Underestimated

by Jettie Woodruff

  He came to me and took me in his arms. “Are you sure, Ry? I don’t want to pressure you, but I would love nothing more than to do just that.”

  “I’m sure,” I assured him shoving my tongue down his throat.

  He led me to my room. I felt awkward around him, and wasn’t sure what to do. Thank God he picked up on it and took matters into his own hands or took me into his hands, I should say. He lifted my shirt over my head, and I slid out of my bra. He kissed soft kisses around my chest and to my nipples giving them both the much needed attention. I moaned as his hands slowly unzipped my jean shorts. I was with him one hundred percent. My mind was on nothing but the sensations that he was causing throughout my entire body. That is until we were both naked in bed.

  Damnit, why didn’t I just turn my cellphone off? I knew it was Drew. Dawson looked over to my phone and then back to me with a lost look. I didn’t answer it, and continued to kiss him, trying to regain the passion. It worked briefly until my phone rang again. Dawson knew that he had lost me, and the hunger along with it.

  He rolled off of me with a heavy sigh. I didn’t stop him and lay beside him naked staring up at the ceiling.

  “I’m sorry, Daw,” I said. I didn’t know what I was apologizing for, I guess everything. Mostly for making this so difficult for him, he didn’t deserve any of it.

  Dawson rolled over and kissed me. “Me too, Ry. Me too,” he said and removed himself from my bed. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow,” he said, getting dressed and leaving me alone.

  As soon as I heard the door close I grabbed my phone.

  “What is your fucking problem?” I asked, angrily as soon as I heard Drew’s voice.

  “I can’t sleep,” he replied. I laughed. What else was there to do? It was funny. It was a funny sick fucking joke.

  “Why?” I asked, pulling on my panties and a nightshirt.

  “Because I haven’t talked to you today. I need to hear your voice. Were you in bed already? Why didn’t you answer?”

  “Which of the ten times are you referring to?” I asked, eluding the question.

  “All of them. Is he there?”

  “No. Drew, he’s not here. You ran him off.”

  “Good. Did I run him off in time?”

  “You’re such a dick.”

  “And you are avoiding my questions. Did you sleep with him?” he asked, bluntly.

  “No. Drew. I did not, thanks to you. Now I am going to have to take care of it myself.”

  “You know there was a time that I would have spanked you for that.”

  Are you serious? Stupid fucking vagina.

  I didn’t reply. I couldn’t reply. I wanted him there doing just that. What the hell was wrong with me?

  “You want that, don’t you, Morgan?” he asked in that dominating tone. I have no idea what was conspiring in me, but my core throbbed like mad at the tone of his voice.

  “Yes,” I rasped a breathy reply.

  “Come for me, baby.”

  My fingers had already found their way through the elastic of my panties, and I let the stupid bastard talk me through one hell of an orgasm. It was settled. I was surely losing my mind. I should have been put into a straitjacket and locked up.

  Chapter 20

  I called Dawson the next day and apologized again. I invited him over for supper and of course he accepted. That was just how Dawson was. He wasn’t going to make me feel bad for my issues, and I loved him for that.

  I had my salad chilling in the refrigerator. I had gone into town earlier to buy fresh vegetables from the local fruit market. My homemade spaghetti sauce was simmering on the stove, and I had just gotten a shower. I did my hair, makeup and spritzed just a dab of perfume. I pulled on my nice fitting jeans and wore a white, v neck shirt that showed my midriff. I looked hot, I decided, looking into the mirror behind my bedroom door. I smiled a big smile when I heard the knock. I was determined to have a good night with Dawson, and keep Drew in Las Vegas where he belonged.

  Holy fuck…

  He too was wearing nice fitting jeans that hung low on his hips, a tight knit shirt with the sexy as hell pecks peeking out from the three unbuttoned buttons on his chest. The only problem was, it wasn’t Dawson. Drew stood at my door with a sexy smile and a dozen red roses.

