Underestimated Too (14 page)

I was ready to go. I didn’t want to hear anymore.
I’d been sitting there listening to Drew talk about how fucked up his life was,
how he was being forced to bring home white trash.

“I went to West Virginia, and offered your mother a
significant amount of money,” Drew continued.

“How much money?” I wanted to know for whatever
reason.

“I don’t know, Morgan. Callaway had it in a sealed
envelope. I never looked.”

I didn’t reply as he continued.

“What the fuck was I supposed to tell Skyler? That
was the last thought before I drifted off to sleep in the plane after paying
off your mother, hoping I would wake up and the nightmare would be over with.
It wasn’t, far from it.”

I was the nightmare? Humph. Jerk.

“It was after midnight when I was let in by my doorman.
I was tired and anxious to see Skyler. Keying in the door code, the apartment
was dark. I toed off my dress shoes, wondering if Skyler had left. It was still
a little early for her. Walking to the kitchen I popped a couple aspirin,
swallowing them with a bottle of some sort of fancy sparkling water, something
Skyler had bought, I was sure.”

Thanks asshole, glad to know Skyler
bought water. It’s a very important part of the story.
Actually, I was a little impressed that Skyler could buy water. I’d met her on
several occasions. She was quite the air head, if you ask me.

“Her long blonde hair flowed to the side as she lay
sleeping in my bed. I couldn’t help the twinge in my crotch, seeing her lying
there with one leg cocked, giving me a perfect view of her black panties. Well,
not really. It was dark, but I knew what was there.” Drew chuckled.

I didn’t find it a bit funny.

“Sitting on the side of the bed, I ran my hand up
the back of her leg and to her glorious ass. She moaned.”

You fuckin bastard. Really?

“Rolling to her back she mumbled, ‘Hi.’

My hand grazed the satin of her panties as she
turned.

‘Hey, beautiful,’ I spoke, running my thumb between
her legs.

‘Drew, I’m tired. Can’t we do that tomorrow?’

‘You’re joking. I haven’t seen you in almost a week.
I need to fuck you.’

‘Drew. Why do you have to talk like that? I’m not
some cheap slut,’ Skyler retorted,” Drew whined like a girl, trying to imitate
her.

I still didn’t think it was funny.

“I tried, moving in for a kiss. ‘I’m sorry. I didn’t
mean it like that.’

‘Oh, you stink. Go take a shower.’

I sighed and left her to shower. She wasn’t giving
me any. I could tell.”

“Really, Drew? You felt the need to share this,
why?” I asked, getting pissed—again.

Deidra gave me that look to let him talk again. I
wanted to tell her off right about now too.

He ignored me and continued with his fucked up
story, “My cellphone was ringing before I’d even woken the following morning.
Looking to the right of me, Skyler was still there, I was tapping that before I
did anything else,” Drew, like a dumb ass, pressed on.

I snorted, making him aware of my annoyance.

Drew just kept talking, “I answered making my way to
the bathroom.

It was Derik, ‘What the fuck’s going on?’ he
demanded to know.

‘I’ll tell you about it in a while. Meet me at store
around ten.’

‘Is it bad? What the fuck, Drew?’

‘I don’t know how bad it is. It’s not good. I’ll see
you in a little while,’ I said, hanging up on him, one of Michael’s influences.
He never said goodbye. Michael would just hung up on people, whether they were
finished talking or not. I liked doing it too, made me feel powerful like I’d
thought him to be.”

I hated it when Drew did that. I don’t know how many
times I’d ended up talking to myself because he’d hung up on me. I’m going to
do it to him next time, I thought turning my attention back to his story. The
one I really didn’t want to hear about.

“Sliding back under the covers I ran my hand over
Skyler’s silky ass. She moaned and rolled over. “I missed you,’ I whispered to
her neck. I didn’t kiss her lips, knowing she’d only complain about not
brushing her teeth yet.

‘What time is it?’ she whined, rubbing her eyes.

