Underestimated Too (9 page)

Drew sat, reaching for my hand.

“Let’s pick up here, next week. Are you going to be
here?” Deidra asked, looking at Drew and not me.

“Yes, we’ll be here.”

“No, makeup or dark sun glasses?” Deidra posed it as
a question to Drew.

“No, she won’t need either. I promise,” Drew
reassured her confidently.

“Drew’s not coming home right away. He’s going to
work at his office downtown for a while. I’m going to take a cab home,” I elaborated.

“No, you’re not, and you’re riding with me. I’m
fine.”

I was a little scared to do that. I mean, Drew
seemed fine. He didn’t seem angry at all. I would prefer going with him. I just
didn’t know if it was a good idea.

“Let’s set some ground rules. No talking about what
we talk about here at home, okay?” Deidra asked, again looking at Drew. I knew
why she didn’t want us discussing this at home. She wanted Drew right there
where she knew he wouldn’t hit me. It was probably a safe move on my part,
although I would have liked nothing more than continue this conversation at
home.

“Drew, I can take a cab. I kind of want to,” I
pleaded, walking to the car with him.  

“No, Morgan. I’m fine. I promise. I want to be with
you. I need to be with you.”

“I kind of wanted to go somewhere. I didn’t want to
go home yet.”

“I have some time. I’ll take you.”

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” I confessed.

He stopped, pulling my hand to stop with him. “Where
do you want to go?”

“I want to go to the cemetery.”

“To your father?”

“He’s not my father,” I protested. I never wanted to
be associated with that man—ever.

“I don’t want to go there, Morgan.”

“You don’t have to, Drew. Just let me take a cab.
You can go home.”

Drew groaned and turned me before opening my door.
“This is why I didn’t want to do this. You don’t need to hear this stuff.”

“I do, Drew. I want to know. I want to know it all.”

Drew, softly kissed my lips and opened my door. I
knew he didn’t want me to know what he’d been through. He felt like he needed
to protect me from it, but I felt like the only way he was going to protect me
was to get it out. I was sure that Drew would crack if he kept it bottled up
much longer. I’d be the one to go down with him. It really wasn’t implausible
to be a story in the
Las Vegas Review
or make the channel eight news for
a murder-suicide. I could see it happening. I could see it plain as day.

I texted Alicia in the car, asking if she could stay
with Nicky for a while. Of course she could, only needing us back in time to
get Vincent from school.

Drew drove up the dry lane, leading to the same
cemetery that we’d buried Randal in. We never walked around that day. We didn’t
go any further than the air conditioned tent where a handful of people said
farewell to Callaway. When he passed, Drew was doing everything in his power to
win me over, keep me with him and away from Dawson. Both our moods were different
then. This day felt more like a mournful day than that day did. Both our moods
were sort of somber now.

Holding my hand, Drew led me to the section where
three graves lay side by side with matching headstones lined in a row. First
was Michael, then Randal, and then Drew’s mother. That was the first time I’d
even known his mother’s name. I was a horrible wife. I didn’t even knew her
name. How could I not know her name?

“Meredith Melissa Kelley,” I read out loud, looking
at the photo of Drew’s mother placed in the center of the gray marble
headstone. She truly was beautiful. Drew pulled me close with one arm, staring
down at the remains of his mother.

“She
is
beautiful, Drew. How could her mother
let that happen to her?”

“She was sick, just like my mom was.”

“Are you sick, Drew?”

Drew
snickered, and kissed my forehead. “Probably. Are you?”

I
snickered too. “Probably.”

 “I really let her down.”

“Drew, you were a kid.”

“But I grew up. I could have taken her away from
there. I could have gotten her away from him.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“She wouldn’t go. She loved him for whatever reason.
She always made excuses for him.”

“Would she have loved him had you told her?”

“Come on, we’re not allowed to discuss this,
remember?” he reminded me, moving down the line to Michael’s plot. I had a
feeling she would have. I guess I was like Drew’s mom in some ways. No other
woman in her right mind would love Drew after doing the things he had done. I
loved him. I loved him more than anything. Maybe I
was
sick too, it
wasn’t right. I shouldn’t love him.

 I stared down at Michael’s plot, feeling hate,
bitterness, and anger at this man, not only for what he did to Drew, but my
mother as well. He didn’t have to want me. He had millions. He knew about me.
He could have paid her child support and not let me live that way.

“Drew, let’s pee on it,” I blurted after a few
moments.

“What? No. You’re crazy.”

“No, I’m not. Come on. Let’s do it,” I pleaded,
unbuttoning my dress pants.

“Morgan,” he protested, looking around the empty
cemetery. “Stop it. You’re not pissing on Michael’s grave.”

Standing there with my thumbs in my pants, I smiled
a sneaky smile and dropped them right in the middle of his grave. Letting it
flow he laughed. He had to. It was funny as hell, and exactly what we needed at
that moment.

“You’re going to get us arrested.”

“Nobody’s here. Take your dick out and piss on it.”

“You really are crazy.”

“I know. Do it,” I coaxed, standing and pulling up
my pants. I turned and smiled at the wet spot, soaking into the dry Nevada
ground.

Drew released himself, aiming the straight stream
right at the sophisticated face in the middle of the stone. I smiled, seeing
the crooked grin on his face while his piss ran down Michael’s face.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” I asked, looking up to
him.

Drew shook the dribbles from his penis and put it
away. “I guess so, but you’re still crazy.”

I knew at that very moment, Drew and I were going to
be okay.

***

            “Morgan, you’ve got to take him. I’ve
got to be on this call in ten minutes,” Drew urged, walking into the kitchen
with a screaming Nicholas.

