Underestimated Too (36 page)

‘Shit.’ I wasn’t expecting to see her there. I
hadn’t seen Skyler in months. She looked right at me, smiling like I was taking
her home.

 ‘You don’t like the wine?’ Callaway asked Morgan. I
can get you something else if you’d like.

‘No, it’s okay. I think I like beer a little more
than wine.’

I tightened my lips to keep from speaking. He was
going to give me hell for that. I was sure. Ladies didn’t drink beer, they
sipped wine. I shook my head at my unbelievable wife. Callaway had our entire
table drinking beer from tall glasses. She had more control over that man than
I ever did.

‘Go dance, I love this song, and I love to see you
two dance together,’ Callaway persuaded. I didn’t really want to dance with
Morgan. Skyler was there with her parents, staring me down.

I placed her soft hand in mine and smiled down at
her, leading her to the back corner away from the gazes of Skyler. Morgan
wasn’t in my arms five seconds before we were both lost in a whirlwind of
emotions. I didn’t care about Skyler, Callaway, or anyone else. Morgan was all
I cared about, all I wanted for the rest of my life.  It’s ridiculous, I know,
but I swear we were making love right there on the shiny floor.

‘Drew,’ Morgan whispered. I looked down at her, and
I swear she was fighting the same thing I was. The expression on her face was
the same as it was when I was making love to her. Her lips were parted
slightly, her eyes were closed, and she tilted her head just like she did when
I was inside her.

‘What?’ I softly responded to the corner of her
lips.

‘Take me somewhere.’

‘Somewhere like where? Morgan,’ I asked, having a
good feeling of what she was asking.

‘It won’t take long. It’ll be quick, I promise. All
you have to do is lift my dress.’

‘You’re not wearing panties?’

‘No. Why would I? You never let me wear panties when
we go out.’

I ignored the last comment. I didn’t care about what
she was reflecting on at the moment. I pulled her hand and led her out a set of
double doors.

‘You no come here. You go to other side. This only
employees,’ spoke a boy in broken English.

I removed my wallet from the breast pocket of my
jacket, held up two one hundred dollar bills, and bribed him to send us in the
direction of a private room. He studied the crisp bills in my hand, snatched
them, and led us down the hall.

‘You no touch nothing,’ he exclaimed.

Morgan and I both laughed, closing the door to some
executive’s office in the hotel. ‘Would you like the settee, the desk, or the
table,’ I asked, taking her in my arms.

‘The window.’

Fuck. I’ve never made love like that before. It was
quick, not by my choice; we did have a party to get back to. Morgan placed her
hands on the glass wall, overlooking Las Vegas night life, and I slid her dress
up. Caressing her hips, I made my way to her wet pussy. Holy fuck, was she wet.”

Oh, my god, Drew…
Okay, maybe I could still get embarrassed around Deidra.

“Keeping up the momentum with my fingers, I freed
myself and slid into her. She moaned and placed her cheek against the cool
glass while I moved in and out of her. We moaned together, sexy as hell
emotions as we made love on top of the world. I don’t know if it was the city
lights, the red dress, the sneaking in some guy’s office or what it was, but it
was magical. I don’t care how cliché that sounds. It was fucking magic.”

“Kind of like the boulder?” I asked, bringing us
back to the present and thinking about making love on top of the world
overlooking the ocean. I’m not so sure we didn’t conceive Nicky that day.

“Exactly like that,” Drew agreed.

That was the third time Drew and I made love on top
of the world. The second one was on the rooftop of a high class casino, right
on top of the piano.

Drew paused, smiled, and continued his story, “Sliding
out of Morgan, I spun her, lifted her legs around my waist and leaned her
against the glass. ‘You have to come, Morgan. I’m not going to last much
longer.’ Holy mother fucking hell. My cock grew another inch when she moved her
hand down and began, massaging her little nub, helping me out. God, she needed
to come.”

I cleared my throat, trying to warn my obstinate
husband that he didn’t have to tell her every little detail.

