Underestimated Part 31

Drew kissed me just in front of my ear.

"Have a nice nap," he whispered hot words to my skin.

I drifted of staring at the beautiful portrait of Drew and me. I was wearing a beautiful evening gown and he was in a tuxedo. We looked happy. He was smiling down at me as I stared up to him.

Chapter 14.

Dawson never gave up looking for me, but I left him with very little to go by. He knew about my father selling me to a man named Drew. He knew that my name had been Morgan Willow. He knew that I had been in Indiana since then, and nothing more. He had gone to my father, and my father told him what I was sure he was to tell anyone looking for me. That I married a very nice man, and he hadn't seen me since.

Dawson tried to use his law authority, but it didn't work. My father still said he didn't know anything. He had done so much research trying to find someone that was in the software business by the name of Drew, nothing but a brick wall. He couldn't even find a marriage between Morgan Willow and Drew somebody. I'm sure trying to find wedding records with no last name was next to impossible, especially when you were looking in the wrong state.

Lauren and Star helped as much as they could, but came up with nothing. I didn't leave them much to go on.

Dawson knew that Drew had me, he just couldn't find me.

He a.s.sumed that he had found out about me somehow and had taken me from the layover in Chicago. He was at his wits end, and didn't know what else to do.

Our wedding day came and went and he was still clueless, hurt, and alone. He was even beginning to think that I had left on my own accord, and the whole wedding thing scared me off. He thought that was easier for him than thinking that I was back with Drew, and what he was doing to me.

The truth was, Drew never did anything. He was always the perfect gentleman. There were times that I did question looks that he would give me when I would say things that he thought were out of line or when I would just burst into his office. But for the most part he was unusually attentive and caring toward me. I still didn't like his copilot Derik but didn't really have a reason. I just didn't like him. He gave me the creeps when he was around which was a lot.

I still defied Drew's wishes about wearing the designer clothes around the house. It just seemed so artificial to me, and I was more comfortable in my sweats and flannels. I did do some online shopping one afternoon with Drew peering over my shoulder one day. I heard a few groans when I ordered a few pairs of jeans, shorts, t- shirts and sneakers. Who didn't own a pair of sneakers? I related it to who I was before Drew, and although I may have dressed the way he wanted, to impress him at one time, I didn't want to do that. I wasn't going to do that.

I had been back at the mansion with Drew for almost a month. The one nurse, Melissa, was gone, but Terri was still there and she and I had become pretty good friends. Drew didn't like that either and pointed it out to me one afternoon. Terri had just left for the day and wasn't spending the nights anymore. She came and did therapy with me and went home in the afternoon.

I really didn't need her anymore, but I was starting to go stir crazy being in the house all the time. No wonder I chose to go to school. I liked having Terri there to talk to. Drew didn't, and a week later, he explained that it really wasn't proper for me to a.s.sociate with the help the way that I did, she was gone. I was furious. He could have at least told me that her a.s.signment was up so that I could say goodbye to her.

I still couldn't remember anything about anything.

It was like my conscious was erased. I didn't dream about my past. Nothing was becoming more familiar, and I was beginning to wonder if I ever would.

Drew took me out shopping for a new dress for a dinner party that Mr. Callaway was holding on Sat.u.r.day night. I came down to go, and he smiled. I had decided to appease him and leave the jeans in the closet. I wore a satin white top with no sleeves, tucked into a pair of designer black dress slacks with a large silver buckle. I was surprised by the heels. I thought for sure that I would hate them, but I wore them like a pro which was expectable, I guessed. I did dress like that for a good many years, or so I was told anyway.

I tried on three different dresses in the expensive store while Drew gave his opinion. He didn't like the first two and would tell the two women who were making a tremendous fuss over me, no. They would leave and bring me something else. When I walked out in the short, flowing, black sequenced dress he instantly said no way.

I spun around looking in the mirror. I thought that it made me look extremely s.e.xy, and it made my legs look longer and my b.r.e.a.s.t.s look bigger.

"I'll take this one," I told the two ladies. They looked to Drew like they were asking his permission.

What the f.u.c.k?

"Whatever Mrs. Kelley wants," he offered, surrendering with his hands in the air.

I smiled at him, and he smiled back. We were absolutely flirting.

He took me to a nice restaurant for dinner where not only he, but I also continued to flirt. I even let him hold my hand on the way back to the car. I was sure we hadn't had s.e.x in a while, and I was a woman after all. I couldn't help it that things were stirring that hadn't been stirred in a while.

I said goodnight to Drew, and walked upstairs to my suite where I soaked in the glorious hot tub. I pulled on a pair of stretch shorts and a solid light pink shirt with a V cut neck. I'm not sure why I did it, but I opened the night stand drawer, and pulled out the e-reader.

