Underestimated Too (16 page)

“I sat right beside Morgan on the plane, noticing
her excitement as the plane took off. I was sure the girl had never been on a
plane, probably never been out of those hills. I handed her a glass of wine,
and she asked where we were going. I told her and then pretty much ignored her the
rest of the trip. I was fighting demons that were manifesting by the minute. I
needed to get away from her. I needed Skyler, or so I thought.”

Fuck Skyler…

“Once my fucked up illegal as hell wedding was over,
I stormed out of my office. It was the whole feel of the mansion. I hated being
in that house, hated the evil spirits that I could feel lurking, and the
recollections of all that I had seen growing up there. ‘Get her settled in.
I’ll send orders later,’ I barked to the girl who would be taking care of
Morgan and keeping her big mouth shut to whatever went on there. I made sure of
that before I hired her. It took seven interviews before I felt comfortable
enough with Rebecca. She needed the money, and I was pretty sure she’d keep her
there and follow my orders. I just wanted to go to my fucking apartment. I
didn’t want to stay there in that fucked up house. I wanted out of there
already. What the hell was Callaway thinking? He knew my mother had just blown
her head off there. Did he not think that I would be affected by that fact?
Maybe it wasn’t that at all. It was the other fucked up shit that I tried to
forget that was eating at me. I stormed out of the house with Derik trailing
after me.

‘What the fuck, man?’ Derik called.

‘What?’ I snapped, turning on my heels.

‘Where are you going?’

‘To Skyler.’

‘You mind if I go back and you know?’ Derik asked
with a sly nod toward the house.

I knew what he was asking. ‘No, Derik. I don’t know.
Go back in and do what?’ I angrily asked, taking a step back to him.

‘You know, tap that,’ Derik bluntly stated.”

I shivered from the cold chills running up my back,
thinking about Derik touching me. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, listening
to Drew talk about Derik.

Drew explained, “For whatever reason it pissed me
off. ‘You fucking touch that girl, and I will beat the living life right out of
you. YOU UNDERSTAND, Derik?’ I yelled, poking him hard in the chest with one
finger.

‘Damn, dude. Calm down. I was just asking. Okay.
Okay. Are you going to?’

‘I don’t know. NO!’ I assured him, realizing what I
had just said. Fuck no, I wasn’t touching her. I was going to find Skyler. ‘Where
are you?’ I yelled into the phone, hearing the loud music.

‘Out with Jena. I’ll call you later,’ Skyler said
and hung up on me.

I went to my apartment, hoping I could still get in.
Thank god I could. I couldn’t stay in that house. What the fuck was I supposed
to do? I should have insisted that I wasn’t living there. Yeah, right, like you
could insist anything with either of the Callaway’s. I walked out to the
verandah with a drink. Looking out at the city lights, I shook my head,
wondering how the hell I was so lucky to get involved with this fucked up
family. Downing my drink, I walked back in for a refill. Wondering what Morgan
was doing, I powered on my laptop and walked back out. Typing in the code for
the multitude of cameras, I found Morgan in the bathroom. Rebecca was in the
bathroom with Morgan as the water filled the tub. ‘If you need anything else,
just dial 3 on your bedside phone. It’ll go directly to my room.’ Rebecca said
to her.

‘Where’s Drew?’ Morgan asked.

‘I’m not sure. He only told me that he would send
orders for you later.’

‘What does that mean, Rebecca?’ she worryingly
asked.

‘I don’t know. I’ll let you know when I do. Good
night, Morgan,’ Rebecca said, closing the door and leaving her. I smiled that
she was listening to my orders about not carrying on a conversation with her.
She wasn’t there to be her friend. I made sure she knew that before I hired
her. Morgan took a deep breath and looked around the stylish bathroom. I knew
she’d never seen anything like it in her life. I observed the way she took
everything in, admiring the luxuries she’d never in her life been around. I
noticed how young she looked as she removed the clothing that I still remember
her coming with. She wore a black t-shirt with a white crow in the middle, worn
jeans that had gone out of style in the eighties, a gray sports bra, and white
cotton panties that reminded me of something a grandmother would wear.”

He remembered what I came there in?

