Underestimated u-1

by Jettie Woodruff

  “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.

  * * *

  Dawson was there through my first trimester. He 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.

  “Next Thursday.”

  “I can’t. Matt is taking next week off. Reschedule it for the next week and I will.”

  I knew that wouldn’t work. Drew didn’t wait on anyone. It was always on his terms.

  “I’ll see what I can do,” I lied. I wasn’t even going to mention it to him.

  I checked my email religiously for the next five days, and every day there was nothing. I had even told Dawson that he must have changed his mind.

  I got the email late Wednesday night. Dawson was in the shower, and I checked it for about the hundredth time since I
had last spoke to him.

  “Driver will be there at nine in the morning.”

  “Really Drew? You expect me to just jump on a plane with a twelve hour notice?” I emailed right back.

  “You had five days’ notice.”

  “You’re such an egotistical idiot. I’m not coming.”

  “LOL.” That was his last message in big bold letters. He wouldn’t answer me back when I told him that I was being serious. Now I either had to really defy him or fight with Dawson. Like an idiot, I chose to fight with Dawson.

  “I’m dead serious, Riley. I don’t want you to go there alone. I’m begging you not to go there alone,” Dawson pleaded when I told him.

  “It’s a two hour flight, Daw. I will be back by like three or four in the afternoon.”

  “I don’t like it,” he said.

  Well duh, I knew that.

  I wrapped my arms around his neck. “Stop worrying about me. I will be fine,” I promised.

  He laughed when the little one kicked him. My belly had really grown. It seemed like I woke up one morning, and it was there.

  “There and back?” he asked, giving in. I was hoping he didn’t stay mad. I needed him to control my raging hormones and hoped that they stayed intact until I got back. I didn’t need to be screwing up and screwing Drew again.

  * * *

  Evidently Gary hadn’t gotten the memo that I was pregnant. His eyes darted straight to my stomach when I answered the door the following morning.

  “Um, do you have a bag?” he stuttered.

  “No. I’m not staying overnight,” I replied, retrieving my purse. I should have known right that second that I wasn’t coming home that night. The look that Gary gave me told me that I wouldn’t be returning that night.

  It was a pretty quick flight and I was driven to a five star hotel in Kingston and then escorted up to the penthouse suite. The only thing I could do was laugh after tipping the bellhop. The room was as romantic as I had ever seen. A black sleek evening dress lay across the bed with beautiful shoes to match. I picked up the note and laughed again.

  “No panties.”

  Fuck. He was planning on seducing me. My stupid vagina just happened to wake from the dead. How fucking convenient.

  I dialed his number right away.

  “I’m not staying here, Drew,” I demanded as soon as he said hello.

  “Yes you are,” he replied. I was sure if I could see through the phone that he was grinning from ear to ear.

  “No. I’m not. Where am I supposed to go sign these papers? And what the hell am I supposed to do with this dress?” I yelled.

  “Yes you are, the papers will be signed tonight, and you are supposed to put it on and meet me downstairs for dinner at six,” he rattled off, answering every one of my firing questions.

  “Why did I need to be here at eleven in the morning? Where are you planning on staying? Why didn’t you tell me you were planning on me staying, and if you would have been around me over the last few months you would know that my five months pregnant belly is not going to fit in that dress.”

  “Look at the tag. Yes it will. I have to go wrap a few things up. I’ll see you at six.”

  “Don’t you dare hang up on me,” I yelled a second too late.

  “Grrrrr,” I moaned, slamming my phone to the bed.

  What the hell was I supposed to do now? I was stuck in a romantic hotel room. Dawson was going to be pissed.

  “I’m coming after you,” he yelled in the phone.

  Yup. He’s pissed.

  “No, you’re not. I’m fine. He said the papers would be ready in the morning, and I will be home by noon,” I lied to him once again thanks to Drew Fucking Kelley.

  “How the hell am I supposed to know that he’s not going to take you away some place, and I can’t find you?”

  “He’s not going to do that, Daw. If that was his plan he would have already done it. I’m not afraid of Drew. I promise, I am fine, and I will see you tomorrow.”

  Dawson groaned through the phone. “Tell me you love me.”

  I smiled. “I love you. Don’t worry about me.”

  “Take care of my baby.”

  “I will. I’ll call you later.”

  I was a nervous freaking wreck sitting around that room all day. I sat out on the balcony overlooking the city for a while, but it was cold. I mostly just paced, waiting for six o’clock. This was a mind game. This was just another one of Drew’s sick jokes. He knew I would go nuts with anticipation.

  Someone knocked on my door at four o’clock. I opened it to find two women and a cart.

  “We’re here to help you get ready, Mrs. Kelley,” the younger of the two said.

  I never said a word. I just snorted and let them in.

  “Would you like a shower first?” the same girl asked.

