Underestimated Part 8

"I will show you to your quarters, Mrs. Kelley."

"I am not Mrs. Kelley. Stop calling me that," I demanded. She shushed me.

"That is what I am ordered to call you. Please don't make it difficult for me. I am just trying to do my job."

"But don't you even care that I don't want to be here? I don't want to be his wife. I don't even want to be in the same state as him. I hate him already."

The lady shushed me again. "Everything that you say Mrs. Kelley is heard by Mr. Kelley," she whispered.

Great so now I am going to be spied on too.

"Do you have a name?" I asked.

"Rebecca," she answered, moving me right along.

She opened the double doors, and I couldn't help but suck in a deep breath at the beauty of the room, my room. It was absolutely gorgeous. The king size bed was bigger than my whole bedroom in the trailer. I never saw Drew again that night or for the next seven nights. Rebecca explained to me that he had to fly to Africa on business, and he would talk to me when he returned. I hoped he didn't return, and his plane went down in the African rain forest, and he was eaten by a lion.

Rebecca showed me around, and I gasped again at the bathroom. She told me to get cleaned up and to come back to the kitchen after I was bathed. She explained that she had a few things sent for me but not much, and I would have a fitting the following day for more clothes.

A fitting?

I showered with shower heads. .h.i.tting every part of my body. I had to admit even though I was scared s.h.i.tless, wondering what the h.e.l.l a good looking rich man would want to marry me for, I couldn't help but be just a little excited. The shower gel scent was outlandish and left my skin feeling soft and smooth.

I put on the pants suit that was left for me on my luxurious bed and it was so pretty and soft, it made me want to do my hair and put on makeup. I didn't of course. I didn't have anything to do that with, yet.

I wanted to open every door that I pa.s.sed as I went to find Rebecca. I pa.s.sed another younger girl that didn't speak or look at me. She was carrying a stack of towels, and I a.s.sumed she too worked for Drew.

I didn't sit at the ma.s.sive table in the dining room.

I sat in the kitchen at the table that was still at least three times bigger than my wobbly table back home. I had the best meal I had ever had in my life. I had heard of shrimp scampi from the magazines that I used to get from the library and always looked at the recipes wishing that I could try some of them.

I actually went to bed with a smile. I had the biggest flat screen TV that you could possibly buy. I stayed up so late watching all of the channels. We had a TV back home, but it was an old console one, and we didn't have cable. We had an antenna and only got two channels. You had to beat the side of it every so often to make the lines stop rolling up it. I was so comfortable in the ma.s.sive plush bed with satin designer sheets. I couldn't believe that I was there. I think it was around two in the morning when I finally turned off the television and dozed off.

I had slept until almost eleven before Rebecca finally came into wake me.

"Mrs. Kelley, it's time to wake up. You have an appointment at noon," she said.

I remember thinking that it must have been a dream. I felt so good in the bed, and the silk nightgown felt elegant against my skin. I didn't want to wake up. I liked the dream.

"Mrs. Kelley," Rebecca called again, waking me from my dream that wasn't a dream after all. "You have to get up and get something to eat. You have an appointment soon."

"Appointment for what?" I asked sleepily. "Where am I going?"

"You have an appointment here to have your hair and nails done, and they are doing your fitting so that you can get more clothes."

This is not real. This doesn't happen in real life.

I was going to put on the same pant suit from the night before, but it was gone and a new light pink pants and jacket were in its place. It was the softest material I had touched in my life. I looked at the tag, and it said 100% cashmere. I didn't want to put on the stockings or the shoes. I loved the feel of the plush carpet under my feet, but I did wear them. I had a feeling bare feet weren't quite acceptable around there.

I had fruit and coffee for breakfast. I was eighteen and had never tasted coffee in my life. It was divine with just a hint of vanilla.

"What does Drew do, Rebecca?" I asked, curious about his business.

"That is a subject for you and Mr. Kelley," she replied. I had a feeling that she was pretty loyal to Drew, and I wouldn't be getting any information from her.

