Underestimated (39 page)

I tried to tell Drew that I didn’t feel well, and I

should stay home, but he wouldn’t hear of it. He was

making me go, and all of my nerve to tell him no had

disappeared with the slave and master remark.

I reluctantly went with him. Derik drove us, and I

wondered what role he played in Drew’s business. He

seemed to always be around. I stared out the window and

jumped when Drew took my hand and smiled at me.

“You okay?” he asked.

No. I wasn’t okay.

“I’m fine,” I smiled a weak smile.

We had to stop at one of his stores on the way to

the party, and that did seem familiar. I looked straight

ahead in a daze as I took in the jewelry store.

“I’ve been here before,” I stated, mostly to myself.

Drew snorted. “You’ve been here a lot of times.

Go pick out a new set of wedding rings,” he said looking

down at the watch on his wrist. “We have to hurry.”

“Where are the ones that I had?” I asked, not

understanding.

“They cut them off of you in the wreck.”

“Oh,” that made sense.

I didn’t care about the fancy diamonds, and picked

the first set that my eyes landed on.

There weren’t a lot of people at the party. I was

glad of that. I did notice right away the man in the

wheelchair. I couldn’t remember the name. He wheeled

over to us with a smile. He took my hand and admired the

wedding set.

“How are you doing, Morgan?” he asked.

“Better,” I lied. I wasn’t better at all, maybe

physically, but certainly not emotionally or mentally.

“Well, you look radiant,” he said.

“Thank you.”

Derik’s wife joined us next. She was said to have

been my best friend there. I didn’t think so. She didn’t

seem like someone that I would be friends with, but I

didn’t think a lot of things that seemed to be my life.

“It’s so good to see you,” Jena said.

“I’m sorry,” I apologized.

“Jena,” she offered. “I’m Derik’s wife,” she

smiled.

Poor girl.

We were all led to a table and sat with the man in

the wheelchair, his caretaker, Derik and Jena. I mostly

listened to the conversation around the table. Everyone

seemed fine with that except for the man in the wheelchair.

Callaway, yeah that was his name.

For some reason he was more concerned with my

wellbeing than my husband was. He wanted to know what

the doctor had said at my appointment that week. I

wondered how he knew about that. I finally had to ask. I

couldn’t take it a second longer. Drew choked on the wine

that he had just put into his mouth.

“How do we know each other?” I bluntly asked. I

expected that he was going to tell me that he knew me

through Drew.

“Let’s just say that it has been a goal of mine ever

since I found out about you, to make sure that you were

always taken care of,” he smiled.

I hadn’t even seen Drew get up. The next thing I

knew he was by my side. He held out his hand for me.

“Would you dance with me, Mrs. Kelley?” he

asked.

“I don’t think I know how to dance,” I admitted,

already taking his hand.

“I happen to know that you are a remarkable

dancer,” he smiled. He could be so charming and yet turn

into such a dick when I least expected.

I could dance. How did I know how to waltz

around the floor like that? I moved with Drew like we had

done it a million times.

“I take it we have done this before?” I asked as he

spun me back into his arms.

“Yes, you used to love to go out dancing.”

“Drew.”

“Yes, Mrs. Kelley?”

“I’m not sure that I am okay with what happened

last night.”

Drew looked down at me as though he was

clueless.

“What do you mean,” he asked.

“I just wasn’t expecting our first time to be like

that.”

He snickered and pulled me closer to him. “It

wasn’t our first time, Morgan, and I was just trying to give

you what you liked. You know? Hoping to jog your

memory.”

“I liked that?”

“I do miss that a lot,” he admitted. “That was

actually mild to what you normally like.”

“It was?”

Oh, God. I was some sort of sex freak.

He laughed again. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll try to

remember that you don’t remember what you like. How’s

that.”

“Maybe we should start by sleeping in the same

bed together again,” I suggested. I could have sworn that I

felt him tense.

“I don’t think you are ready for that just yet.”

Who the hell was he to tell me what I was ready

for?

I leaned in closer to his ear. “You don’t think that I

am ready to sleep in your bed, but I was ready for you to

stick your dick in my ass?”

I know for a fact that he tensed that time.

Drew pulled me from the dance floor and back to

the table. He never let go of my hand as he spoke to the

other guests around the table.

“I think that we are going to call it a night.

Morgan’s not feeling too well.”

I pulled my hand from his. “Actually, I feel fine. I

would love to try the pie,” I spoke up, sitting back beside

Mr. Callaway.

Mr. Callaway smiled and patted my hand. “That’s

my girl. The pecan pie here is to die for. I think I’ll have

one too,” he smiled.

My girl? What did that mean? Drew took his seat

in front of me and glared at me. I had just defied him in

front of other people. I was sure that he wasn’t okay with

that.

Drew drove us home, and Derik left with his wife.

I could tell that he was pissed. He wore a clinched jaw

and his knuckles were white from gripping the steering

wheel so tight.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” I asked. I

didn’t care. He was acting like some spoiled over grown

child.

“What’s wrong? What’s wrong? You just

embarrassed the hell out of me in there, and you want to

know what is wrong?”

“And how the hell do you think I did that? You

shouldn’t have lied and said I didn’t feel well. Did I

always let you talk for me and decide what I wanted?”

