Underestimated (67 page)

it from him. I was done with that. Dawson was okay with

it. He trusted me.

Stupid boy…

The only thing that Dawson was concerned with

was me signing something that was going to leave me with

nothing and I would give it all to Drew. I didn’t care. I

didn’t want any of it. I had a four thousand dollar a month

trust fund for the rest of my life without having anything to

do with diamonds, stores, stocks, negotiations or

conference calls. That was more money than I had ever

had in my life and more than enough to live on.

I was a nervous wreck the entire afternoon. I’m not

sure why. I had a feeling he would pop in and out. I bet

that he didn’t mention the baby or anything else about us. I

was right.

I was in Lauren’s and my shared room, taking a

shower and getting ready. I knew it was stupid, but I

wanted to look nice for him. I pulled on blue short shorts

and a pink cami that made my breasts look bigger than they

actually were. Well, maybe they were a little bigger. I was

just finishing up with my make up when I heard the tap on

the door. I thought it was Caroline. It wasn’t even two yet.

“It’s open,” I called, spritzing a dab of perfume on.

I froze. I wasn’t expecting to see Drew.

Really vagina?

I hadn’t had that response in quite some time, and I

had almost forgotten all about the arguments that I had with

my own sex. He looked good. I mean really good. I had

lived with the man for six years and never saw him in a

pair of jeans. He was in jeans that looked delicious on

him, a tight gray t-shirt that showed that he was ripped. He

had been using the new equipment in the gym. I smirked a

little. I knew he had dressed for me too. He had a thin

beard almost in a line along his jaw line. It was sexy as

hell.

His eyes scanned my body and then back to my

eyes. He closed the door, and my heart started to beat out

of my chest.

Fuck, fuck and fuck…

He walked to me with half a smile while I still

stood like some sort of stupid, destitute derelict. He

picked up the black sea glass hanging from around my

neck and smiled as if he was saying, I own you. Jesus H.

Christ did he smell good. What happened next probably

bought me a one way ticket straight to hell. He kissed me. I

kissed him back. I still hadn’t spoken when he turned to

lock the door.

Shit.

He lifted his shirt over his head, and I swear I felt

an orgasm coming on. I don’t think my clitoris had ever

throbbed like that from the sight of anything, ever.

“Take your clothes off,” he demanded in a low ass

sexy tone.

I did just that. I stood in front of the bastard and

undressed as his hungry eyes watched.

He walked behind me and moved my hair off of my

shoulder, lightly kissing the crook of my neck. “I want to

spank you, Morgan. Do you want me to spank you?” he

whispered in my ear. My eyes closed as I felt his warm

words on my tender skin.

“Yes,” I managed to get out.

“
Yes?!?! Are you fucking kidding me?

I felt him smile on my skin. He moved away from

me and sat on my bed. He nodded, and I knew what to do.

I positioned myself across his lap placing my upper body

on the bed. I swear I wasn’t thinking about one God

Damned thing, not how ludicrous this was, not Dawson

who trusted me, and not that this man hadn’t even spoken

to me in almost a month. I knew one thing and one thing

only. I knew that I wanted him to fuck me and was only

aware of my wet pussy throbbing after every blow and

then the sensual massage calming the sting.

After exactly five tantalizing, sexually frustrating

smacks to my bare ass, Drew dipped his finger inside of

me. I wanted to come. I wanted to come right that second.

He slid from beneath me and told me to spread my legs.

No problem…

I rolled to my back and did just that. I think I made

it all of about three strokes from his twisted tongue strokes

before I was writhing beneath his mouth. He stopped when

I started to call out in heavenly agony.

Damnit, I hated when he did that.

“Shhhh,” he said, taking my mouth. I could taste my

juices as his tongue entwined with mine. “I’m going to

fuck you now,” he whispered to my lips as he released

himself from the constricting jeans. He drove himself into

me. There was nothing slow about it. It almost sent me

over the edge again. He knew it. He was playing his

fucked up mind games. He wasn’t letting me come.

“You want me to fuck you up the ass, don’t you,

Morgan?” he asked, staring down at me.

“Yes.”

What the fuck? Who the hell keeps speaking for

me?

He moved my leg to the side. He did go slower

with that. Inch by inch, he pushed into my tight ass as his

fingers penetrated my nub. Once I was relaxed and

accepted him, he fucked me, I mean really fucked me. I

had to scream into the comforter as I was sent into a mind

blowing, fucked up as hell, orgasm. I was ordained to hell,

no doubt about it.

Drew pulled me up, and we got dressed. “Let’s go,

Celeste is waiting down stairs with the paperwork,” he

said, opening the door.

“You brought Celeste?” I asked pissed off as hell.

“Did you fuck her on the plane before you popped in to

fuck me?”

“I didn’t pop into fuck you. I had no intentions of

fucking you and no, I didn’t fuck Celeste on the plane. If I

did, do you really have room to talk?” he asked as we

walked out.

Good point…

Lauren knew. She fucking knew. She stood on the

far side of the deck with her arms crossed, glaring at me. I

sat with Celeste, and she was the one to go over

everything that I had no clue what she was talking about. I

just signed the X’s that she told me to sign. Drew never

took his eyes from me. Damnit all the way to hell.

