Underestimated Too(86)

I spent the better part of the next day alone in my office. I never let her out of my sight, wondering more than once what she was thinking about. She tried to read, but kept dropping her book, lost in thought. Marta made her coffee and a sandwich that she barely touched. I had to get a hold of myself. This couldn’t be happening. What the hell had I done?

Morgan helped with the unwanted feelings at dinner with Mr. Callaway. She defied me more than once, and when I told her it was time to go, and she made the decision to sit down beside Mr. Callaway, deciding that we were staying for desert, I flipped. Anger began to pour out of my skin, and I was ready to put a stop to her little charade.”

Screw you, buddy.

“Yelling at me in the car, she asked, ‘What the hell is wrong with you?’

‘What’s wrong? What’s wrong? You just embarrassed the hell out of me in there, and you want to know what is wrong?’

‘And how the hell do you think I did that? You shouldn’t have lied and said I didn’t feel well. Have I always let you talk for me and decide what I wanted?’

‘Yeah, Morgan you did and when you didn’t listen, you would be punished once we were home. Maybe I need to show you how we do things around here,’ I threatened.

That scared her, and her tough act was halted, but only briefly.

“FUCK YOU!”

‘You need to stop. I’m warning you, Morgan. You don’t want to do this.’ I didn’t mean to grab her hair. I just lost it. I couldn’t control it.

‘Take your hands off me!’ she demanded through gritted teeth.

I waited until Morgan was in the shower and replaced her pain meds with the ones that Dr. Tharp had given me in emergency cases only. She was only to take one of them if she couldn’t bare the pain. She took two of the ones from the bottle on her nightstand, and not every night. I wasn’t even sure she’d take it.

I watched her climb into her bed and roll over, not taking a pill. She didn’t touch them. She tossed and turned for over an hour before finally giving up and dry swallowing the two little pills. I was a little nervous when I went to her. Maybe two was too much. She was out of it. Really out of it.

I did everything I’d ever done to Morgan that night, everything I longed to do since she came back to me contriving amnesia. I was a morbid son of a bitch. Morgan had no clue what was going on. I fucked her in every position her limp body would allow, and once I’d finished pumping in and out of her ass, I removed the condom and shot my load in her mouth, rubbing my come about her lips, just like old times.”

This part didn’t shock me. Drew and I had talked about this before, and he confessed to doing that to me. I wondered though what Deidra was thinking about all this. Surely she’d never heard anything like this before.

“Morgan took me by surprise again the next day. She took my hand and apologized for the night before. I was stunned. I didn’t know how to respond. I twisted her comatose body and fucked her in every imaginable way and she was apologizing. She shocked the hell out of me again when she stormed into my office later in the afternoon, demanding Derik to leave us alone. He pissed me off the way he talked to her and looked down on her, and then had to go run his mouth in front of her.

‘You’re fucking up. I’m telling you, Drew, you’re giving her too much leeway. You need to reel her back in before she blows it all.’

‘Shut the hell up, Derik. I don’t need you to tell me how to control my wife.’

‘You just gave her your fucking keys. She’s playing you. She’s not the dumb little girl we thought. She managed to embezzle over eighty thousand dollars and disappear for almost two years. You really think she’s not doing the same thing now? She’s setting you up. Just because she came back the last time doesn’t mean she’s going to keep coming back. Marta is probably helping her.’

‘Marta’s not with her. She went alone.’

‘You fucking let her leave alone? What the fuck is wrong with you? You’re not the only one who has something to lose here, Drew. I’ve devoted almost ten years of my life for this money too. You’re not fucking this up for me,’ Derik yelled. It wasn’t the first time he’d jumped down my throat for letting her have the ball in her court. He mentioned it a few times over the past few weeks.

‘Actually, DERIK! You work for me. You’re my piss-ant assistant. You do what I tell you to do. I don’t do what you tell me to do, and I sure as hell don’t need you to tell me how to control my wife. You got that? That’s the last time you’re ever going to mention Morgan. Are we clear here?’ I twisted my fists at my side.