‘Nine,’ I replied, moving my fingers between her
legs. Of course she wasn’t into it and was dry. I played with her clit,
pinching it between my fingers and massaging, trying to arouse her. Dipping
back to her opening, it wasn’t working. She wasn’t turned on in the least. I
didn’t give a fuck. I was fucking her before I left. She raised her hips and
let me slide her panties over her hips. I slid into her dry sex, waiting for
her to moisten. Pumping in and out of her, she did become a little wet.”

“You’re unbelievable,” I had to say. I couldn’t help
it. Did he really need to add the sex scene? He was just being a bastard.

Ignoring me, Drew rambled on, “I moaned saying to
Skyler, ‘Hmmm, you feel good,’ picking up speed.”

 I rolled my eyes and shook my head at him, looking
right at me, like he was rubbing it in or something.

Drew, like the dick that he was, continued with his
sexual relationship with Skyler. “I normally would have lasted about five
minutes after not having sex for that long. I wasn’t finishing. I knew it was
because Skyler wasn’t feeling it. She even yawned and looked at her nails once.”

Good, serves you right, fucker.

“Finally, after about fifteen minutes, I pulled out
and shot my load all over her stomach and clit, but not before I fantasized
about fucked up things I could do to her. I closed my eyes and imagined her
bent over the bed and me forcing my dick in and out of her ass. That’s what
made me come, the fucked up visualizations I was practicing in my head.”

Holy hell.
I looked to Deidra for her reaction to Drew’s confession; she didn’t have one.

“Skyler complained, ‘Why do you have to do that? I’m
on the pill. You’re so gross sometimes. Get off me, I want to shower,’ pushing
me off and sliding from beneath me.

I watched her beautiful ass walk away, got up, and
made my way to the other bathroom. I would have just jumped in the shower with
Skyler, but she’d just nag. She hated it when I did that.”

Skyler was a prude. A bitch face prude.

Hearing Drew’s story, I didn’t want to do this
anymore. I wanted to leave. We still had ten minutes. I didn’t need hear one
more word about Skyler. Thank god he switched it up a bit.

Drew fast forwarded to his meeting with Derik. “Derik
asked, ‘Why didn’t we just meet at the mansion?  Michael isn’t there anymore,’ as
I unlocked the office door in one of the jewelry stores right down town Las
Vegas.”

Okay, this is dumb. What was the whole
point of the Skyler sex?
I wondered.

“I assured Derik I hated that house. I’m going to
burn it to the ground as soon as the other Mr. Fuck Face dies.

‘What’s the deal? Is he doing that bad?’

‘I don’t know. He doesn’t look to good. That’s not
the problem.’

‘Yeah, I’ve kind of gathered that. What’s going on?’
Derik asked, pouring a drink from Mr. Callaway’s cabinet.

‘Derik, it’s ten in the morning,’ I bitched giving
him hell.

‘So, you’re getting ready to tell me bad news. What
is it?’ he asked, sitting and crossing his ankle over his knee.

‘He changed the will,’ I replied.

‘What do you mean? Of course he did. Your mom, god
rest her soul, is no longer with us.’

‘He didn’t leave one penny to me.’

Derik sat straight up. ‘You’re joking. Who’d he
leave it to? You’re the closest thing to family the old bastard has.’

‘Yeah, that’s what I thought. Apparently Michael had
an illegitimate child almost eighteen years ago. Callaway is insisting that I
will get nothing if I don’t marry her and take care of her for the rest of her
life. If I divorce her, I get nothing.’

Derik’s eyes were as big as full moons. ‘Marry her?
You can’t marry her. You’re marrying Skyler,’ he reminded me. ‘She’s already
expecting it. Did you explain that to Callaway?’

‘He wouldn’t listen. He hates the Style family, you
know that. He told me to go and to have a nice life. That’s not all. She’s got
a five-year-old brother that he expects me to take in too. What the fuck am I
supposed to do, Derik?’ I asked Derik, looking out the high rise window to the
busy streets below.”

