Underestimated Too(62)

‘Can I stay with you tonight?’ Skyler asked, placing her and over mine.

‘Yes,’ I answered.”

Dumb hussy.

“Excusing myself, I told Skyler, ‘You can pour us a glass of wine.’ I didn’t really need to go to the bathroom. I needed to see Morgan. It was crazy. I had Skyler in my room, miles from home, miles from Callaway, and I was thinking about Morgan. I opened my laptop and instantly smiled seeing her laying on the sofa, book on her chest. I snickered when I watched her sit up, shake her hands anxiously, and bite on the end of her bright pink nail. Why she read those books was beyond me? She always seemed so on edge when reading them.

‘You okay in there?’ Skyler called.

‘Yes. Coming,’ I called back, closing the laptop.

The entire night was somewhat of an awkward mess. Everything I did, every body part I touched, I was comparing to Morgan. Morgan’s nipples were smaller. They matched her small soft breasts. Skyler’s were firmer, bigger and the implants caused her nipples to stretch. Morgan’s hip bones stuck out more, digging into my waist when I fucked her. Skyler’s tongue danced in rhythm with mine. Morgan didn’t really kiss me back. What the hell was I doing? My dick was inside of beautiful Skyler, and I was thinking about Morgan. I moved the guilty thoughts to the back of my mind. They were absurd. I wasn’t really cheating on Morgan. I didn’t love her. I loved Skyler. Didn’t I? It wasn’t really cheating, not when you were forced to marry your wife. Was it? Why the hell did I even care? I wasn’t that type of man. I could fuck anyone I wanted. But I didn’t. It was only Morgan, she was always enough. I was surely losing my mind. Why the hell couldn’t I get Morgan out of my thoughts? She didn’t belong there. She’d never belonged there. It was always Skyler. Skyler was right for me. She came from the same walk of life, money, power, looks, not that Morgan wasn’t beautiful, Jesus, why did I keep thinking about Morgan?”

I couldn’t help the boasting going on as my heart did a happy dance, knowing Drew was thinking about me, obsessing over me, and choosing me over Skyler.

“Closing my eyes, I tried to focus my attention on Skyler beneath me. My beautiful Skyler was in my bed, long wavy haired Skyler, with legs of an angel, eyes soft as cotton, delicate lips, curvy, but thin. Oh, my god, I was describing Skyler with Morgan’s picture implanted on my mind. Pumping harder in and out of Skyler, I centered my thoughts on the sex, putting more effort in it than it should have been. That lasted about as long as it took me to think about Skyler’s arid pussy which led me to think about other things. Morgan was always wet for me, maybe she didn’t hate me as much as she let on.”

“She did,” I assured him. I didn’t mean to interrupt or say it out loud. It just fell out of my mouth.

Drew snorted with a half-smile and continued, “I left Skyler sleeping in my hotel bed around midnight. Turning my laptop right to Morgan’s bed, panic struck briefly while I switched views from room to room, finding her curled into a little ball on her bathroom floor. I observed her, wondering what the hell she was doing and then watched her jump up and heave into the toilet. She was sick. I felt like a real shit. She was home sick, and I was in LA screwing someone else. Wait. I didn’t care about that. Drew Kelley didn’t do empathy. I was so fucked up. I waited for her to finish before dialing her. She moaned, dragging herself from the floor and plopping sideways across her bed.

‘Hello,’ she moaned.

‘Are you sick?’

She didn’t even try to hide the eye roll. ‘Yes, can I talk to you tomorrow?’

‘What’s wrong with you?’

‘I don’t know, Drew, stomach flu, I presume.’

‘Do you need a doctor?’

‘No, I just need to sleep. Can I please talk to you tomorrow?’ she begged.

‘Yeah, yeah, if you need anything you have my number, right?’

The fuck you expression didn’t go unnoticed. ‘Yes, I have your number. Bye.’

‘Night, Morgan,’ I quietly spoke to myself.”

My god. Drew had a photographic memory. He described our conversation as if it was yesterday.

“I continued to watch Morgan sleep, still dressed in black slacks and a satin blouse. She stayed on top her covers, running to the bathroom two more times within the hour. Finally settling down, coiled in a tight little ball with her arms hugging her waist, she seemed to be resting.”





Chapter 21





“I lay on my side of the bed, facing Skyler for a long time before drifting off to sleep. I warily watched her sleep. I shouldn’t have been so impetuous. She shouldn’t be there. I wanted to be home and hoped like hell the negotiations would wind down in the morning. I was leaving Derik to deal with it if it didn’t. I needed to get home for whatever reason. I was up before daylight, checking on Morgan. She was back on the bathroom floor still dressed in her clothes. Why the hell wasn’t Rebecca there taking care of her? It pissed me off and I walked out to the balcony to call her. What the hell did she think I paid her for?