Hmm, I thought, pulling myself up on the bed. I didn't turn down the cover. I had told Drew it was his fault that I walked around in sweats or flannels because he kept it so cold in there, he had adjusted the temperature, and it was rather warm in my room.

I tried to power it on, and it was dead. I looked in the drawer for the charger and had just gotten it plugged in when Drew was there. He took it out of my hand like he knew that I had it. I looked at him confused, not knowing what to say.

"You shouldn't read this yet, too much eye movement," he smiled.

"How did you know I even had it," I asked with a bit more att.i.tude than I meant to expose.

"I didn't know that you had it. I was just coming to ask you if you wanted to go for a walk around the property."

"Is that something that we used to do?" I asked, calming down from my accusations of I didn't know what.

"Yes, all the time, as soon as the sun was down."

"Sure," I replied with a smile. It was only ten o'clock, and I wasn't really tired anyway. It was obvious that he wasn't going to let me read, so I figured I may, as well.

He shook his head amused when I put on the socks and sneakers.

"You stop it," I said, knowing what he was thinking. I was flirting. Yup, that was what I was doing.

Drew held my hand as we walked around the property. I let him, and although I couldn't remember being in love with him before. I could see myself falling in love with him all over again.

"What do you do exactly, Drew?" I asked.

"You mean for work?"

"Yeah, I mean you obviously do something that pays very well."

He snickered a little. "Diamonds, beautiful diamonds, I have fifteen stores and just purchased three more that were getting ready to go under. I have been patiently waiting for months for them to go under enough to swoop in and take the burden off their hands with an exceptionally low price."

"Did they want to sell?"

"No, but they didn't really have a choice. My stores were overpowering them."

"That's kind of sad," I decided out loud.

"That is business," he replied. He stopped me by pulling my hand. I spun right into his chest.

I was terrified to look up. I knew that he wanted to kiss me. Did I want to kiss him? I wasn't sure, but I was about to find out. He lifted my chin with his hand and parted my lips with his tongue.

I pulled myself up on the tips of my toes to get closer to his lips. I did want to kiss him, and his kiss was shooting streams of fireworks right to my groin. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he pulled me closer. He ran one hand up the back of my shirt, and the other one through my hair and to the back of my neck, of course I moaned in his mouth.

Drew kissed me like that in the dark night of the back yard for, I didn't know how long. I could feel his girth on my stomach. It made me moan again.

"Sleep in my bed tonight," he whispered, to my lips.

Was I ready for that? My v.a.g.i.n.a was telling me that I was. It wasn't like I had never had s.e.x with the man for G.o.d's sake. What was I worried about.

I didn't answer and Drew led me back to the house by my hand. What the h.e.l.l was wrong with me? Did I forget how to have s.e.x too? I was sure I could keep up, but there was something that I just couldn't put a finger on that scared the h.e.l.l out of me.

Drew led me right to his room and moved me to his bed. He slid off my sneakers and socks. He ran his hands up my bare legs and told me to lie back. I did, and he removed my shorts and panties. He pulled me back up and helped me out of my braless shirt. I couldn't breathe.

He was moving too fast. I wasn't used to this and wasn't sure what to do. I didn't have to worry about it. Drew took control and instructively told me what to do.

All of a sudden I was scared. The look on his face instantly changed, and I was staring into the eyes of Satan.

"Spread your legs," he said with a tone that I didn't like. I didn't do it.

I trembled when he did it himself. What was he doing? Why was he making me feel this way? Shouldn't he be holding me in his arms, telling me that he loved me, and it was okay?"

That was the first night that I caught a glimpse or a vision. I wasn't sure what the h.e.l.l it was, but it scared the h.e.l.l out of me.

Drew ran his fingers up my slippery folds. My eyes closed, and I felt faint.

"Do you want to come, Morgan?" he asked in a voice that was familiar. I just didn't know why it sounded familiar.

How the h.e.l.l was I supposed to answer that? Of course, I wanted to come. I wanted to come the moment he touched me down there. He leaned on one elbow beneath me as his fingers did extraordinary things to me. I was so close. I was right there ready to climax when the image flashed through my mind. It was Drew. He hit me across the face with the back of his hand, and I heard his angry tone.

"I told you not to come," the voice echoed through my mind, and just like that it was gone.

It was enough though. It was enough to scare the living h.e.l.l right out of me. I quickly sat up.

"What's wrong?" he asked, shocked as I grabbed my clothes and started pulling them on.

"I don't know what it is. Something." I a.s.sured him.

He softly took me in his arms. "Morgan?" he said.

"Did you hit me, Drew?" I asked, looking up to him. I had to.

"What?" he asked like I was crazy. "No. I never hit you. Why would you ask something like that?"

"I just had a quick image of you hitting me."

"Baby, I'm sure it's just your mind playing tricks on you. Come back to bed with me."