He disregarded it and didn’t skip a beat. “Hoping
like hell the room was soundproof, Morgan called out, contracting around my
cock. That was it, I was finished. I thrust deep into her, filling her with my
own pleasure. She kissed me with a smile.

‘Have we ever done that?’

I laughed, kissed her soft lips, and placed her feet
on the floor. ‘No. Never. You have sex hair.’

‘Sex hair?’

‘Yes, you need to fix yourself before we go back out
there.’

‘I will. I need to clean your mess anyway.’

‘My mess?’

‘Yes, I’m not walking around with you all over me.’

‘What are you trying to say? You don’t like my come in
your pussy?’

She snickered and kissed me. ‘I love your come in my
pussy. I don’t love it running down my leg.’

‘Oh. Come on, I’ll pay another hundred bucks to find
you a private bathroom.’

‘I’m a lucky girl,’ Morgan teased me.” Drew smiled
at Deidra and me. We were done with our session for today, and it felt like we
were in a really good place this time.

I didn’t think I was ever going to get out of the
house. Drew hardly worked at all. I mean I was happy that he wasn’t working so
much, but I wanted to go back to the sandwich shop to work on my plan that I
didn’t have. I still didn’t know what I was supposed to say to the guy, and
even if I could offer him money, how did I get it without Drew finding out?

Drew was tied up all day Tuesday with meetings. He
whined a little when I asked to go over to Alicia’s, but Celeste helped when
she interrupted, saying some important investor or someone was on hold. I
didn’t pay much attention. I kissed him and told him to ride home with Celeste,
she and I were going to make supper.

Alicia and I hung out by the pool with Vincent while
the babies napped, and then left them with the nanny while she and I prepared a
full course meal.

“Can I see your phone for a second?” I asked,
Alicia, pretending to look around for mine. I knew I’d left it on the table by
the door. I did that on purpose.

“Right there,” she nodded. “Where’s yours?”

“I don’t know. It’s around here somewhere,” I
feigned ignorance.

I did a quick search on Alicia’s phone. The only
thing I really needed was Drew’s driver’s license and most banks asked for
social security numbers. I didn’t know Drew’s social security number. Drew knew
mine, he kept the little blue card locked in his office safe. How was I supposed
to get that? Some banks also required a four digit code, luckily the one I
needed to get into didn’t require that. Lucky for me, like that was going to
matter.

“What are you doing?” Alicia finally asked.

“Nothing, just looking for a something to send Caroline
for her birthday,” I lied the perfect lie and handed her phone back. Maybe I
should tell Alicia what I was up to. Maybe she would help me. No, she’d deem me
crazy, tell Celeste, Celeste would tell Drew, and I’d be locked up for life.  I
had to figure it out on my own. If I go through all this and find a string of
pearls or something, I’m going to scream.

Drew arrived with Celeste around five, and we all
sat down for our well thought out meal. Celeste and Drew both bragged about the
old fashioned American meal. Our full course meal consisted of fat
cheeseburgers with the works, homemade chili, cheese fries, fresh buttered
broccoli, and one crisp dill pickle on each plate. Nicholas loved the dill
pickle and wanted nothing else. I kept getting mad at Drew because he wouldn’t
stop giving it to him so that I could get him to eat some real food.

We were going to have an issue with the discipline.
I could see it now. Nicholas only had to scream or whine for something and Drew
gave it to him. Nicky was smart, he caught on to that trick pretty quick. Drew
gave him everything he wanted, I didn’t.

“Did Morgan tell you we were going to have another
baby?” Drew asked, looking at Alicia after I took the pickle away from him and
gave Nicky a bite of broccoli instead. I dropped my fork to my plate with a loud
clink. I might have stabbed him with it had I not gotten it out of my hand.

“Oh, my god, Morgan! Why didn’t you tell me?” Alicia
exclaimed excitedly.

“Because, we’re not having a baby. Drew fell down
the steps and bumped his head,” I retorted, glaring at Drew.

