble.’

‘It’s green sea glass, although I’m sure you’re
right. It doesn’t look like an aged piece of sea glass.’

We stared at each other while Morgan remembered
something. I hated this shit. I had to tell her.

‘How about a gun?’ she retorted, trying to recover
the awkward moment.

I laughed. ‘What are you going to do with a gun?’

‘Shoot Derik between the eyes.’

I laughed again. ‘Let’s get out of here,’ I coaxed.

We walked through the streets hand in hand, flirting
and being in love. We even seductively shared an ice cream cone. I hadn’t had
an ice cream cone in years and watching Morgan lick it from cone to the tip
caused my cock to twitch.

‘You act like you’ve done that before,’ I teased.

‘No, just trying to teach you how to do it.’

I gave her an unbelievable look. ‘I never hear you
complain when I do it.’

She laughed and licked it again, leaving a cold
clump of strawberry on the end of her tongue then she transferred it to my
mouth. We stood in the middle of a busy sidewalk making out like a couple
teenagers, and I didn’t care. What the hell was wrong with me? I didn’t do this
shit. I had dignity and formality to live up to. I didn’t make out in the
middle of the street.

‘Answer your phone,’ Morgan whispered, pulling away
from my lips. I didn’t want to answer my phone. I wanted to take her home. The
passion that sizzled between us was ridiculous. You’d think we were the only
two people on the streets. You remember that night, Morgan?” Drew asked turning
to me. I smiled with a slight nod and he continued, “I answered, ‘Hey, Randal.’

‘Where are you?’ he angrily asked.

‘Um, just taking a walk with Morgan, why?’

‘You’re supposed to be here. Remember? The Martins
anniversary party? Ringing any bells?’

‘No, that’s tomorrow night.’

‘No, I assure you. It’s tonight. I’m giving you one
hour to get my granddaughter over here. Do you understand me?’

‘Yes, we’ll be there.’

‘What was that all about?’ Morgan asked.

‘Evidently, we’re supposed to be at a dinner party with
Callaway. He told me tomorrow night. I know he did. Come on.’

‘Drew, we’re in jeans.’

‘I know. We have to run home and change and get over
there.’

‘Can’t you just tell him we’re not coming?’

‘No, Callaway doesn’t really work that way.’

‘And neither does his son.’

I stopped and turned to look at her. I’d only told
her that one time. And it wasn’t post-accident. ‘He’s not my father,’ I coldly
replied.

‘Oh, why did I think that?’

I didn’t respond, I held her hand and quickly
dragged her back to the ball field to retrieve the car.

We quickly showered together, dressing in record
time. Morgan piled her long hair on top of her head, added makeup, and looked
stunningly beautiful for a thirty minute turnaround time. I used to think
Skyler wore red well. Morgan put her to shame.

Callaway was pissed, I could tell. He didn’t
tolerate anyone being late, but it was his fault. I even double checked. The
email said Saturday, not Friday at all. I, of course, didn’t argue that fact
with him. He lightened up after talking to Morgan for a bit, something she was
forbidden to do before.

I smiled over at her when she gave me a look and
ordered a bowl of strawberry ice cream. We missed the entire dinner, but
neither of us really cared. We were living on love. At least I was. I didn’t
need food. I only needed her.

‘Drew,’ Derik spoke, nudging my arm and breaking my
trance with Morgan.

‘What?’ I asked. I was still pissed at him for his
little episode with Morgan. He nodded and I sat up.