Underestimated Too

by Jettie Woodruff

  ‘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.

  I remember standing to the side of the French doors, watching as Michael slid his fingers through the material of Valerie’s top. Feeling the sensations in my groin, I moved my legs apart, trying to situate my hardness. It wasn’t the first time I’d watched Michael fuck Valerie. I’d been working side by side with him, learning everything I could learn from him. I knew where the key to his office was. I knew how to magically make Valerie’s room appear on the computer screen. I’d jacked off in my hand many times to Michael fucking Valerie. I became pretty excited for those times my mother would go out of town, knowing Valerie would take her place. It’s sick, I know. She was my mother for god’s sake, I should have been furious with Michael for bringing Valerie to our home while my mother was away. I wasn’t, maybe because she was stupid enough to know about it and let it happen. Unsnapping my dress pants, I released my pulsating cock and stroked it, staring blankly at the empty room on screen. I contemplated that day, stroking myself in my hand. One of many fucked days. By the time I’d turned eighteen, Michael shared Valerie with me. I made sure my mother was involved in chasing charities, organizing events, and getting out of town. I needed her gone to ensure Valerie’s stay. Valerie didn’t always come when my mother was gone. She was there occasionally when my mother was there, but not often. It was sort of a mixed blessing when she was there. I got to spend more time with Valerie when my mother was home, but it felt a little, I don’t know, dirty, I guess.”

  “You were with her too, weren’t you, Drew. After we were married, I mean,” I interrupted.

  “I was, Morgan,” Drew smiled at me and continued. “I flipped the camera back to sleeping Morgan and pumped my cock in my hand. Imagining my come coating her lips. I thought about doing to her what Michael had done to my mother. That was the part that wanted me to slice his motherfucking throat. I’d seen the way he treated my mother, just like he treated Valerie. I saw his hand strike her face more than once. I never watched the fucked up shit he did to her. I couldn’t do that. It made me sick, but I had no problem at all watching him do it to Valerie. She had a choice. She didn’t have to be there. She should have been at home with her husband. She chose the fucked up shit that Michael did to her. ‘Eat me, you little bitch. Take my come just like your daddy used to do to my mother,’ I said out loud to the empty apartment while I spewed my juices to the palm of my hand.”

  Jesus Drew.

  Chapter 15

  “Tell me about the first time you had sex with Morgan,” Deidra coaxed. Thank god. I was sick of listening to the sex my husband had with a woman almost twice his age. It was sick, disgus
ting, and I didn’t find anything erotic about it.

  “It really wasn’t Morgan that I was pissed at,” Drew started his story. “It was her fucked up grandfather who didn’t know shit about business. I had this deal in the bag, it was a done deal. He put a stop to it, it wasn’t enough. ‘What do you mean, it’s not enough. It’s a 50% margin. That’s a crazy deal,’ I argued on the phone with him.

  ‘It’s not enough, you’re willing to accept nine grand less than what we were asking. Split it with him and we have a deal.’

  There was no splitting it with him. He took his money and gave it to my biggest competitor, not to mention the publicity that Camron Jewelers was going to get off it. Callaway needed to stay the fuck out of my shit. He needed to have a heart attack and join his fuckhead son. By the time I’d made it home I was furious. She was just coming in from the pool when I walked in. I watched her pull the towel over her body, catching Rebecca from the corner of my eye. I turned and looked at her; she scurried from the room like an obedient servant. ‘Move the towel,’ I demanded in some sort of angry voice. She shuddered and moved the towel, divulging a beautiful bikinied body.

  ‘Where are you going?’

  ‘I was going to shower,’ Morgan said defiantly.

  ‘Go,’ I ordered. I had one quick call to make and then she was mine for the entire night. ‘I watched her shower and walked up to her room before she was finished. Laying on her bed, I thought about Callaway screwing my deal, my mother, and about Morgan’s fucking dad and the last time he had touched me. You would think a boy of seventeen would have stood up for himself. I didn’t. I was a pussy little coward. It’s different when things happen to a guy. Girls are dainty and vulnerable. I felt like a coward. I wasn’t the nine year old boy locked in an office with a priest. I was seventeen, practically a man. I could have done something. Michael used to tell me I liked it, that’s why I never stopped him. He was unstoppable, unless I wanted him to take it out on my mother. I didn’t want that,” Drew explained.

  I didn’t want to hear what he was about to talk about. I wanted to hear more of how Michael was with his mother.

  “Not only was I already pissed about losing a major deal, I had to go and make it worse by thinking about my fucked up life and Michael. Morgan didn’t have a chance in hell,” Drew admitted.

  I sucked in a deep breath, anticipating what I knew he was about to tell Deidra. I wasn’t sure how I felt about it.

  “Shaking my head to rid the recollections, I looked up to Morgan, wrapped in a towel. My heart was racing from the anger that I felt toward her father, and instantly it resonated from him to her. I took no mercy on Morgan that day, the day she lost her virginity. The day that I officially made her mine.”

  “That wasn’t the first time we had sex, Drew,” I interrupted.

  “Yes, it was,” he argued.

  “No, you did things before that time,” I reminded him.

  “Yeah, but I didn’t actually have sex with you until that night.”

  I didn’t continue the argument. I’d do it later, when Deidra wasn’t sitting there. Evidently he was under the assumption that giving it to me up the ass before that, didn’t really count. Whatever, I guess it doesn’t really matter. I shut up and let him continue.

  “Pulling the chair from her vanity, I parked it right in front of her where I made her sit and spread her legs,” Drew continued. I still couldn’t believe he was able to talk like this in front of Deidra.