He smiled and reached for the pickle, snapping off a
piece for Nicholas. He whined, he wanted the pickle, and pushed the spoon of
broccoli away.

Celeste saved the day and an argument by changing
the subject, thank god.

“Are you getting a safety deposit box?” Celeste
asked, looking at Alicia’s phone.

FUCK!!!!

“I don’t know. I thought maybe we should. You know
for the kid’s birth certificate, socials, and stuff like that,” Alicia replied,
right on target. I breathed a sigh of relief. I never thought about that
happening. Celeste went on to tell her they didn’t need that, they had a walk-in
safe in her office, and for her not to worry about things like that. She took
care of it. , she was so much like Drew. Alicia gave me a look while, taking
her unnecessary lecture. She knew I was up to something.

“You’re still doing lunch with me tomorrow, right?”
Alicia asked at the door. I looked to Drew for the answer. I hadn’t mentioned
that to him. He would throw a fit about it, I was sure.

“You’ve been together all day. Why do you need to do
that?” Drew asked, taking Nicky from my arms. Drew really did think I liked
being with him twenty four seven. It wasn’t all a control thing. He honestly
thought I needed to be up his ass day in and day out. Mostly I did, but I still
needed to breathe different air than him occasionally.

“Did you have plans for me tomorrow, Drew?” I
smartly asked. You could say I was a little annoyed with my husband by the time
we left. Alicia already lectured me about the way he controlled everything I
did. I hated it when he did it in front of her. I couldn’t deny it all the time
when he did that.

“No, I’m working, but I’ll be at home.”

“Yeah, so what? Yes, I’ll go. You picking me up or
you want me to pick you up?” I asked. I didn’t mean to say the ‘so what’ part.
It slipped.

“I’ll pick you up at one. Maybe we’ll go downtown
and check out that new art museum.”

“Okay, talk to you tomorrow,” I said, saying
goodnight. Drew didn’t speak, not to her anyway.

“And maybe you won’t,” he answered where only I
could hear him. I knew he wouldn’t let me go downtown for whatever reason. He
had a million of them, the traffic, drugs, rapes, the murderers, I might get
lost, I could be in another accident, or the reason I think was behind it I
could disappear again.

“You don’t need to have lunch with Alicia tomorrow.
What do you want? I’ll have Marta make it for you,” Drew said, taking my hand
in the car.

“I’m not sure what I will want tomorrow. It’s not
about that and you know it. Drew you’re smothering me. You’ve got to stop.”

“I know. You’re right. You can go with Alicia, just
promise me you won’t go downtown to some art museum.”

“I am not going to promise you that. Alicia and I
are both grown women capable of handling society.”

“We’re not going to argue about it, Morgan. I don’t
want you on or around the strip and that’s that. You can go to the little
sandwich shop, the bookstore, library, even that dumb little pawnshop you like
going to, but I don’t want you on the strip. I’m not talking about it anymore.
I mean what I say.”

The pawnshop….That’s it. I could get money from the
pawnshop. I had a jewelry box full of rings, necklaces, bracelets, broaches,
and I was sure everything in there was worth a pretty penny or thousands. Drew would
never miss it, and if he did, I’d just say I lost it.

“Morgan, did you hear me?” Drew interrupted my
scheming thoughts.

“Yes, what part did you think I missed? The part
where you gave me permission to go on this side of town, or was it the part
where you were forbidding me to go to the strip.”

“Are we really going to do this?”

“No, Drew. We’re not doing this,” I agreed, deciding
it wasn’t worth the fight. I wouldn’t win it anyway.

Drew needed to go work in his office for a while.
Drew and I needed a timeout. He was irritated with me, and I was indisputably
exasperated with him. He didn’t go back to work. He followed me upstairs with
Nicholas. I changed his diaper, and Drew took him to the toy box. Nicky didn’t
play with any of it. He made a mess, taking everything he could reach out and
dropping it to the floor. Once in a while, he’d sit down and put it back, but
that was more work. It was easier for Drew to put them back.