Underestimated Too(77)

Great, Skyler, lovely. Here we go again.



“I’d heard that Skyler was seeing the son of Malibu, one of my biggest competitors in the jewelry industry. It was sort of like that rule of your friend dating your ex, you just didn’t to that. She betrayed me as well, and I wanted to see her again too, just to show her what a stupid bitch I thought she was.

I got my wish when I’d flown home to deal with a security problem at one of the Vegas stores. Walking out of a restaurant on Tropicana, I ran right into her.

‘I’ll catch up with you later, Derik,’ I excused Derik to talk to Skyler.

He smiled, nodded, and walked away, flagging a cab. Skyler looked amazing, as beautiful as she’d ever been.

That’s nice, Drew.

Deidra knew what I was thinking and gave me the look. As hard as it was, I kept my mouth shut, biting my bottom lip to keep from saying what I was dying to say.

“I flirted, ‘How are you?’ taking her hand. She let me and ran her thumb over the back of my hand.

‘I’m doing very well, Drew? How are you? I heard you’ve been living in France with your little girlfriend.’

Snickering, I corrected her. ‘She’s my wife, and yes, we’ve been doing some traveling.’

‘Is she here?’

‘No, she stayed back. She’s taking some classes and didn’t want to leave right now. I’m only here for a couple days.’

‘Me too.’

‘You’re not living around here?’

‘No, we’ve been in Chicago for a few months now. I’m just home for my dad’s birthday.’

Turning her hand in mine, I brushed the back of her ring finger. ‘No ring?’

She smiled a weak smile. I knew Kyle Bentley pretty well, she’d be lucky if he ever gave her a ring.

‘Why do you care? You married someone else.’

‘I did, but she’s not here. Come over tonight,’ I asked Skyler.”

“Great, let’s talk about fucking Skyler again,” I angrily spoke up.

“Morgan, just listen, okay,” Drew coaxed.

Pouting, I crossed my arms and dropped to the back of the sofa.

Drew continued, “She asked, ‘Over where? To the mansion?’

‘Yeah, that’s where I’m staying,’ I informed her.”





Chapter 25





“That evening should have never happened. I was sure after that night, I was finished with Skyler and would never spend time with her again. I showered after pouring her a glass of wine. When I came out and she wasn’t there, I took the moment to check a few numbers in my office. Of course I did my daily routine and flipped the camera to Morgan’s empty room. I looked at that empty bedroom and bathroom so many times since she disappeared.

Rage instantly flooded me when I saw Skyler standing in front of Morgan’s closet. I didn’t want her in there. Taking the steps two at a time, I burst in.

‘What are you doing in here?’

‘She has beautiful things. This was supposed to be mine, Drew. Remember?’

‘I don’t want you in here.’

‘You’re in love with her. I can tell,’ she accused.

“Come on.’ I wanted Skyler out of that room.

‘Did you make love to her in this bed, Drew?’ Skyler asked in some sort of soft wicked tone, circling me.”

Great, details…

“I sort of explained to Skyler, ‘We didn’t really make love.’

‘Do you want to make love to me?’

I wasn’t sure I did anymore. I didn’t want Skyler and wondered if I’d ever wanted Skyler. ‘Not here,’ I countered.

‘Why not, Drew?’ she asked, unbuttoning her shirt. ‘Too many emotional feelings for you in here.’

‘What, Skyler? You need to be fucked? Is that what you need?’ I asked, shoving her back to Morgan’s bed. Helping her with the rest of her buttons, I jerked it apart, sending the last three buttons across the room. Something was transpiring in me that I needed to get a hold of. I couldn’t. I was taking the last year and half of my life out on Skyler.

‘Drew—’

‘What, Skyler? Isn’t this what you wanted? You came here to get fucked, right?’ I asked, squeezing her nipple, roughly between my fingers.

I actually laughed when she slapped me right across the face. Storming from the room, I didn’t even turn towards her. I let her walk out of my life for the last time. It’s the weirdest thing ever,” Drew said, contemplating and turning to me bewildered. “I loved sex. I could have been fucking Skyler right that second, but for whatever reason, I didn’t care about that. I blamed Morgan and wanted nothing more than to make her pay, pay for the last year and a half, pay for the hell she was putting me through with Callaway, and pay for stressing me out about not ending up with one penny after all I’d been through with this family.