Underestimated Part 60

had gone to all three appointments with me. I truly did hope that he turned out to be the father. He was so excited.

I was almost tempted to tell Drew that I did have the paternity test, and the DNA was a perfect match to Dawson's. Dawson would have raised it as his own, no matter what the outcome was. I knew he would. I didn't do that, however. I may be crazy, but I wasn't quite that crazy---Yet.

Lauren had forgiven me and was back to waking me up too early and helping herself to my food. Dawson pretty much lived at my house, and Drew had probably moved onto Celeste. I didn't care. Yes I did. No, no, I didn't. It was better if he had. I knew that we needed to talk and start the divorce procedures. I was procrastinating. I guess I felt like once I did that, it was done, which should have been what I wanted, but it wasn't.

I hadn't spoken to Drew for almost three months other than the occasional emails that he sent about business that I didn't know anything about. I emailed him more than once and told him to do what he wanted, and that was why I had signed the power of attorney.

Dawson was raking leaves one evening when I was about five months pregnant. I walked back in the house to talk to Drew. He knew who it was and gave me a look, but continued to rake while I disappeared into the house.

"I need you to fly to Kingston," he blurted without so much as a h.e.l.lo, how are you, how's the baby?

"Kingston? Kingston what?" I asked.

"Canada. I just purchased a very prestigious jewelry store there, and I need you to sign some papers."

"I'm not flying to Canada, Drew. Why can't you do it? And furthermore, what the h.e.l.l are you doing buying more stores? Don't you have enough already?"

"I couldn't pa.s.s it up. I can't do it. I need your signature on this."

"Drew. I can't just pick up and fly to Canada."

"Why?"

"Because, I have a life too," I stated. Geesh.

"Morgan, I need you to do this. You can fly in and right back out. I will send a plane for you."

"When, Drew?" I asked annoyed.

"Next Thursday."

"I'm going to have to call you back and let you know."

"Why do you need to let me know? Do you need permission?"

"f.u.c.k you, Drew. I don't think you want to talk about asking permission," I replied. How dare him. I had to ask his f.u.c.king permission to go to the library. I wasn't about to take his s.h.i.t, not for one second.

"There will be a driver there to pick you up next Thursday. I will email you the details."

"I'm not going to Canada, Drew," I demanded to myself. He was gone, and his name was blinking across my screen.

"Well, what did he want now?" Dawson asked, coming in.

I was still standing there with my blank face, trying to make heads or tails out of Drew's demands.

"He needs me to fly to Canada and sign for a new property."

"No."

"No?" I asked, now annoyed with him. Why the h.e.l.l couldn't people realize that I was twenty seven f.u.c.king years old?

"I'm not letting you go there alone, Morgan," he demanded.

"Then go with me."

What the f.u.c.k? I didn't want him to go with me.

Where the h.e.l.l did that come from?

"When?" he asked.

"Next Thursday."

"I can't. Matt is taking next week off. Reschedule it for the next week and I will."

I knew that wouldn't work. Drew didn't wait on anyone. It was always on his terms.

"I'll see what I can do," I lied. I wasn't even going to mention it to him.

I checked my email religiously for the next five days, and every day there was nothing. I had even told Dawson that he must have changed his mind.

I got the email late Wednesday night. Dawson was in the shower, and I checked it for about the hundredth time since I had last spoke to him.

"Driver will be there at nine in the morning."

"Really Drew? You expect me to just jump on a plane with a twelve hour notice?" I emailed right back.

"You had five days' notice."

"You're such an egotistical idiot. I'm not coming."

"LOL." That was his last message in big bold letters. He wouldn't answer me back when I told him that I was being serious. Now I either had to really defy him or fight with Dawson. Like an idiot, I chose to fight with Dawson.

"I'm dead serious, Riley. I don't want you to go there alone. I'm begging you not to go there alone,"

Dawson pleaded when I told him.

"It's a two hour flight, Daw. I will be back by like three or four in the afternoon."

"I don't like it," he said.

Well duh, I knew that.

I wrapped my arms around his neck. "Stop worrying about me. I will be fine," I promised.

He laughed when the little one kicked him. My belly had really grown. It seemed like I woke up one morning, and it was there.

"There and back?" he asked, giving in. I was hoping he didn't stay mad. I needed him to control my raging hormones and hoped that they stayed intact until I got back. I didn't need to be s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g up and s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g Drew again.