“The mound had to go. What the fuck? I remember
thinking, I didn’t care that she had hair. I wasn’t touching that piece of
shit, gold digger. I slammed the laptop closed and stopped watching. That lasted
until I was in a somewhat of a drunk stupor. I opened my laptop again after
crawling into bed and watched her some more. She was watching television,
snuggled in the lavish bed. My bed. The bed that I was going to sell with the
house as soon as Callaway died or burn to the ground, I hadn’t decided which
yet. She looked comfortable with a small smile as she watched the dumb little
kid show, the one with the two little Olsen twins. Clicking the different
camera views, I watched her slide off the bed and out her door. Okay, maybe I
would fuck with her a little. I felt my cock pay attention as I noticed her
perky little breasts with her erect nipples poking through the satin. Rebecca
did well picking out clothes for her. She did have a hell of a nice body for
being trailer park trash.”

If you call me trailer park trash one
more time, so help me god.

 “I guess she could be hot if she’d clean herself
up, maybe get rid of the dark hair. I hated dark hair on girls. She should go
lighter, not quite blonde, but maybe some blonde highlights. I watched her get
a drink of water and wander around the house, observing her new surroundings.
It felt as though I was staring into her unfamiliar eyes as she studied a
picture of a pirate ship. The camera was hidden right in the middle of one of
the sails. She
was
kind of pretty, and I wondered about her teeth as she
bit her bottom lip. They were white, extremely white for a poor girl from
nowhere.”

Yup, poor people brush their teeth too.
Stupid boy.

“I glanced at the time, not really caring that it
was almost midnight. I dialed Rebecca and told her what her duty was the
following day. Knowing I was playing with fire before I did it. If Callaway
found out he’d have my nuts for sure. I didn’t care. This was for his fucking offspring,
buried in the cracked dry ground. I sat in the office of the jewelry store all
morning the next day. It wasn’t what I should have been doing at all. Rather
than taking care of business myself, I sent Derik. He could handle it, it was
only a half a million dollar transaction. Jesus, what the hell was I thinking?
He better not drop the ball, Callaway would be furious with me. He wasn’t going
to know that I was holed up in my apartment instead of being at the mansion
with Morgan. He could think I was away, taking care of business. That is if
Derik didn’t fuck it up. I watched Morgan argue with Rebecca about her hair
color, the clothes, the panty hose, and the best part of all, the bikini wax. I
made sure that it was done in the downstairs bath, where the walls were lined
with mirrors, and I would have full view of her pussy as they waxed her. I needed
Skyler in a bad way. My hard-on was starting to ache, needing to be relieved. I
called Skyler. ‘Hey, beautiful. Stop by the office for a little bit.’

Her retort was, ‘Why? I’m getting my hair done.’

‘I need you to. I’m wearing this massive erection,
come over here and bend over my desk.’

‘You’re ignorant. You make me wonder who you are
sometimes. I’m having dinner with my folks tonight. I’ll talk to you later.’
And just like that, she was gone. Damn it. Now what the hell was I supposed to
do?” Drew wondered out loud, like he was living the moment again.

If he went into detail about their sex life again. I
would murder him, no doubt about it.

“Flipping on my laptop again later in the evening, I
poured a drink and settled onto the sofa to see what little Morgan was up to.
Watching her undress, looking like a different person, I sat up straighter. She
was actually very attractive, my cock agreed as I watched her run her fingers
over the smoothness of her freshly waxed pussy. I watched her bathe and then
dialed her phone as she crawled into bed. Laughing, I watched her nervously
stare at the phone, wondering if she should answer.

‘Hello,’ she cautiously picked up.

‘You’re even more beautiful now,’ I told her.

‘How do you know how I look?’ she questioned.”

I listened while Drew talked about that day as if it
just happened. He was right on with all of it, bringing back feelings and
emotions I wasn’t sure I wanted to think about.

“I told Morgan, ‘I can see you in every room of my
house.’

‘Every room?’ she asked, looking towards her
bathroom. I knew exactly what she was thinking.

‘Yes. Every room. You’re not allowed to touch
yourself,’ I ordered her.”

“Drew,” I scolded.
He didn’t have to tell Deidra
every little detail. Geesh.  

Drew continued, totally ignoring my plea for him not
to be so bold, “Morgan assured me, ‘Go to hell. I’ll do what I want, when I want.’