You should’ve jumped.

“Derik needed the money too. ‘Fuck. Drew. This is my
livelihood. This is what I’ve been waiting on. You told me we had this in the
bag. I actually spent ten grand on a necklace for Jena when I found out that
Randal had a stroke. I don’t have that kind of money. What the hell are we
going to do?’

‘I have no clue. I’ve already talked to Walker about
it, trying to deem him crazy and sign me to be executive of his estate. He
laughed at me. He knew about Morgan before Callaway told me.’

‘Morgan?’

‘Yeah, that’s the girl’s name.’

‘Is she cute?’

‘What the hell does that have to do with anything?’

‘Well, if you’re going to be forced to marry some chick
at least she could be hot.’

‘She’s not hot, and I am not marrying her,’ I
reminded Derik.”

Screw you, you’re not hot either.

“Derik asked, ‘What else are you going to do?’

‘FUCK!!! I don’t know. Jesus Christ this is crazy.’

‘Hey, Drew?’

I turned to look at Derik, hoping he had something.

‘How long you think Callaway has?’

‘What?’ I asked in a disbelieving tone. I was being
forced to marry some fucking trailer park trash and he was worried about Mr.
Callaway.”

Whoa, this guy is asking for it. He
needed to take a cab to the other end of the state.

“Derik persisted, ‘How long?’

‘I don’t know. I give him six months at the most.
Why?’

‘And when he goes, all his money and everything he
owns goes to the Morgan girl?’ Derik inquired me.”

The Morgan girl? Really? This was a
little too dramatic. Seriously?

“I replied, ‘Yes,’ with an impatient tone, wanting
him to get on with it,” Drew explained, giving precise detail, like he was
sitting right there with Derik.

I was going to be sick soon.

“Derik did have a plan. ‘What happens if something
happens to Morgan once Callaway is gone?’

My eyebrows shot up with the notion of what he was
saying. ‘You’re a fucking genius. I keep her locked away some place until
Callaway joins his fucktard son and then gold digging Morgan has a horrible
accident and joins the rest of her family. I fucking love it,’ I rejoiced, high
fiving him. I could do this. I’d hire someone to keep an eye on her, put her up
in the mansion, and continue my life in my apartment with Skyler. It was the
perfect plan,” Drew said.

Her, is sitting right here, I wanted to remind
my stupid son of a bitch of a husband.

“Derik probed, ‘What are you going to tell Skyler?
She’s expecting a wedding.’

‘And she’ll get it. We tell her nothing. I can hide
this shit for a few months. Once I’m a poor widow, I can marry Skyler and
nobody finds out.’

‘Wait. What about the little brother?’

‘Fuck. I don’t know.’

‘When is this all supposed to happen?’

‘Four months.’

‘Wow, Drew. This is fucked up. You’re like being forced
to marry someone or starve.’

I groaned and ran my fingers through my hair. I was
being forced to marry someone, some stupid little cunt that I already hated.”

“That was a lovely story, can we go now?” I angrily
spoke.

“Morgan, what has you so upset right now?” Deidra
asked, standing and leaning against her desk.

She wasn’t fooling anyone. I’d learned from Drew a
long time ago why people of power did that. They needed to tower down on their
prey. It gave them power.

“Upset? I’m not upset, unless you’re talking about
the fact that I just listened to my husband describe his sex life, explain why
I haven’t seen my little brother since he was five, and the fact that I am only
sitting here alive because Callaway didn’t die when Drew thought he would.
Upset? Why would I be upset?”

“That’s fair. Don’t you think that’s fair, Drew?”
she asked, turning to him. What the fuck? This was a conspiracy.

Drew raised his eyebrows, unsure what to say.

“How long were you able to keep Skyler from finding
out?” she asked, looking at her watch. It had to be about over. I couldn’t take
much more.

“I hid my new life plans from Skyler as best I could
for as long as I could,” Drew explained not really answering the question, but
continuing with his story.