Underestimated Too(47)

‘You’re a liar. You fucked her.’

‘Shut the fuck up. I just shot a load in her mouth. Bitch deserves it,’ I told Derik.”

I’ll show you, bitch deserves it.

“For whatever reason, Derik’s comment pissed me off when he asked, ‘Damn, dude, let me go hit it too.’

I didn’t want anyone touching her. She was mine. I owned her until I could get rid of her, and not him or anyone else was going to touch her. ‘I already told you, you’re not touching her.’

‘Why? You did.’

‘She’s my wife.’

‘Come on, man, I haven’t been in anyone but Jena in two years. I won’t fuck her. Just let me shoot a load in her mouth too.’

’You touch her and you’ll be flipping burgers. Where’s the Henderson account?’ I asked, taking my coffee from Rebecca, wanting to get down to business. Derik and I worked diligently well into the afternoon until Rebecca tapped on the door, asking if we would like lunch. ‘Where’s Morgan?’ I asked, wanting her there as well.

‘She’s eating in the kitchen,’ Rebecca replied, setting a basket of rolls in front of me.

‘She needs to come to the table.’

‘Are you fucking kidding, Drew?’ Derik asked, seeing Morgan walk to the dining room table, heels clicking across the elaborate tile. She did look sexy as hell. She was wearing a cream colored pants suit, cut low in the front, black heels and her hair, wow, it was beautiful. I loved the blondness in her hair.

Morgan sat and barely touched her food. We didn’t include her in our conversation around the table, but I did glance at her often. I couldn’t help it. She was somewhat striking,” Drew admitted, glancing my way.

I smiled back at him, loving his description of me then, even when I hated him, he thought I was hot.

Getting back to his story, Drew said, “I answered a call from Callaway, ‘Hello.’

‘Drew, how’s my girl?’ he cheerfully asked. He didn’t sound sick at all. He sounded chipper and ready to take on the world.

‘She’s doing just fine, we’re actually having lunch together.’ That would win me a few brownie points I was sure. ‘Good, bring her to the Conner engagement party tonight.’

‘I don’t think that’s such a good idea. Morgan is not quite ready for that,’ I tried dissuading Callaway.”

I remembered that day too. I sat there in silence while Drew talked about me like I wasn’t there, and Derik stared at me like he wanted to eat me for lunch.

“Callaway warned me, ‘What do you mean? Don’t you say anything bad about her where she can hear,’

‘I walked away from the table,’ I lied to Callaway looking at Morgan who glanced my way, knowing I was speaking of her. I didn’t care if she heard me. ‘Morgan is somewhat, how do I say this? Her language is what you might call backyard slang. I don’t think she is ready to be around the class of people that we are accustomed to. I’d be a little embarrassed to say that she is my wife.’

‘Hmmm, I suppose you’re right. Get her the proper etiquette teacher. I need her up to par so that she can be at your side. I want to know how she is doing.’

‘Yes, sir. I’ll get on it right away.’ I left Morgan at home that night and attended the engagement party alone. Rolling my eyes at the political statement of the newly engaged couple, I entered the extravagant ballroom, immediately taking a drink from a very cute little caterer. Looking around as I sipped the girly wine, I saw Mr. Callaway sitting in his wheelchair in the center of the room. He laughed loudly with the group of men around him. What the fuck? He didn’t look like death at all. His color looked normal. Shit, he looked healthy. Other than the fact that he was sitting in a wheelchair, you’d never guess he’d been sick at all. I made small talk with a few people as I made my way to Callaway. I heard Skyler’s laugh and turned to see her in a circle of girls. She nodded my way and continued her conversation. I hoped she would, but I wasn’t sure how long she’d stay away from me. It wasn’t in her nature. She really didn’t care what Callaway thought of her. She would, however, care that I’d just married his granddaughter.

‘There’s my boy,’ Callaway proudly spoke. Shaking a few hands and exchanging greetings.

I listened to Callaway brag about my New York deal. Derik joined the clique, jumping right in on the conversation. I smiled at Valerie from across the room. She had her arm looped through her husband’s, eyeing me with a seductive glare. It had been a while since I’d been with her, at least six months or so. Morgan was the first thing that came to mind when I stared back. I didn’t really need Valerie anymore. Morgan could fulfill that part of my sexual needs, and it was a little more exciting than Val was. Morgan’s timid demeanor, forcing her to do it, and her submitting to me did more to me than Valerie’s eager willingness.”