“Yeah, Morgan you did and when you didn’t listen,

you would be punished once we were home. Maybe I need

to show you how we do things around here,” he said

through clinched teeth.

That scared the hell out of me. Punish me? What

the hell did that mean? I wasn’t backing down. I wasn’t

about to let him think I was intimidated by him for one

second.

“Fuck you!” I yelled.

He grabbed me by my hair. “You need to stop. I’m

warning you, Morgan. You don’t want to do this.”

I knew at that moment that he did hit me, and that

vision of him backhanding me did happen. I had a feeling

that it happened more often than not. I didn’t care. I wasn’t

stopping.

“Take your hands off of me. Now!” I demanded

through the same gritted teeth.

Drew let go. I was happy. I was no match for his

muscular build, and I knew it. I also knew that I had to get

away from him. I don’t know who I was before my

accident or what I allowed to happen to me, but I knew

that I wasn’t willing to let it happen again. I just didn’t

know what I was supposed to do about it. Where would I

go?

I didn’t wait on him to open my door. I stormed

into the house and right up to my own room.

“Of course, no lock,” I said out loud to the empty

suite.

I took off the expensive dress, pulled the pins from

my hair and pulled on my baggy flannel pants and simple

white t-shirt. Drew didn’t bother me, and I was glad. I

went to bed thinking about him telling me that I needed to

be punished. I wondered what kind of sex life we had. I

didn’t think that I liked it.

I dozed off after taking one of the pain pills. I slept

solid and sound. I was in a deep sleep when I woke hours

later with tears in my eyes. I sat up trying to remember

what I had dreamt. I couldn’t remember. The only thing

that I had taken from my dream was the name Dawson. I

didn’t know who he was, but I knew that my heart ached

for him, and I missed him. I hadn’t heard the name Dawson

at all. I wondered if Drew knew a Dawson. I decided not

to ask him. Maybe he was someone that I had met in

Florence. Maybe that was why I was there and not here

with Drew.

I lay awake for a long time, trying to remember

something, anything. I didn’t care what it was. It’s

unexplainable to wake up and not know who you are or

where you came from. There were so many questions that

nobody could answer for me. I had talked to the lady that

cooked for us, but she said that she hadn’t been there that

long, and didn’t know me pre-accident. Why did it seem

like Drew and Derik were the only two people that I was

acquainted with?

I reached for the bottle of pills on my nightstand

and took two of them. It was dark, and I didn’t look at

them, but they did seem to feel different in my hand. I

rolled them around my finger and almost turned the light

on to see if they had been replaced with something else.

Oh my God, Stop it, Morgan…

I dry swallowed the pills and was quickly dozing

back to a comatose state. I could have sworn that Drew

was standing in my room. I could see his shadow or

maybe it was the pills that I had just taken. I didn’t feel so

good, and it felt like I was drifting down, down, down.

“Don’t worry my little bad girl. You’ll be out in no

time. You won’t remember any of this,” Drew said. I was

sure that he said it. I think.

I felt his hands slide up my shirt and squeeze both

of my nipples. I know I felt it. I think.

He sat me up to remove my shirt, and I couldn’t

hold my head up. I was trying to move, but none of my

limbs would work. I knew I was naked. I knew my legs

were spread opened, and I was being touched there, but I

couldn’t move.

“Where were you for two years, Morgan?” Drew

asked, kissing and sucking on my breast. “Did you really

think you were going to get away with it? Uh? Did you,

Morgan?”

I was sure that I felt the sting from his hand on my

bare ass, but I couldn’t really tell. I thought it stung, but

then again, I didn’t really feel anything. Was I drugged?

Was this just another bad dream? I had to think. I had to

stay focused, but I couldn’t. All I could do was lay there

and drift in and out of what was going on. I knew I was

being moved around like a ragdoll, but no matter how hard

I tried, I couldn’t move.

“Open your mouth, bad girl,” Drew said. I was

lying on my side, and his fingers were trying to pry my

mouth open. I wanted to bite down, but I couldn’t do that

either. My jaw muscles wouldn’t work and only parted at

his command as I felt his penis slide across my tongue and

to the back of my throat.

“Yeah, baby. This is all that you are good for. You

need to learn that real fast. I own you. You do what I want,

when I want,” I could hear the words. I knew what he was

saying.

I felt him pull out and slide between my legs. He

would pump in and out of me fast and hard and then slide

back in and out of my mouth. I don’t know how many times

he kept up the routine, but I knew. I could taste myself

every time he did it.

“I brought your favorite toy, bad girl,” Drew said.

I couldn’t see it. I couldn’t really see anything, and what I

did see was distorted and distant. I could no doubt feel it.

Whatever it was caused and instant orgasm, almost.

Whatever he was touching me with would send some sort

of current through my female parts, bring me to the peak of

an orgasm, and stop. If I would have been able to speak, I

would have been begging to come. It was that intense.

I don’t know how long Drew played with the toy

before he had me flipped over. I felt him drag my legs so

that they hung over the bed. He split me open and I felt

something being inserted into my ass. I didn’t think it was

him, but I wasn’t sure and then I knew it wasn’t when I felt

the vibration. He moved it in and out, making lustful

noises and saying perverted things as he did. I felt him

smack my naked bottom more than once. I knew it was him