 I smiled, staring at her angry expression through
my laptop. She looked around the room, trying to stare me down. She couldn’t,
she didn’t know where the cameras were.”

“You had cameras installed to watch her?” Deidra
interrupted, maybe she hadn’t heard it all. She sounded a little surprised at
that fact.  

“Does. We still have cameras.” I was the one to
answer. “Yes, Drew can see me and our son in any room of our house from any
computer, from any country,”

“How do you feel about that, Morgan? You’re okay
with that?”

“Unequivocally, I am,” I admitted. I didn’t know why
it was okay. I guess because I was so used to it.

 “Go on,” Deidra nodded.

Drew continued his story, “I boldly stated, ‘I
assure you, you won’t.’ Letting her know that she wouldn’t be doing what she
wanted. ‘I wouldn’t advise you to speak to me like that in the future,’ I
warned Morgan.

‘Why?’

‘Because you will be punished, for outbursts like
that.’

‘And how do you plan to punish me?’

‘I’m sure you will soon find out. I will see you in
a few days, Mrs. Kelley.’ Hanging up, I continued to watch her. Wishing I’d
ordered her to sleep naked or something. She was underneath the covers,
watching television. It wasn’t enough to even get a hard-on. Again, I drank
myself in a stupor, passed out on the couch, and woke with a stiff neck from
the crazy dream. Sitting up, I rubbed the back of my neck and then moved the
hardness of my cock to the side. Jesus, another five minutes and I was sure I
would have come in my sleep. How could I acquire an erection, envisioning that
fucked up shit? I moved my fingers across the mouse pad of my laptop, typed in
the password and clicked on Morgan sound asleep, still snuggled under her
covers. I clicked on the rooms in the rest of the house, pausing on the one
that my mother slept in. I bypassed that room. If I had to live there,
something was going in that room, something that didn’t represent the hell my
mother went through while living there with that fucking lowlife. Clicking back
to Morgan, I felt all the anger that I held toward Michael resonate from his
dead body to her. I hated her as much as I hated her fucking father. I wanted
her dead too. It was ridiculous how much hatred I felt toward this girl. Did
she really think she was going to just waltz right in here and take everything
I’d worked for? No fucking way. I would die before I let that happen.”

I raised my eyebrows when Drew spoke of Valerie
again. I was once again interested in what he had to say. I hadn’t heard any of
this before.

“Moving my finger over the mouse I hovered over
Valerie’s room, debating on whether or not I wanted to go there. I was going to
turn that room into a theater, something to distract my attention while I
waited for Mr. Callaway to kick the bucket and get rid of his dumb little
granddaughter.”

Watch it buddy.

“I opened the room, seeing it the exact same way it
was left. My mother took great pride in that day. She’d wanted Valerie out of
the picture for years. Michael wouldn’t hear of it. He kept them both right
where he wanted them, and both dumb women fell at his feet, believing that he
was going to marry them. The sad part was Valerie was already married. She
would have left her husband in a heartbeat for Michael. I know she would have.
When Michael got really bad, Valerie was made aware that she wouldn’t be coming
back to the estate. She hated my mother as much as my mother hated her. Patrick,
her husband, was a good friend of Michael’s, they did business together, and
while Michael was out of town, taking care of business, Michael entertained his
wife. I guess my mother always did have a little more pull than Valerie.
Although Valerie was by far lacking in anything. Michael made sure of it. She
dressed in beautiful clothing just like my mother. Unlike my mother, Valerie
was free to leave anytime and never return whenever she wanted to go. Michael
reminded her of it often. He reminded my mother of the fact as well, but he’d
never let her leave, not that she would have anyway. She was in love with him
for whatever reason. I’m sure I’ll go to my grave trying to figure that one
out. Of course I kept her from knowing a lot of things. Would it have
influenced her decision to leave Michael? I don’t think so. She wore blinders;
the man could do no wrong. I let my mind wonder to Valerie and that room, the
dream that had woken me. I was barely seventeen. I’m not sure where my mother
was, away somewhere. Michael often sent her away when he wanted to entertain
Valerie. I never went with her, and she never asked me to go. I guess I was
somewhat neglected too. I knew she loved me, it wasn’t that, she just had other
things more important on her mind than me.