Underestimated (44 page)

months.”

“Let’s clean up,” I said, looking away from him. I

felt sad. I didn’t want him to leave me, and I was terrified

of Derik even though I was sure that Drew was telling me

that he would know if he was there because he had

cameras in every room of this house. What the hell was

wrong with me? I was sure that when I overhead Derik

saying that they should stick to the plan and get rid of me

that he was talking about killing me. Why? I didn’t know.

That was why I had to continue to get inside of Drew’s

head. I was just having a difficult time controlling my

feelings for him.

“Clean up? You’re joking,” Drew said in a

disbelieving tone.

“Why? Because you don’t belong in the kitchen

either?”

“Exactly, let’s leave it for Marta.”

“You get off of that chair and help me clear this

table. We are not leaving it for Marta,” I demanded. He

listened. He made some sort of disapproving growling

noise, but he got up and started carrying dishes to the

kitchen. I smiled to myself.

Steady now, Morgan. Reel’em in slowly.

I rinsed and handed the dishes for Drew to deposit

into the dishwasher. I wiped off the counter once we were

done and turned to him staring as I dried my hands.

“I like you in jeans,” I said.

“You do?” he asked with a flirty grin.

“Yeah, I think you’re sexy as hell in jeans.”

He smiled a sexy smile and took a step toward me.

My heart fluttered at his closeness, my hands became

clammy, and the emotional desirability was almost

unbearable. I grasped his shirt in my hand and leaned into

him. He fisted my hair and pulled my head back, forcing

me to look at him as he hungrily took my mouth with his.

Whoa Vagina
.

I turned my head, beckoning him to take my neck.

He did and ran his hand up my ribs and back. I thought I

was going to faint. I needed to be lying down in a bed with

my legs wrapped around his waist.

Before I knew what was happening I was naked,

standing in the kitchen while his hands explored every part

of my body except the one part that was begging for him to

touch. He avoided that area as his hands discovered my

body. It was a little strange, almost like he had never

touched me before and he was trying to entrench my body

in his mind.

Drew fiercely turned me and forced me onto the

bar. It scared me. He had an aggressive demeanor going

on that I wasn’t sure about. I quickly hid my fear and

stopped him. I held his hands so that he couldn’t move

them on me anymore. He looked up to me.

“Easy, Drew,” I whispered, and just like magic he

went from hostile to gentle.

I never even asked. He spread me open in front of

him on the bar and ran his tongue up my wet pussy. I

dropped my head and moaned. I think he liked tasting me.

We never got the chance to try out the new toys, and once I

was yelling out, and I mean yelling, he pulled me up and

down his body. He took me on the kitchen floor, and it

was the most glorious love making I had ever had in my

life, not that I could really remember any other ones, but

still.

“Was our sex life always this good?” I asked,

running my nails down his back.

He rose up and looked down at me with a

remorseful look. I didn’t understand it. I ran my fingers

gently over his bottom lip.

“No. Morgan. It wasn’t always like this,” he softly

spoke.

“How was it?” I asked, afraid of the answer.

I didn’t get one. He pulled out of me and lifted me

to my feet.

“It doesn’t matter,” he demanded. He was distant.

He let go of my hand and gathered his clothing, leaving me

staring after him, alone in the kitchen.

Well. Okay then.

I didn’t want him to leave me. I didn’t want to go

to the room upstairs that left me feeling, feeling, I wasn’t

sure what it was. I just got a bad sensation in that room,

and I hated it. I wanted to go for a walk with him or maybe

watch some television with him, and fall asleep in his

arms. That wasn’t going to happen, and he had shut me out

when he shut his bedroom door behind him.

It was still pretty early, not even nine thirty yet. I

ran a tub of water and sank into it, trying to decipher the

thoughts running through my mind. I knew I was being

watched. I sensed it. I could see Drew sitting on his bed

with his laptop staring at me. I didn’t care. I felt hurt,

rejected and alone.

I didn’t put on one of the sexy nighties or stringy

panties. I pulled on a comfortable t-shirt and a pair of

plain cotton panties. I crawled into bed and was surprised

at how tired I felt, emotionally drained, more like it. I

rolled over to my side and pulled my hair out, sprawling it

behind me on my pillow. I was emotionally drained and

fell asleep in no time.

I was on a beach. It was cold, and I was dressed in

jeans and a hoodie. I was laughing. I was with friends, and

we were playing football. Somebody grabbed me around

the waist and playfully tackled me to the sand. I loved him.

I felt it. I tried to see his face, but I never could. He kissed

me and told me that he loved me. I squirmed away from

him and yelled to the strawberry blonde girl to throw me

the ball. I knew her. She was my friend. I woke straight up

out of bed when I saw Drew there too. He hit me, and

dragged me away from my friends and the man that I

loved.

I was crying and breathing heavy when Drew was

once again right there. He was watching me sleep,

something that I was sure he did every night. I once again

clung to him, but something was different. He did feel safe

as he stroked my hair and calmed me down.

“Come on, come with me,” he finally said, taking

my hand.

“Come with you where, Drew?”

“To my bed, maybe it will help with the

nightmares.”

Drew never asked what it was about. I think he

was afraid of me remember something that he didn’t want

me to remember.

