Underestimated Too(38)

I groaned and ran my fingers through my hair. I was being forced to marry someone, some stupid little cunt that I already hated.”

“That was a lovely story, can we go now?” I angrily spoke.

“Morgan, what has you so upset right now?” Deidra asked, standing and leaning against her desk.

She wasn’t fooling anyone. I’d learned from Drew a long time ago why people of power did that. They needed to tower down on their prey. It gave them power.

“Upset? I’m not upset, unless you’re talking about the fact that I just listened to my husband describe his sex life, explain why I haven’t seen my little brother since he was five, and the fact that I am only sitting here alive because Callaway didn’t die when Drew thought he would. Upset? Why would I be upset?”

“That’s fair. Don’t you think that’s fair, Drew?” she asked, turning to him. What the fuck? This was a conspiracy.

Drew raised his eyebrows, unsure what to say.

“How long were you able to keep Skyler from finding out?” she asked, looking at her watch. It had to be about over. I couldn’t take much more.

“I hid my new life plans from Skyler as best I could for as long as I could,” Drew explained not really answering the question, but continuing with his story.

I couldn’t believe it. Somebody needed to shut him up.

“Things were starting to progress and I was moving forward with what I thought was the best plan, not that I was given many options. The kid had to go first and—”

“The kid was my fucking brother, Drew. Justin Willow was my little brother. Can you understand that?” I yelled. I couldn’t help it. He was a pig, a down right, dirty pig.

“After talking to Mr. Callaway about why the boy should be adopted by a mother and father, I got the welfare system involved,” he continued, talking over me with a glare.

I didn’t care about his gaze of terror. He should have been the one that was afraid. I was that mad.

“It was easier and cheaper on my wallet to do it that way,” Drew continued without one bit of respect towards my feelings at all.

“Mr. Callaway already had a young family in mind. They’d been trying to have a child for years and had been on an adoption waiting list almost as long. It was perfect, and Justin Willow would be out of the system and in the loving hands of his new family. I wouldn’t have to worry about what to do with a five-year-old little brat. I was a fucking genius.”

You were a fucking idiot, still are. It was official, I hated Drew—again.

And then Drew had the nerve to mention Skyler again, “Skyler was an increasing problem. ‘Why do you have to go out of town again? You promised to take me clubbing this weekend,’ Skyler whined.”

“Oh hell no. We don’t need to go back to Skyler again,” I insisted. Now he was just being an ass.

“Morgan,” Deidra chastised, shaking her head.

Of course, take his side.

Drew pressed on, “I try to explain to Skyler to placate her, ‘I will next weekend. I have to go, Sky. I’m going to be gone a lot more now with Mr. Callaway out of commission. He’ll probably never work again.’ Removing my shirt, I took her in my arms.

‘Promise?’ she whined.

‘Yes,’ I assured, shoving my tongue down her throat, thrusting my already hard cock into her hips. Lifting her shirt over her head, I cupped her breasts in the palms of my hands and lowered my lips to her erect nipples. She moaned as I moved her towards the bed, laying her down. Running my finger up her slit, I smiled, happy that she was wet and aroused.”

I’m going to prison. I’m going to prison for murder, and my son will be raised by two mommies. I was going to kill him. I couldn’t believe he was going back here. What the fuck? He didn’t even care that Deidra was standing right fucking here.

Drew even added, “I asked, ‘You want me to lick your pussy?’ to Skyler.”

Un-fucking-believable.

“Skyler bellowed, sitting up, ‘Jesus, Drew. Why do you have to go and ruin it? Can’t you just do it? I hate it when you talk vulgar like that. I’m not some girl you picked up from the corner.’

‘I’m sorry. Stop it. Come here,’ I coaxed, pulling her back, moving my fingers back to her slit, hoping to regain the moment. She let me and I moved down, running my tongue up her pussy, paying careful attention to her pulsating nub. She writhed her hips below my mouth, accepting the pleasure that I was bringing to her.”

How fucking sweet, you’re so giving. Ass wipe.

“I tentatively touched her puckered hole. ‘Oh, my god, Drew. Just stop,’ Skyler protested.