Evidently Gary hadn't gotten the memo that I was

pregnant. His eyes darted straight to my stomach when I answered the door the following morning.

"Um, do you have a bag?" he stuttered.

"No. I'm not staying overnight," I replied, retrieving my purse. I should have known right that second that I wasn't coming home that night. The look that Gary gave me told me that I wouldn't be returning that night.

It was a pretty quick flight and I was driven to a five star hotel in Kingston and then escorted up to the penthouse suite. The only thing I could do was laugh after tipping the bellhop. The room was as romantic as I had ever seen. A black sleek evening dress lay across the bed with beautiful shoes to match. I picked up the note and laughed again.

"No panties."

f.u.c.k. He was planning on seducing me. My stupid v.a.g.i.n.a just happened to wake from the dead. How f.u.c.king convenient.

I dialed his number right away.

"I'm not staying here, Drew," I demanded as soon as he said h.e.l.lo.

"Yes you are," he replied. I was sure if I could see through the phone that he was grinning from ear to ear.

"No. I'm not. Where am I supposed to go sign these papers? And what the h.e.l.l am I supposed to do with this dress?" I yelled.

"Yes you are, the papers will be signed tonight, and you are supposed to put it on and meet me downstairs for dinner at six," he rattled off, answering every one of my firing questions.

"Why did I need to be here at eleven in the morning? Where are you planning on staying? Why didn't you tell me you were planning on me staying, and if you would have been around me over the last few months you would know that my five months pregnant belly is not going to fit in that dress."

"Look at the tag. Yes it will. I have to go wrap a few things up. I'll see you at six."

"Don't you dare hang up on me," I yelled a second too late.

"Grrrrr," I moaned, slamming my phone to the bed.

What the h.e.l.l was I supposed to do now? I was stuck in a romantic hotel room. Dawson was going to be p.i.s.sed.

"I'm coming after you," he yelled in the phone.

Yup. He's p.i.s.sed.

"No, you're not. I'm fine. He said the papers would be ready in the morning, and I will be home by noon," I lied to him once again thanks to Drew f.u.c.king Kelley.

"How the h.e.l.l am I supposed to know that he's not going to take you away some place, and I can't find you?"

"He's not going to do that, Daw. If that was his plan he would have already done it. I'm not afraid of Drew. I promise, I am fine, and I will see you tomorrow."

Dawson groaned through the phone. "Tell me you love me."

I smiled. "I love you. Don't worry about me."

"Take care of my baby."

"I will. I'll call you later."

I was a nervous freaking wreck sitting around that room all day. I sat out on the balcony overlooking the city for a while, but it was cold. I mostly just paced, waiting for six o'clock. This was a mind game. This was just another one of Drew's sick jokes. He knew I would go nuts with antic.i.p.ation.

Someone knocked on my door at four o'clock. I opened it to find two women and a cart.

"We're here to help you get ready, Mrs. Kelley,"

the younger of the two said.

I never said a word. I just snorted and let them in.

"Would you like a shower first?" the same girl asked.

I didn't know why I said yes. I'd just showered that morning, but I did want to freshen up my legs. Yes. I was already thinking about the night ahead with Drew. I was still going to be strong, and refuse to let him stay with me, but I knew how un-resilient I seemed to be around him so just in case, I showered.

The ladies blow dried my hair, curled it, did my nails, toes and fingers, my makeup and then helped me with my dress. I thanked them and waited another thirty minutes to meet Drew in the dining room. I looked in the full length mirror, and for a fat chick, I looked hot.

I knew how a.n.a.l Drew was about punctuality and decided to make him wait. I smiled down at my phone when I was being escorted to his table, fifteen minutes late. He lowered his when he saw me.

"You are stunning," he said, standing and kissing my cheek.

f.u.c.k, f.u.c.k, f.u.c.k, f.u.c.k, f.u.c.k.

Drew wasn't wearing his s.e.xy jeans or his customary suit. He was in gray dress slacks with a black cashmere sweater with the sleeves pushed up on his arms.

He was sporting a neatly trimmed five o'clock shadow, and I was no longer hungry, not for food anyway. I wanted to f.u.c.king devour him right there.

"Flying solo," I asked, trying to keep cool.

He smiled. He knew exactly what I was hinting at.

"Yes. She's in Vegas."

"Where's the paperwork?" I asked.