  I didn’t know why I said yes. I’d just showered that morning, but I did want to freshen up my legs. Yes. I was already thinking about the night ahead with Drew. I was still going to be strong, and refuse to let him stay with me, but I knew how un-resilient I seemed to be around him so just in case, I showered.

  The ladies blow dried my hair, curled it, did my nails, toes and fingers, my makeup and then helped me with my dress. I thanked them and waited another thirty minutes to meet Drew in the dining room. I looked in the full length mirror, and for a fat chick, I looked hot.

  I knew how anal Drew was about punctuality and decided to make him wait. I smiled down at my phone when I was being escorted to his table, fifteen minutes late. He lowered his when he saw me.

  “You are stunning,” he said, standing and kissing my cheek.

  Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

  Drew wasn’t wearing his sexy jeans or his customary suit. He was in gray dress slacks with a black cashmere sweater with the sleeves pushed up on his arms. He was sporting a neatly trimmed five o’clock shadow, and I was no longer hungry, not for food anyway. I wanted to fucking devour him right there.

  “Flying solo,” I asked, trying to keep cool.

  He smiled. He knew exactly what I was hinting at. “Yes. She’s in Vegas.”

  “Where’s the paperwork?” I asked.

  “We’re not signing it until tomorrow morning.”

  Other than the fact that I didn’t really lie to Dawson I was pissed. I didn’t want to be Drew’s pawn.

  I stood up. I would meet him the next morning for the important business that he insisted that I had to be there twenty four hours early.

  He lightly took my wrist. “Sit down, Morgan,” he demanded. I didn’t want to sit down. I wanted to tell him to fuck off and make a scene right there. I couldn’t. His spellbinding stare forced me to sit; besides he had rented out the whole fucking room. We were the only ones there.

  He smiled. “How’s my baby?” he asked.

  You have got to be kidding me.

  “My baby is doing great,” I smartly said.

  He grinned. “You might want to watch the tone. I have been waiting for three months to bend you over my knee.”

  Stupid fucking vagina. You do remember that we are panty-less?”

  “What do you want Drew?” I asked, exasperated.

  He stood and took my hand. “Lets dance.”

  Huge mistake. Being in Drew’s arms, smelling him, touching him, feeling his heartbeat, did something to me. I can’t explain that either. It just did. There was a chemistry between us that Dawson and I didn’t have. We never did. This understanding between Drew and I was something that had always been there, even when I hated him, and it confused the hell out of me. But I also knew what Drew, and I had been about… passion, and that passion was in the bedroom. Drew wouldn’t be the man that I wanted my baby to be raised by.

  “Are you wearing panties,” he asked.

  Drew had a one track mind, and it was focused right between my thighs.

  I shook my head. “No,” I answered, looking up to his accomplished smile.

  He lowered his hand to the side of
my belly and his lips to mine, and I freaking parted them for him. I even moaned in his mouth. I was doomed.

  “You need to come, don’t you?” he whispered, kissing my neck as I moved it back and to the side giving him full access.

  “Yes,” I whispered back.

  Drew slid his hand between my legs, raising just the front of my dress. I grabbed his hand and regained my equanimity.

  “I didn’t mean right now,” I protested.

  “Move your hand,” he demanded.

  What the fuck? I looked around to the empty room and moved my hand. I thought for sure I would fall when I felt his fingers glide slowly up my throbbing, betraying, wet pussy.

  “Fuck, Morgan,” he rasped in the crook of my neck as his fingers did forbidding things in a public setting. I could only respond with a moan.

  I was going to fucking come. I was going to let go right there on the empty dance floor. He grinded into me, and I could feel his rock hard rod on my stomach. I wanted him. I wanted him inside of me right that second. I would have lain spread eagle right there on the marble dance floor. I didn’t care who saw. I actually felt a little excitement at the thought of being watched.

  “Shit, Drew,” I whimpered.

  “Come to me, baby,” he whispered. I did. We shared a moan in each other’s mouth as my walls constricted around his fingers.

  “I hate you,” I panted.

  Drew laughed and removed his fingers from me. I looked around once again at the empty room. It was one of those times where you felt like you were being watched. Whether we were or not, I didn’t know, but it sure felt like there were eyes staring at us.

  “I love you, and I love you,” he said, bending and kissing my belly.

  Great…

  Drew led me back to the table, and I knew for sure we were being watched during our public, well my public orgasm, I should say. As soon as we were seated we were served our meals. I wasn’t surprised that they had already been ordered. Drew was known for ordering for me. I didn’t mind. He always did okay.

  “You can’t stay with me,” I told Drew matter-of-fact. He couldn’t. I was trying my best to be true to Dawson. If I let him come anywhere close to me where there was an accessible bed, I was finished. Hell, I had just let him finger me on the freaking dance floor for God’s Sake.