He walked in before me and quickly closed his

laptop, not wanting me to see the image of my bed, I was

sure. He lifted the covers, and I crawled into his bed. I

hated feeling weak. I may have been that person before my

accident, but for whatever reason, I didn’t want to be that

person anymore.

Drew’s legs tangled with mine, feeling like they

belonged there. “Did you remember something?” he asked

to the back of my head.

“I hope the hell not. I was being chased by

monkeys.” I lied. I have no idea how that story just popped

into my head, but it did. I turned my face toward him, and

he kissed my eye. “Was I ever chased by monkeys?”

He snorted. “I’m pretty sure that was just a

nightmare. Go to sleep.”

I did sleep. I slept so sound, and when I woke, I

was alone in Drew’s bed. I wondered if he had left for his

trip already. He hadn’t.

I turned the knob to his office door, and it wasn’t

locked. He was on the phone. I was glad that Derik wasn’t

there. I walked around his desk, still wearing my t-shirt

and no shoes. I leaned in front of him on his desk, and he

looked at me with a look that I could read. I could read it

like a book. He ran his hand up my bare leg, not looking at

my face. I was getting to him, and he couldn’t get enough

of me.

“Um…She’s doing much better. She’s actually

sitting here in front of me,” he spoke.

I looked at him with a peculiar look as he looked

up to me. Who was he talking to that would have been

asking about me?

“Sure, just a second,” he said, handing me the desk

phone.

“Hello,” I cautiously spoke.

“Morgan, dear, how are you?”

I knew that it was Mr. Callaway. I smiled at Drew

as both his hands glided up my legs, lifting my shirt higher.

“I am doing well sir, much better.”

“Good, that makes me very happy. Is Drew taking

care of you?”

“Drew has taken very good care of me,” I said as

my fingers went through his hair. He wrapped his arms

around my waist and laid his head on my lap with closed

eyes. I wished I knew what he was thinking. “But he’s

leaving me today. I’m not real happy about that,” I

admitted. Drew looked up with a crooked grin.

“Tell him to take you with him,” he demanded.

“I’m not allowed to fly yet, something about the

altitude and my injury not getting along with each other.”

“Well, if you need anything while he is away. You

call me. Is your nurse still with you?”

“No, only on Tuesdays and Thursdays for therapy,

I don’t really need her anymore, but Marta will be here

with me.”

“Good. You tell Drew to hurry home.”

“I will. Thank you.”

Drew stood and crushed my mouth with his lips. I

kept my hands on the sides of his face.

Jesus vagina. Did you get a brain injury too?

Drew lifted my shirt and trailed kisses down my

chest, landing on my erect nipple. I moaned. What else

was I supposed to do? He slid me out of my panties and

released himself from his dress pants.

I moaned again as he slid into me. There was so

much passion between us that it was almost excruciating. I

was almost sure that I had never felt that way in my life.

“Drew,” I called out, dropping my head. It was a

little strange, almost like I was asking permission to come

or something.

“Yes, you can come, baby,” he answered, giving

me permission. I blew it off. I had other things brewing

that took precedence over my investigating mind at the

time. Drew thrust deep into me, I let go with him feeling

every ounce of passion between us.

“How long are you going to be gone?” I asked

once we were back to normal breathing. He was still

inside of me and pulled me close to him.

“Two days, three at the most.”

“Make it two,” I demanded, and he smiled.

“I’ll do my best,” he said to my lips as he

delicately brought my feet to the floor.

“Can I have your keys?”

His head snapped up. He didn’t like it.

“Stay here until I get back.”

I didn’t like his tone, but I didn’t falter. “Drew,

you can’t make me stay in this house for two days without

you. I’ll be bananas by the time you get back, and I
will

have monkeys chasing me. I’ll make Marta go with me.”

He smiled at the monkey comment. He was giving

in. I could see it.

“Promise me you will not go to the strip, and

you’ll stay on this end of town.”

Yes…Triumph.

“I promise,” I said, wrapping my arms around his

neck. He kissed me and swatted me on the butt.

“Fine, get out of here so that I can be on my way,

and stop running around the house like that,” he demanded,

playfully. “And keep your cellphone on you,” he added. I

winked at him and left him alone.

I didn’t go out of the house that day. I really didn’t

need to. I hung out with Marta most of the day. I liked

Marta. She wasn’t much older than me. We sat by the pool

until the heat was ridiculous and then made chocolate chip

cookies. I knew that where ever Drew was he was

connected to what was going on in the house. Every time

Marta and I would be talking about him, my accident, or

trying to remember anything, he would call, interrupting

our serious conversation.

We did leave around seven that evening, picked up

a pizza and two chic flicks. I had fun with Marta, and we

both put on comfortable, sloppy clothes and ate pizza and

watched a movie in front of the television.

Drew called around eleven, and I told Marta that I

was going to bed.

“How was your day?” he asked. I knew that he

already knew how my day was, but I played along

anyway.

“It was good. How was your day? Did you get

your big deal?”

“Not quite, but I’m pretty sure that it’s in the bag.”

“Good, does that mean that you will be home

tomorrow?”

“Probably not until the next day,” he replied.

Drew and I stayed on the phone talking about

unimportant things for almost an hour until I yawned.

“You get some rest, and I will talk to you

tomorrow,” he said, and we said goodnight.

I woke around three in the morning, drenched in