“I’m trying to cook. Put him in his highchair. I’ll
give him some Cheerios,” I countered, turning back to stir my sauce.

That didn’t work. Nicky arched his back and screamed
louder. Turning the stove off, I took him from Drew.

“We’re hiring a nanny, this week,” he resolutely
informed me, leaving us alone to work.

“We don’t need a nanny, do we, buddy?” I sang,
dancing and bouncing a fussy Nicky.

I did everything. I
tried to feed him, give him a bottle, a warm bath, rock him, nothing made him
happy. His little gums hurt, causing him to be miserable. I finally got him to
settle down enough to finish cooking. Thank god he was happier after he’d woken
from a short nap. I fed him his favorite sweet potatoes first and then a jar of
bananas for desert. Drew was busy locked in his office with Celeste for hours.
I didn’t think he was ever going to stop working.

Alicia had already called three times wanting to
know what the hell they were doing. I lay across my bed with Nicholas around
eight thirty and talked to her on the phone while he took a bottle, played with
the remote control, and dozed off. I was still on the phone with Alicia when
Drew finally came in, looking exhausted.

“I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Celeste should be on her
way, Drew just walked in.”

“He’s asleep? I wanted to see him before he went to
bed,” Drew whined.

“Well, stop working a million hours. What have you
been doing in there?”

Drew plopped his body half on top of me, kissed my
lips and held Nicholas’s little hand. “Selling Chicago,” he replied.

“You sold Chicago? You don’t own Chicago. How can
you sell Chicago?”

“Both the stores, silly. And we’re flying to New
York to speak with a potential buyer for the Manhattan and Chinatown stores in
a few days.”

I tried to sit up, shocked. Drew held me down, not
letting me go. “Drew? Are you serious? You’re selling four stores? Why?” I
asked, looking up to him.

“I’m selling nine stores. Celeste and I have already
got it worked out.”

“But why?” I asked again, not understanding.

“It’s not as important to me anymore. I want be here.
Nicky’s going to be one in a few more months. I don’t want to miss it.”

“I can’t believe he’s been here that long already. I
can’t imagine not having him in our lives now, and you just called him Nicky.”

“I did not.”

“You so did.”

“Ugh, I did.”

“You want to take him to bed?”

“Yup,” Drew muttered, leaning over, kissing my lips,
and lifting Nicholas.

I didn’t even hear Drew walk in from his shower. I
was reading, wide eyed, scared shitless when Drew grabbed my book and screamed.

“You ass. Don’t do that,” I cussed, holding my chest
to keep my heart from beating out.

Drew laughed. “Why do you read that stuff?”

“I like it, snuggle up to me. I’m scared.”

“What are you scared of?”

“Stewart Martin. He’s killing all the girls on spring
break at Daytona Beach.”

“You’re not in Daytona.”

“I’m still scared.”

“Maybe I should get really, really close to you.”

“Yes, you should do that.”

“This close?” Drew asked, moving between my legs.

“Hmmm.”

Drew and I kissed and made out, fondling each other’s
naked bodies like a couple of horny teenagers. I loved the way Drew kissed.
Drew was the best kisser in the world. I could make out with him all day long.

“Ride me,” Drew moaned, rolling to his back.

No problem
.
I loved doing that too. The lust in Drew’s eyes when he watched me slide up and
down his cock was a major turn on for me. I loved watching the lustful
expressions as I slid his hardness in and out of me.

“You’re always so fucking wet,” Drew rasped,
watching his rock hard cock, disappearing, in and out of me. “Rub your pussy
for me, Morgan.”

Moving my fingers between my legs, I instantly
moaned at the quivering response from my clitoris. I wanted to come. My pussy
wanted to come.

“Don’t come.”

Well, shit.

“Ugh, why do you do that?”

“I like to make you wait. Put it in your mouth,
taste your pussy on my cock.”

“You taste my pussy,” I countered, liking the sound
of that better than me tasting it.

“You can either move down, put it in your mouth, or
I can flip you over and fuck your mouth. It’s your call.”

“Hmmm?” I teased, pretending to think about it.

“Too late,” Drew directed, flipping me off and
coming to his feet beside the bed. Drew slid me to the edge so my head was just
over the bed and moved his cock between my lips. Holy fucking hotness. I loved
it when he did that. I loved seeing his rock hard body above me, forcing his
dick in and out, to the back of my throat.

I moaned when Drew pulled my legs up and circled my
throbbing clit, massaging my essences from the back to the front. Jesus, I needed
to come, I was going to come.

“Keep sucking me,” Drew said, trying to move his
head back into my mouth.

“I can’t. I can’t come when you’re in my mouth. Oh,
Drew. Right there. Hmmm. Yes, yes, yes, I moaned, thrashing my head back and
forth, coming at the hands of his tantalizing fingers, doing all the right
things.

“I get to spank you now,” Drew boasted.

I flipped to my stomach giving him full access to my
bare ass. Drew stayed above me, feet planted on the floor and slapped my ass,
hard. I moaned when he rubbed away the sting, sliding his fingers between my
pussy lips.

“You like it when I spank you, don’t you, Morgan?”

“Yes,” I agreed, taking another blow to my already
hot skin.

This kind of foreplay drove me insane. Drew spanked
me, fucked me from behind, teased my pussy with a purple vibrator, fucked me
with my legs over my head, did crazy things with his mouth, fucked me with his
finger, causing three quick squirts and a mess on my side of the bed, and
finally finished. Drew dropped my legs, looked deep into my eyes and slowly,
made love to me, bringing home the finale.