Underestimated (54 page)

“I’m sorry, Daw. I didn’t know he was going to

show up here.”

“I’m fighting a losing battle here, Ry,” he stated,

looking down at me.

“No, you’re not. I just need some time, Dawson.

Don’t give up on us just yet, please,” I begged. I didn’t

want to lose Dawson. Why couldn’t I just have him for

everyday life and Drew at bedtime?”

Dawson leaned in and kissed the same spot that

Drew had just kissed on my head. “Call me later and let

me know that you’re okay,” he said.

“He’s not going to hurt me, Dawson,” I assured

him.

“Call me,” he demanded and got in his car and

backed out.

“Your audacity is ridiculous,” I called to Drew,

leaned against the post with his arms crossed. I swear he

had sex appeal dripping off of his contoured body.

“What? I had to see what I was up against,” he

pleaded his case.

“What do you want?” I asked, taking the stones

beneath my bare feet a little easier than I had when I

walked out.

“You. Any more questions?”

“Yes. What the hell are you doing here?” I asked,

walking past him and back into the house.

“I wanted to tell you that I found your mom.”

“And you couldn’t tell me that over the phone?” I

asked, walking into the kitchen to stir my sauce.

“I could have done that. I didn’t want to,” he

smirked, dipping his finger into my sauce.

“You hate spaghetti,” I said, turning to him right in

front of me.

“I do,” he admitted, holding his finger out for me to

lick the sauce. Damnit if I didn’t do it. I sucked the sauce

from his finger and of course the sensation went right to

my groin. I swear if I could have traded this vagina for

another one, I would have.

“You’re eating spaghetti or you’re starving,” I

assured him, stepping away from him. I had to. I was

ready to forget the spaghetti, and have him for supper.

I put the roses in a vase, and he watched me finish

supper. “So, where is my mom?” I asked, placing the

uncooked spaghetti into the boiling water.

“Rodanthe, North Carolina. She’s doing well. She

runs a bed and breakfast out of her beach house. She’s

remarried and,” he stopped.

“What, Drew?” I asked, sensing that he didn’t want

to tell me something.

“She has a seven year old daughter.”

My eyes widened as my mouth dropped. What the

hell? She just dumps her two kids that she had already

brought into a bad situation, and goes off and replaces us

with a new life and family? It pissed me off, and I wasn’t

so sure that I wanted to find her anymore. I didn’t reply to

that. I didn’t know what to say.

“Let’s talk about something else,” I stated. My

mother needed to be placed on the pile of things that I

needed time to process.

“Um, I’m interviewing for Derik’s position. Do

you want to be involved?”

I looked at him puzzled. “Why would I want to be

involved with that?”

“You do own the company,” he reminded me.

“I do not. Stop saying that.”

“You do, Morgan, whether you want to accept it or

not. Your name, not mine is in that will.”

“How is he?” I asked, needing to put that in my

processing pile, as well.

“I went by yesterday. He didn’t look good. His

nurse told me that his kidneys were starting to shut down.”

“He’s dying?” I asked. I’m not sure why I asked

that. He looked like he was half dead the last time that I

had seen him.

“Yes. He’s been dying for quite some time, but I

don’t think it will be much longer. I don’t think he will

make it to the end of summer.”

I couldn’t process that either. I had just found out

that he was my grandfather. I hadn’t even had the chance to

get to know him.

“This is a nice little place you have here,” Drew

said, sensing my uneasiness.

I snorted. “Thanks. I almost said that I bought it

with your money, but I guess it was mine, uh?”

“Yeah,” he now snorted, “It is. I’m still not quite

sure how you pulled that off. I could hear every word you

said in that house anytime I wanted, and I could see you.

How the hell did you get into my office without me finding

out?”

“You probably shouldn’t underestimate me. I’m

not as dumb as you think I am.”

“Oh, I have learned not to underestimate you, and I

don’t think you are dumb at all. How did you get in there?”

he asked again.

“Rebecca shut the power off a couple of times, and

I learned a lot from all those times that I spent bent over

your desk. I knew all of your passwords, how to freeze the

cameras, and how to move money so that you wouldn’t

notice.”

“I did underestimate you. I’m glad I have you on

my side.”

“I’m not on your side.”

“We’ll see,” he smirked.

We walked out to the back deck and Drew again

commented on the view. My heart skipped a few beats

when he walked behind me and trapped me between the

railing and his dangerous body. I think I may have even

stopped breathing when he kissed my ear and whispered.

“You do know that I plan on fucking you, don’t

you?”

Fuck…!

“And you know that I should throw you out of my

house, don’t you,” I said with my eyes closed, trying not to

think about what he had just said.

“Maybe, but you won’t. Do you know why you

won’t, Morgan,” he whispered with that same low

whisper. I knew what he was insinuating, but I asked

anyway.

“Why?”

“Because, you
want
me to fuck you.”

“I do?” I asked the ridiculous question. Of course I

wanted him to do just that, and the sooner the better.

“You do. I would bet that if I slipped my fingers

inside of these nice fitting jeans right now that you’re

already wet, thinking about it,” he said, grinding into my

backside.

“Jesus Christ, Drew. Stop it,” I demanded, turning

to him. I was human after all, and being that my vagina

seemed to have a mind all of its own, I was ready to

spread my legs right there on the deck.

He laughed, knowing that he was getting to me.

