Underestimated Too(25)

“I always knew Michael entertained Valerie. She was there every time her husband left town. Michael thought it was time I learn how to handle a woman. Valerie was the first woman I ever spanked,” Drew remembered, swishing his drink in a circle.

I looked at Deidra, feeling the crimson in my face. Did he just admit to spanking me? Did I just divulge it by my embarrassed cheeks?

“I did all kinds of things to Valerie that night. I tasted her pussy with the direction of Michael, telling me everything to do, spanked her, stuck my dick in her mouth, and then fucked her for five seconds. That’s how long I lasted. I’m not sure I even made it two strokes before I shot my load. I wanted my mother to be out of town after that night. When my mother was away, Valerie came to play,” Drew explained in great detail.

I may be the one, needing an intervention that night. I hated listening to him talk about what he did to this woman. I knew this woman. I knew exactly who she was, and I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. She’d been at many of the same functions that I was forced to attend with Drew. There was even one night that I was sure he’d taken her someplace and fucked her. Drew told me to stand right by the drink table, smile, and look pretty until he got back. I watched him follow her from the room. I had forgotten all about that night until he had to go and tell me how much he loved fucking her. I was sitting there fuming, sure I couldn’t be any angrier. I was wrong about that too.

“About a year after that, I met Skyler at an auction. She was the most desirable woman I’d ever seen in my life. Her coiffed, blonde hair was soft and flowed like waves in the ocean. Her eyes, I swear were brighter than blue diamonds.”

“Okay, Drew. We get it, we don’t need a poem about how beautiful Skyler’s hair and eyes are.” I assured him, crossing my arms in a pout. I got the look from Deidra that I was quickly learning meant to shut up.

Drew smiled at me with a wink before continuing, “Skyler and I rapidly became an item. Her parents loved me, her mother was determined that she and I would marry. When I wasn’t working, I was with Skyler. She’s how I met Derik. She and Jena were friends.”

“Wait. Jena was Skyler’s friend?” I interrupted again. She’d pretended to be my friend for many years.

“Yes, why?”

“Drew, how long were you and Skyler an item after we got married?” I was pissed. I didn’t care what Deidra said. I wanted answers.

“Morgan, you know things weren’t like that with us then. You can’t get mad at me for that now.”

“Oh, just like you can’t get mad at me when I have to talk about Dawson, right? Would you like to hear about my sex life with Dawson?” I smartly asked Deidra.

“No. I want you to sit there and listen without talking. I was afraid this was eventually going to happen. You’re the one that insisted on couples therapy, Morgan. I told you it may be better if Drew and I worked alone for a while, remember? You said, no, you wanted to hear it and you could handle it. Do you want to stop?” Deidra asked.

“No,” I pouted, purposely not looking at my cheating ass husband.

And that is how the entire hour was spent. I got to listen to how my husband was head over heels in love with Skyler, how he fucked Valerie on the side because Skyler really wasn’t into the same things that Valerie was. She was more of a pillow princess; lay there and let Drew do the work in the most refined way possible. Nonetheless, Drew was in love with her. Drew was in love with her while I was being kept at his house.

I’m not sure why that hurt or bothered me so much, but it did. It was dumb. I hated Drew then. I could have easily pissed on his grave as well back then. It wasn’t like we were in love or anything. I guess just thinking about him being in love with her and using me for his sick, twisted sex needs pissed me off.





Chapter 9





“Are we really doing this? You’re not the one that’s supposed to act like this. I’m the bastard in this relationship,” Drew tried teasing as we pulled into the drive at Alicia’s.

“You think this is funny? I’m glad all of this is such a funny joke to you,” I angrily spouted.

“Morgan, stop being like this. We’re supposed to be moving forward not backwards, remember?”

“And how do you suggest we do that when we keep going back there? What’s going to happen next week when it’s time to start talking about us? Are we going to tell her how you bought me, how you locked me in the gym, beat the hell out of me whenever you felt like it? Are we going to tell her how fucked up our sex life is? Huh, Drew? Are we going to let her in on all our little secrets, pull out the skeletons?”