I walked out to their waiting car and Drew pulled

me close to him. “Take care of my baby,” he said.

“It was good seeing you again,” Celeste said,

smiling. Okay she was nice, and I may or may not have

liked her had she not been spending so much time with my

husband looking like that.

Chapter 25

I was pretty sure I had just fucked everything up

once again. Lauren was pissed at me and barely spoke our

last two days at my mother’s. I betrayed Dawson and told

him that Drew was gone within an hour. He was. I just

didn’t tell him that forty minutes of it were spent fucking

me. My mother had lectured me about leading them both

on and needing to decide my future. Like I wasn’t aware

that I had a baby to think about now, she felt the need to

remind me of that fact too. She pointed out that I couldn’t

be Riley when I was with Dawson and Morgan while I

was with Drew.

She still didn’t know the reason behind the whole

name change. I had forgotten to even mention it until

Lauren called me Riley our first day there. She was under

the assumption that I pretended to be Riley in order to pull

off the affair with Dawson. I was a horrible person, but I

wasn’t about to tell her that I ran away from Drew because

of how he had beat and used me for sex. It would kill her

to know that she agreed to walk away from me, knowing

what I had been through, so I let her think I was a rotten,

cheating soul.

Lauren finally broke on our flight home.

“What are you going to do, Riley?”

I glared at her. It kind of pissed me off. I was

pretty sure that it was none of her business.

“Don’t look at me like that. Dawson is my friend

and he doesn’t deserve this,” she stated.

Great, now my best friend thought that I was a poor

excuse to mankind, as well.

“I don’t expect you to understand, Lauren. I don’t

even understand it myself. I need them both. They both

give me things together that I need.”

“You can’t have them both.”

No shit…

“I know that. It’s just hard. Drew is in Vegas, and I

am going back to Dawson, aren’t I?”

“You may be going back to him, but the first

chance you get, you’ll end up fucking him again. You know

it, and I know it.”

“Shhhh,” I demanded, looking around the plane.

“You need to tell Dawson what you did, and let

him decide.”

“I can’t, Lauren. I can’t hurt him any more than I

already have.”

Lauren shook her head. She was disgusted with

me, and I felt for the first time that she was looking down

on me. I hated that our fun week was ending this way. I

hated myself for jumping in bed with Drew. I didn’t jump I

freaking dove. I lost all hope as soon as I saw him. Bottom

line, I was pathetic.

***

had gone to all three appointments with me. I truly did

hope that he turned out to be the father. He was so excited.

I was almost tempted to tell Drew that I did have the

paternity test, and the DNA was a perfect match to

Dawson’s. Dawson would have raised it as his own, no

matter what the outcome was. I knew he would. I didn’t do

that, however. I may be crazy, but I wasn’t quite that

crazy---Yet.

Lauren had forgiven me and was back to waking

me up too early and helping herself to my food. Dawson

pretty much lived at my house, and Drew had probably

moved onto Celeste. I didn’t care. Yes I did. No, no, I

didn’t. It was better if he had. I knew that we needed to

talk and start the divorce procedures. I was

procrastinating. I guess I felt like once I did that, it was

done, which should have been what I wanted, but it

wasn’t.

I hadn’t spoken to Drew for almost three months

other than the occasional emails that he sent about

business that I didn’t know anything about. I emailed him

more than once and told him to do what he wanted, and

that was why I had signed the power of attorney.

Dawson was raking leaves one evening when I

was about five months pregnant. I walked back in the

house to talk to Drew. He knew who it was and gave me a

look, but continued to rake while I disappeared into the

house.

“I need you to fly to Kingston,” he blurted without

so much as a hello, how are you, how’s the baby?

“Kingston? Kingston what?” I asked.

“Canada. I just purchased a very prestigious

jewelry store there, and I need you to sign some papers.”

“I’m not flying to Canada, Drew. Why can’t you do

it? And furthermore, what the hell are you doing buying

more stores? Don’t you have enough already?”

“I couldn’t pass it up. I can’t do it. I need your

signature on this.”

“Drew. I can’t just pick up and fly to Canada.”

“Why?”

“Because, I have a life too,” I stated. Geesh.

“Morgan, I need you to do this. You can fly in and

right back out. I will send a plane for you.”

“When, Drew?” I asked annoyed.

“Next Thursday.”

“I’m going to have to call you back and let you

know.”

“Why do you need to let me know? Do you need

permission?”

“Fuck you, Drew. I don’t think you want to talk

about asking permission,” I replied. How dare him. I had

to ask his fucking permission to go to the library. I wasn’t

about to take his shit, not for one second.

“There will be a driver there to pick you up next

Thursday. I will email you the details.”

“I’m not going to Canada, Drew,” I demanded to

myself. He was gone, and his name was blinking across

my screen.

“Well, what did he want now?” Dawson asked,

coming in.

I was still standing there with my blank face, trying

to make heads or tails out of Drew’s demands.

“He needs me to fly to Canada and sign for a new

property.”

“No.”

“No?” I asked, now annoyed with him. Why the

hell couldn’t people realize that I was twenty seven

fucking years old?

“I’m not letting you go there alone, Morgan,” he

demanded.

“Then go with me.”

What the fuck? I didn’t want him to go with me.

Where the hell did that come from?

“When?” he asked.