"I can't," I admitted, pulling on my shorts. "I'm not ready for this."

I left him and headed back upstairs to my own safe room, but it didn't feel at all. I felt far from safe when I closed my door. I crawled into my bed and tried to relax.

Why did I just see Drew hit me? It was so real. Was it my subconscious? Did he really hit me? I was probably just being over sensitive. It was probably nothing. I let my mind drift off to what was about to happen in his bed. I knew that I was still wet and more than ready as I recalled his fingers doing what they were doing.

Before I knew it my own hands were inside of my panties, pleasing myself. It felt strange. I almost felt like he was watching me for some reason. I knew that it was crazy and was probably just in my over active imagination.

"Stop," I heard Drew whisper right beside my bed.

I did stop. I tried to conspicuously remove my hand without him knowing that it was there. How embarra.s.sing was that? Did he know? Why was he telling me to stop?

I stared at him with wide eyes as he removed the covers and ran his hand up my leg. He didn't look at my face and again slid me out of my shorts. I was frozen. I couldn't move. Twice now I had been on the brink of o.r.g.a.s.m. I wanted to stop him, but I didn't want to stop him. I wondered what the chances of him taking care of me and not making me have s.e.x with him were.

I could tell that he was trying exceedingly hard to be attentive with me, but for some reason he was fighting something. I just couldn't figure out what it was. The expressions changed rapidly from patient and loving to vengeance and hate. What the h.e.l.l was his problem? I didn't stop him again. I didn't have the control. I had a need that was dying to be filled.

He didn't let me come. Every time I would get close he would stop. I wanted to come so bad I could taste it. What the h.e.l.l was his problem? The third time that I was close, and he knew it, he stopped again. He took my leg and twisted it over my body so that I was half on my stomach. I wanted to protest, but when I felt his fingers slide my juices from the front of me all the way to the back, I couldn't. I was aroused, scared, and exposed, and all I could do was lay there and let him have his way. I knew then that he was the leader in the bedroom. I just wasn't sure how I felt about it. I obviously liked it. I did marry him almost eight years before.

I wasn't sure how I felt again when I felt his finger penetrating my a.n.u.s. I mean. I thought I liked it, but I didn't know if I was reacting out of fear or arousal. I grabbed the sheet and squeezed it into my fist as I felt him slide his finger into me. The other one had been dancing on my c.l.i.t up until that time. He moved it and used his hand to spread me more as his finger penetrated me, slowly in and out. I would have to say that it felt better when his finger was ma.s.saging my c.l.i.toris, but I still didn't stop him. I couldn't.

I almost panicked when I heard his zipper being slid down. I wanted to protest and stop him, but it was almost like I was afraid of him. Why would I be afraid of him?

I couldn't believe it. Our first time making love in who knew how long and he thought that he was going to put it in my a.s.s? I don't think so.

That was exactly what he did and I let him. He brought his knees to the bed and spread me as much as he could. As soon as I felt his finger slide out I felt the head of him trying to enter me, I had to protest.

"Drew," I said, trying to stop him.

"Shhhh," he countered as he moved in a little more. "I'll let you come too, don't worry."

What? Why would I worry? That vision suddenly became so real.

"Give me your hand," he requested.

I reached my hand to his. I thought he wanted to hold it, to rea.s.sure me. He wanted me to hold myself open for him so that he could put his hands on the bed to the sides of me and move in and out of me more forcefully.

This wasn't what I had in mind for our first time. He did hold true to his word. He moved into an upright position, pulling me with him and placed his thumb back to my core as he pulled me toward him. I called out in agonizing pleasure as he shoved deep into my a.s.s and released his own satisfaction.

"G.o.d, I missed you," he whimpered, pulled himself out of me, kissed me on the head and left.

What the f.u.c.k?

What just happened here? I felt violated, hurt, confused, and dirty. I jumped in the shower and scrubbed every inch of him off of me. I didn't love that man. I could never love someone like him. Did I? No. No. I couldn't love him. It was impossible.

I spent the better part of the next day in my room, afraid to face him after what had happened the night before. He sent a tray up with the cook, and I ate in my room. I felt like I was sinking into a hole, some sort of depression. I sat in the chair by the window and stared out blankly trying to figure out where I belonged. I didn't feel like it was there at all.

Around one in the afternoon, I heard a knock on my door. When I opened it there was a lady carrying a bag. I had forgotten all about the dinner party that I was attending with Drew. I didn't want to go. I wanted to go somewhere, but not there with him.

"I'm here to take care of your hair for the night.

Are you ready?"

I didn't need anyone to take care of my hair. I could take care of it myself. Did Drew send her?

Of course, I let her in, and we moved to the vanity.

She did my hair and makeup, taking almost two hours. My b.u.t.t hurt so badly from sitting, and I squirmed trying to ease the discomfort.