  Shit…

  I was speechless. Dawson was going to be there any second. What the hell was he doing here?

  “Drew?” was all that I could manage to get out in my shocked state. I looked over him toward the road searching for Dawson’s police cruiser that would be in my drive at any time.

  “Hey, beautiful,” he said, holding out the flowers.

  I took them and ushered him inside not wanting Dawson to see him on my porch, not that he wasn’t going pass the fancy black car backing out of my drive.

  “What the hell are you doing here?” I asked, not leaving the door. I had to intercept Dawson.

  “Is that any way to greet your husband?” he asked, and had me in his arms in a split second.

  Son of a bitch…

  “You could have warned me. I have company coming for supper.”

  “Do you want me to leave,” he asked, kissing my forehead. Did I?

  I didn’t have time to answer his nor my question when I heard the car pulling into the gravel drive.

  “If I told you not to leave this house, would you listen?” I asked, shoving the roses back into his arms.

  Dawson saw me coming and slid his hands into his jean pockets as he leaned against his car. I heard the door behind me open and close. “Of course not,” I said turning to Drew on the porch.

  “I guess I’m eating at Millie’s tonight,” Dawson said with a defeated smile.

  “I’m sorry, Daw. I didn’t know he was going to show up here.”

  “I’m fighting a losing battle here, Ry,” he stated, looking down at me.

  “No, you’re not. I just need some time, Dawson. Don’t give up on us just yet, please,” I begged. I didn’t want to lose Dawson. Why couldn’t I just have him for everyday life and Drew at bedtime?”

  Dawson leaned in and kissed the same spot that Drew had just kissed on my head. “Call me later and let me know that you’re okay,” he said.

  “He’s not going to hurt me, Dawson,” I assured him.

  “Call me,” he demanded and got in his car and backed out.

  “Your audacity is ridiculous,” I called to Drew, leaned against the post with his arms crossed. I swear he had sex appeal dripping off of his contoured body.

  “What? I had to see what I was up against,” he pleaded his case.

  “What do you want?” I asked, taking the stones beneath my bare feet a little easier than I had when I walked out.

  “You. Any more questions?”

  “Yes. What the hell are you doing here?” I asked, walking past him and back into the house.

  “I wanted to tell you that I found your mom.”

  “And you couldn’t tell me that over the phone?” I asked, walking into the kitchen to stir my sauce.

  “I could have done that. I didn’t want to,” he smirked, dipping his finger into my sauce.

  “You hate spaghetti,” I said, turning to him right in front of me.

  “I do,” he admitted, holding his finger out for me to lick the sauce. Damnit if I didn’t do it. I sucked the sauce from his finger and of course the sensation went right to my groin. I swear if I could have traded this vagina for another one, I would have.

  “You’re eating spaghetti or you’re starving,” I assured him, stepping away from him. I had to. I was ready to forget the spaghetti, and have him for supper.

  I put the roses in a vase, and he watched me finish supper. “So, where is my mom?” I asked, placing the uncooked spaghetti into the boiling water.

  “Rodanthe, North Carolina. She’s doing well. She runs a bed and breakfast out of her beach house. She’s remarried and,” he stopped.

  “What, Drew?” I asked, sensing that he didn’t want to tell me
something.

  “She has a seven year old daughter.”

  My eyes widened as my mouth dropped. What the hell? She just dumps her two kids that she had already brought into a bad situation, and goes off and replaces us with a new life and family? It pissed me off, and I wasn’t so sure that I wanted to find her anymore. I didn’t reply to that. I didn’t know what to say.

  “Let’s talk about something else,” I stated. My mother needed to be placed on the pile of things that I needed time to process.

  “Um, I’m interviewing for Derik’s position. Do you want to be involved?”

  I looked at him puzzled. “Why would I want to be involved with that?”

  “You do own the company,” he reminded me.

  “I do not. Stop saying that.”

  “You do, Morgan, whether you want to accept it or not. Your name, not mine is in that will.”

  “How is he?” I asked, needing to put that in my processing pile, as well.