The mind games that he played oh so well were no

competition to my throbbing need, and he knew it.

Drew ate my spaghetti without complaining. He

didn’t brag about it or go after seconds, but he ate it. I took

him down to the beach after supper, and he did complain

about that.

“Why didn’t you buy a house by a real beach?” he

asked as we made our way down the rocky cliff.

“I like this one, and besides, I had to make sure

that you couldn’t find me. Stop being a pussy,” I added

with a smile that he couldn’t see from behind.

“Did you just call me a pussy?’

“Yeah, I did. Stop being so domesticated.”

I heard Drew laugh behind me, but he didn’t

comment. We walked along the beach not really talking

about anything. I found a piece of sea glass which I wished

I wouldn’t have. We spent forever walking around so that

Drew could find one. I didn’t want him stooped over

looking for beach glass. I wanted him holding my hand and

paying attention to me and my needy body.

“Drew, it’s going to get dark on us, and we have to

climb back up. I’ve done it in the dark. It’s not fun.”

“But I want to find a piece of that stuff too,” he

whined. I thought it was cute. I knew how he was with his

jewels, and that was exactly what he had seen in my light

green sea glass find.

“You can have mine,” I offered, handing it over.

He took it and kissed me. “Thanks, but I still want

to find my own. Can we come back tomorrow?”

“How long are you staying?” I asked, leading him

back to the path.

“You trying to get rid of me?”

“No. I was just curious, and I have things to do

tomorrow.”

“I have to be in New York Monday afternoon.

What do you have to do tomorrow?”

“I need to change the oil in my car and mow the

yard.”

“You’re joking?” he asked, stepping around me

and taking my hand to help me up a steep part of the bank.

“I’m not,” I replied, kissing him quickly before

stepping around him again.

“Why don’t you pay someone to do that for you?”

“I’m not as rich as you. I made ten dollars an hour

here. I can mow my own yard and change my own oil.”

“Morgan, you are richer than me. I don’t have a pot

to piss in without you. How do you even know how to

change your oil?”

“Dawson taught me.”

Drew didn’t reply, and I could tell that he didn’t

like the thought of Dawson and me changing the oil in

anything.

We removed our muddy shoes on the deck before

going in. I looked out the living room window to see if

Lauren’s car was home yet. It was not. I knew if she was

home she would have barged in by now.

“Do you want a shower?” I said, turning to Drew,

staring at me.

“Yeah, that would be nice.”

“You can go first. I want to take a bath.”

“How about you just shower with me?” he asked,

taking my hand and spinning me in a dance.

I smiled at him. “I want to shave,” I admitted, and

he smiled next.

I warmed up a couple of strawberry and cream

pastries from the shop after our showers and fixed us both

a cup of Star’s famous mocha coffee. We sat on the sofa

and ate.

“Did you have sex with Dawson?” Drew asked.

I chewed the food in my mouth before answering.

“I had sex with Dawson lots of times.”

“That’s not what I mean, and you know it.”

“You mean, have I had sex with him since you

decided that you loved me?”

“Yes.”

“No. I haven’t. I was going tonight,” I told him

honestly, “and there were a couple of times that I almost

did, but you seemed to always call at the perfect time.”

“He hasn’t spent the night here?”

“Not since I came back. He did before I was

forced under a bus by Derik. We practically lived

together.”

“Do you love him, Morgan?”

I sat my Danish on the table. “Yes, Drew. I do love

him, and he doesn’t deserve any of this. I feel horrible for

putting him through all of this.”

Drew took the last bite of his pastry and sat his

plate beside mine. “I don’t want you to love him,” he

spoke softly and took my hand.

I touched the side of his face and smiled at him. I

didn’t particularly want to love him right then either, but

the truth is, I did. “I love you too, Drew, and I have no

clue what I am supposed to do.”

“Come home with me,” he begged.

“I can’t. I need to decide this on my own. I forgive

you for everything, but I can’t forget it, Drew. You have to

understand that.”

“I do understand that, and I know that I don’t

deserve you, but I love you so much, it hurts. I hate myself

for wasting six years of trying to be…” He stopped, trying

to think of a word.

“A prick, a bully, my master,” I replied, helping

him out. I didn’t care if it stung a little. I wanted it to.

“Do you want me to leave you alone?” he asked in

a hurtful tone. I didn’t want to hurt him although that is

what I should have wanted. Most people would think that I

had lost my ever living mind. Maybe I had, I don’t know.

“Yes. Drew. I need to try and fix things with

Dawson. I don’t expect you to understand that, but I do.”

“Are we getting a divorce?”

“I suppose we should. Don’t you?”

Drew took a deep breath and leaned back on the

sofa. This was not how I wanted to end our night. I quickly

tried my best to recover the situation. I moved to his lap

with one leg on each side of him. I held his face with my

hands and our eyes collided. I looked into his gray eyes

and realized for the first time that I had no idea who Drew

Kelley even was. I knew nothing about his past, his family,

did he have any family, where his father was, nothing. Our

entire eight year existence was based solely on sex.

“There are things that we need to discuss,

Morgan,” he stated moving his hands to my hips.

“You mean business, right?”

“Yes. You have a multimillion dollar company to

run.”

“I’m not running shit. I want no part of that.”

“Somebody has to run it.”

“Yeah. You. Why would you not? You’re the one