  “I watched her play with her pussy for a long time, still trying to rid the thoughts of Michael. Spreading her lips with my fingers, I ordered her to rub her little nub faster and harder, and then dared her to come. I knew she was going to come, I wanted her to come. Every time she would try and shift her fingers a bit, trying to cease the impending orgasm, I made her move them back. Smiling when she came, I knew I could punish her, not that I wasn’t going to anyway. I made her bend over in front of me and spanked her until she wore a nice layer of my handprint on both her ass cheeks. I finger fucked her ass, after making her tell me that she wanted me to, grinding my erection into her ass as I did. After making her tell me that she wanted me to fuck her pussy, I ordered her to lay on her bed and spread her legs. I never thought about her being a virgin or the pain that it would cause when I vehemently forced into her. She grimaced in pain and jumped away from me. I didn’t care; I pulled her hips and thrust deep into her. She no longer wanted to come, she wasn’t enjoying any of this, but that was okay to me. It wasn’t about her. She wasn’t here to find pleasure. The second I felt the sensational building, I pulled my bloody cock from her pussy and pushed her to the floor. I stroked my hand savagely, transferring blood to my palm. Rubbing my head over her lips, it wasn’t coming. I shoved her back to the bed, pumped in and out of her like a crazy person, and ordered her back to her knees.

  ‘Go clean up,’ I dominantly requested after painting her lips and coating her tongue with my come. Flipping on my computer, I watched her cry, curled up in a naked ball on her bathroom floor. I laughed, feeling good about what I’d just done and how I’d made her feel, then showered myself. She was hopefully feeling everything I had ever felt and then some. This became the norm. I could have gotten used to it other than the fact that I still had Skyler on my ass and after six months, I was sure Mr. Callaway wasn’t going to die anytime soon. That’s how long I was able to keep her from Skyler. That’s how long she was graced with my presence, my house, and all the luxuries that she was not entitled to.”

  “She didn’t have a choice,” I chimed in, not sure how I felt about Drew’s purpose in life becoming a need to hurt me any and every way he could.

  “I know, love. I’m not speaking of now. I’m talking about then.”

  “And when did Skyler find out about your wife?” Deidra asked.

  Chapter 16

  “Skyler didn’t understand any of it. She wanted to live at the mansion with me. She always loved the mansion, even when she’d come there with her father to conduct business. She talked crazy shit about all the things she wanted to do to the place. She couldn’t do anything until I got rid of Michael’s offspring,” Drew continued.

  I was actually into his story today. Intrigued with how he truly felt about my being there against both our wills.

  “This was going to be harder than I thought. Skyler wasn’t going to lay down and let me do this. ‘What do you mean, I can’t stay there? Of course I can. We’ve planned this all along,’ she whined over lunch. I never thought about the events that Callaway would insist that I attend with Morgan. He wouldn’t hear of me bringing Skyler instead of Morgan. Fuck. I hated that stupid little bitch. She was ruining everything.”

  “Drew, stop calling me names. I’m sitting right here,” I demanded in a raised voice.

  “I’m not calling you names. I’m telling a story from a long time ago,” he assured me with an encouraging smile before continuing on, “I tried to appease Skyler, ‘Shit is going on right now, Skyler. Callaway doesn’t want you there. None of this is mine until he’s gone. You know that. Do you want me with no money? Do you want me to go find a job and rent us some apartment on Fremont Street? Would that make you happy, Skyler?’ I shook my head when she bowed her head to her lap. Of course she didn’t want me without the money. She was bred into this shit. It was always about the money.

  ‘Just tell me what is going on. I should be part of this too, Drew. We are a couple.’

  Yeah, tell that to Callaway and my wife, I thought. ‘Skyler, just let me deal with this. You know what Callaway thinks of your parents. He’s going to dictate everything I do for a while. You know this.’

  ‘But, why do you have to give up the apartment? Where am I going to go when I need to get away from my parents? You know how much my mother drives me crazy. How are we even going to see each other?’

  ‘Do I not travel a lot? You’ll go with me. I’m sure Randal won’t be doing anymore traveling. You like Jena. Derik will be with me most of the time, and you and Jena
can tag along.’

  ‘I don’t really like Jena. I only hang out with her when everyone else is busy.’

  ‘Why don’t you like her?’

  ‘I like her, I guess. I just think she’s a little tawdry.’

  I laughed. ‘You think Jena is tasteless?’

  ‘A little. I mean who shops at Carson’s?’

  I shook my head unnoticeably, closing my eyes. The girl I loved was exasperating and as high maintenance as they came. Her parents, mostly her mother, played a role in that. My phone rang: Callaway. I didn’t want to answer Callaway’s call in front of Skyler. He was going to ask about Morgan. However, Callaway wasn’t someone you ignored. He called, you answered, simple as that, just like his prick son. ‘Hello,’ I answered, looking down, like that would keep Skyler from hearing my conversation.

  ‘Hello. How’s my granddaughter?’

  ‘She’s doing just fine, settling in quite nicely,’ I lied

  ‘Good, does she need anything? Is she adapting okay?’

  ‘She has everything she needs. She’s adapting just fine. I’ll keep you posted.’

  ‘Where are you? Are you with her now? I’d like to speak to her.’

  ‘I’m actually with a client right now. Can I call you back?’

  ‘Yes. Call me back. You selling something good?’

  ‘Trying to. I’ll call you when I’m finished.’ I ended the call.

  ‘Who?’ Skyler instantly asked.

  ‘Who what?’

  ‘Who is settling in nicely?’

  ‘A new manager for the strip store. I’ve got to get going, Sky, do you need a ride?’