  “I went by yesterday. He didn’t look good. His nurse told me that his kidneys were starting to shut down.”

  “He’s dying?” I asked. I’m not sure why I asked that. He looked like he was half dead the last time that I had seen him.

  “Yes. He’s been dying for quite some time, but I don’t think it will be much longer. I don’t think he will make it to the end of summer.”

  I couldn’t process that either. I had just found out that he was my grandfather. I hadn’t even had the chance to get to know him.

  “This is a nice little place you have here,” Drew said, sensing my uneasiness.

  I snorted. “Thanks. I almost said that I bought it with your money, but I guess it was mine, uh?”

  “Yeah,” he now snorted, “It is. I’m still not quite sure how you pulled that off. I could hear every word you said in that house anytime I wanted, and I could see you. How the hell did you get into my office without me finding out?”

  “You probably shouldn’t underestimate me. I’m not as dumb as you think I am.”

  “Oh, I have learned not to underestimate you, and I don’t think you are dumb at all. How did you get in there?” he asked again.

  “Rebecca shut the power off a couple of times, and I learned a lot from all those times that I spent bent over your desk. I knew all of your passwords, how to freeze the cameras, and how to move money so that you wouldn’t notice.”

  “I did underestimate you. I’m glad I have you on my side.”

  “I’m not on your side.”

  “We’ll see,” he smirked.

  We walked out to the back deck and Drew again commented on the view. My heart skipped a few beats when he walked behind me and trapped me between the railing and his dangerous body. I think I may have even stopped breathing when he kissed my ear and whispered.

  “You do know that I plan on fucking you, don’t you?”

  Fuck…!

  “And you know that I should throw you out of my house, don’t you,” I said with my eyes closed, trying not to think about what he had just said.

  “Maybe, but you won’t. Do you know why you won’t, Morgan,” he whispered with that same low whisper. I knew what he was insinuating, but I asked anyway.

  “Why?”

  “Because, you want me to fuck you.”

  “I do?” I asked the ridiculous question. Of course I wanted him to do just that, and the sooner the better.

  “You do. I would bet that if I slipped my fingers inside of these nice fitting jeans right now that you’re already wet, thinking about it,” he said, grinding into my backside.

  “Jesus Christ, Drew. Stop it,” I demanded, turning to him. I was human after all, and being that my vagina seemed to have a mind all of its own, I was ready to spread my legs right there on the deck.

  He laughed, knowing that he was getting to me. The mind games that he played oh so well were no competition to my throbbing need, and he knew it.

  Drew ate my spaghetti without complaining. He didn’t brag about it or go after seconds, but he ate it. I took him down to the beach after supper, and he did complain about that.

  “Why didn’t you buy a house by a real beach?” he asked as we made our way down the rocky cliff.

  “I like this one, and besides, I had to make sure that you couldn’t find me. Stop being a pussy,” I added with a smile that he couldn’t see from behind.

  “Did you just call me a pussy?’

  “Yeah, I did. Stop being so domesticated.”

  I heard Drew laugh behind me, but he didn’t comment. We walked along the beach not really talking about anything. I found a piece of sea glass which I wished I wouldn’t have. We spent forever walking around so that Drew could find one. I didn’t want him stooped over looking for beach glass. I wanted him holding my hand and paying attention to me and my needy body.

  “Drew, it’s going to get dark on us, and we have to climb back up. I’ve done it in the dark. It’s not fun.”

  “But I want to find a piece of that stuff too,” he whined. I thought it was cute. I knew how he was with his jewels, and that was exactly what he had seen in my light green sea glass find.

  “You can have mine,” I offered, handing it over.

  He took it and kissed me. “Thanks, but I still want to find my own. Can we come back tomorrow?”

  “How long are you staying?” I asked, leading him back to the path.

  “You trying to get rid of me?”

  “No. I was just curious, and I have things to do tomorrow.”

  “I have to be in New York Monday afternoon. What do you have to do tomorrow?”

