Underestimated Too(46)

‘I don’t really like Jena. I only hang out with her when everyone else is busy.’

‘Why don’t you like her?’

‘I like her, I guess. I just think she’s a little tawdry.’

I laughed. ‘You think Jena is tasteless?’

‘A little. I mean who shops at Carson’s?’

I shook my head unnoticeably, closing my eyes. The girl I loved was exasperating and as high maintenance as they came. Her parents, mostly her mother, played a role in that. My phone rang: Callaway. I didn’t want to answer Callaway’s call in front of Skyler. He was going to ask about Morgan. However, Callaway wasn’t someone you ignored. He called, you answered, simple as that, just like his prick son. ‘Hello,’ I answered, looking down, like that would keep Skyler from hearing my conversation.

‘Hello. How’s my granddaughter?’

‘She’s doing just fine, settling in quite nicely,’ I lied

‘Good, does she need anything? Is she adapting okay?’

‘She has everything she needs. She’s adapting just fine. I’ll keep you posted.’

‘Where are you? Are you with her now? I’d like to speak to her.’

‘I’m actually with a client right now. Can I call you back?’

‘Yes. Call me back. You selling something good?’

‘Trying to. I’ll call you when I’m finished.’ I ended the call.

‘Who?’ Skyler instantly asked.

‘Who what?’

‘Who is settling in nicely?’

‘A new manager for the strip store. I’ve got to get going, Sky, do you need a ride?’

‘No, I’m meeting some friends.’ She smiled.

‘What friends?’

‘Just girlfriends, we’re going shopping. When am I going to see you again?’

‘Soon. I’m trying to set up a deal in Los Angeles now. I’ll take you with me,’ I promised, standing and pulling her chair out for her.

I walked down the sidewalk with Skyler’s hand in mine, hating anything to do with Callaway blood. I didn’t want to go to the mansion, to Morgan. I wanted to wrap my arms around Skyler and fall asleep, smelling her blonde hair. I held her tight, feeling like we were saying goodbye or something.

‘Jesus, Drew. You act like we’re never going to see each other again. I love you, I’ll call you later,’ Skyler said.

I gave her a quick kiss and watched her walk away, swinging her ass with just enough sway. I should have taken her some place before going back to the mansion, maybe it would have helped when I sat at Michael’s—my desk and flipped on the cameras. Morgan was floating around the pool, looking way to fine. I got up, walked to the pool, and ordered her to go upstairs. I played with my wife for a couple hours that afternoon. I played with her pussy while watching television on her bed, made her suck my dick, prolonging my time with her as long as possible. That was the first time I’d ever used a foreign object on Morgan. I’d gotten up to go to the bathroom, ordering her to keep her legs spread. I saw the green tube on her vanity, I’m not even sure what it was, but I knew where it was going.”

“Oh, my god, Drew. You don’t have to tell her everything,” I argued his choice of stories.

“Does this bother you,” Drew asked Deidra.

What about me? I’m the one who spoke up. It fucking bothers me, you moron.

“You’re fine, continue,” Deidra requested nonchalantly.

Was this not bothering her at all?

“It was mascara,” I pouted, crossing my arms.

“Excuse me?” Drew asked.

“Mascara, that’s what you used on me.”

“Oh, anyway. I lay between her legs, staring at her wet pussy, slid the tube up and down her slit, and then in and out of her pussy.”

I moved my eyes to the ceiling, trying to rid the ridiculousness of my husband and now the throbbing between my legs while Drew took us both back to that day.

“Morgan became my new obsession. I couldn’t get enough of her. She was always on my computer—always. Knowing I had to go downstairs to meet Derik and actually work, I fucked Morgan, came in her mouth, and left her alone, ignoring the ringing phone with Derik’s name on the screen.

‘What are you doing?’ Derik cautiously asked as I descended the stairs.

‘Noting, let’s get this conference call going. Call Lois, have her make arrangements for us to fly out tomorrow. You can take Jena along if you want. I’m taking Skyler.’

‘You fucked her, didn’t you?’ Derik probed.

‘No,’ I countered, unlocking the office door.

‘Bring us coffee,’ I ordered Rebecca from the door.