“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, disgusting, 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.