  “I need to change the oil in my car and mow the yard.”

  “You’re joking?” he asked, stepping around me and taking my hand to help me up a steep part of the bank.

  “I’m not,” I replied, kissing him quickly before stepping around him again.

  “Why don’t you pay someone to do that for you?”

  “I’m not as rich as you. I made ten dollars an hour here. I can mow my own yard and change my own oil.”

  “Morgan, you are richer than me. I don’t have a pot to piss in without you. How do you even know how to change your oil?”

  “Dawson taught me.”

  Drew didn’t reply, and I could tell that he didn’t like the thought of Dawson and me changing the oil in anything.

  We removed our muddy shoes on the deck before going in. I looked out the living room window to see if Lauren’s car was home yet. It was not. I knew if she was home she would have barged in by now.

  “Do you want a shower?” I said, turning to Drew, staring at me.

  “Yeah, that would be nice.”

  “You can go first. I want to take a bath.”

  “How about you just shower with me?” he asked, taking my hand and spinning me in a dance.

  I smiled at him. “I want to shave,” I admitted, and he smiled next.

  I warmed up a couple of strawberry and cream pastries from the shop after our showers and fixed us both a cup of Star’s famous mocha coffee. We sat on the sofa and ate.

  “Did you have sex with Dawson?” Drew asked.

  I chewed the food in my mouth before answering. “I had sex with Dawson lots of times.”

  “That’s not what I mean, and you know it.”

  “You mean, have I had sex with him since you decided that you loved me?”

  “Yes.”

  “No. I haven’t. I was going tonight,” I told him honestly, “and there were a couple of times that I almost did, but you seemed to always call at the perfect time.”

  “He hasn’t spent the night here?”

  “Not since I came back. He did before I was forced under a bus by Derik. We practically lived together.”

  “Do you love him, Morgan?”

  I sat my Danish on the table. “Yes, Drew. I do love him, and he doesn’t deserve any of this. I feel horrible for putting him through all of this.”

  Drew took the last bite of his pastry and sat his plate besid
e mine. “I don’t want you to love him,” he spoke softly and took my hand.

  I touched the side of his face and smiled at him. I didn’t particularly want to love him right then either, but the truth is, I did. “I love you too, Drew, and I have no clue what I am supposed to do.”

  “Come home with me,” he begged.

  “I can’t. I need to decide this on my own. I forgive you for everything, but I can’t forget it, Drew. You have to understand that.”

  “I do understand that, and I know that I don’t deserve you, but I love you so much, it hurts. I hate myself for wasting six years of trying to be…” He stopped, trying to think of a word.

  “A prick, a bully, my master,” I replied, helping him out. I didn’t care if it stung a little. I wanted it to.

  “Do you want me to leave you alone?” he asked in a hurtful tone. I didn’t want to hurt him although that is what I should have wanted. Most people would think that I had lost my ever living mind. Maybe I had, I don’t know.

  “Yes. Drew. I need to try and fix things with Dawson. I don’t expect you to understand that, but I do.”

  “Are we getting a divorce?”

  “I suppose we should. Don’t you?”

  Drew took a deep breath and leaned back on the sofa. This was not how I wanted to end our night. I quickly tried my best to recover the situation. I moved to his lap with one leg on each side of him. I held his face with my hands and our eyes collided. I looked into his gray eyes and realized for the first time that I had no idea who Drew Kelley even was. I knew nothing about his past, his family, did he have any family, where his father was, nothing. Our entire eight year existence was based solely on sex.

  “There are things that we need to discuss, Morgan,” he stated moving his hands to my hips.

  “You mean business, right?”

  “Yes. You have a multimillion dollar company to run.”

  “I’m not running shit. I want no part of that.”

  “Somebody has to run it.”

  “Yeah. You. Why would you not? You’re the one that wants it. I don’t care one iota about that, nor do I want to care.”

  “I have no problem with that, but I will not have my name on anything. You have a lot of things to work out.”