My hair was past my waist. I wasn't upset at all about cutting it. I had wanted it cut for a long time. I had even tried to cut some of the length off myself, but the only scissors that I could find in the trailer were too dull to cut one strand. I was not as happy about dying it. I liked my brown hair and wasn't crazy about being a blonde.

"You can cut it, but I will decline the blonde," I said.

Rebecca bent down to my ear sitting in the chair.

"Mr. Kelley wants your hair lightened. Don't be difficult, please," she pleaded.

I let them do my hair. I let them do my nails and a pedicure that felt wonderful. I loved being pampered and couldn't believe that I had three people sucking up and kissing my a.s.s the way that they were. However when it came to the bikini wax I was having no part of it. My hair was down there for a reason, and n.o.body was waxing it off, let alone one of these strangers, especially the guy. I threw a fit for ten minutes, refusing to lie on the table.

Rebecca pulled me out to the hall and pointed to three men.

"Mrs. Kelley, I am ordered to have you forcefully held down by those three men if you refuse to cooperate. I don't want to do that, and it is not in your best interest either. Please just let them do their job. You are done after that, and can do whatever you want."

"Rebecca, why do I have to do that? I don't want my v.a.g.i.n.a waxed."

"I am afraid it's going to happen whether you want it to or not."

I couldn't believe that I was laying on top of that table getting a bikini wax. I didn't want the guy in there but lost that fight too. He was there explaining that he was going to brush something on me, sort of like Anbesol for toothaches. He said that it would help with the pain.

Pain? Really? This truly wasn't real life.

I closed my eyes in embarra.s.sment and humiliation while my pubic hair was being ripped from my body. I didn't even protest when the guy lifted my right knee and rubbed warm wax on my left lip. I knew I would just be fighting a losing battle. I did scream however when he swiftly pulled it off. He did the same with my right leg and then rolled me to my side, making sure I was clean all the way back to my other hole. I had never been so humiliated in my life, and they acted like it was no big deal. I a.s.sumed that it probably wasn't, and I certainly wasn't the first girl that they had given a bikini wax to.

Rebecca told me that I could shower and that I was done for the day. She said that my supper should be about ready and to come to the kitchen when I was ready.

I decided to bath in the oversized tub and hissed a little when the hot water reached my recently stripped s.e.x.

I slid my hand down, and the only patch of hair was a neatly trimmed line running straight down the middle. I touched the smoothness of my lips and actually liked the feel of it.

I stood naked in front of the full length mirror. I didn't look like the same girl. My hair was cut just below my shoulders and tapered around my face. The highlights and the blonde made me look older than I was. I wondered if that was the purpose of going blonde. I moved my eyes down my curves and once again touched my naked s.e.x. I knew that this was another one of Drew's demands, and got a little nervous when I thought about him wanting to have s.e.x with me. I knew it was inevitable and that it was just a matter of time. Why else would he demand that I be a virgin or want me naked down there? Any idiot could figure that out.

Later that night, once I was in my bed for the night, my phone rang beside my bed. I didn't know whether or not I should answer it. Was it my phone or was it ringing throughout the house?

"h.e.l.lo," I finally answered.

"h.e.l.lo, you are even more beautiful now," the voice said, and I knew that it was Drew.

"How do you know how I look?" I asked, looking around the room for a camera.

"I can see you in every room of my house, my dear."

"Every room?" I asked, thinking about touching myself in front of the mirror. He laughed.

"Yes, my love, every room, but for future references, you're not allowed to touch yourself."

"Go to h.e.l.l. I'll do what I want, when I want," I scolded. Who did he think he was?

He laughed again. "I a.s.sure you, Mrs. Kelley, you won't, and I wouldn't advise you to speak to me like that forthcoming."

"Why?" I said boldly. He was in Africa, although I knew that I wouldn't have spoken to him like that had he been standing in front of me.

"Because you will be punished for outbursts like that."

"And how do plan to punish me?" I asked, but was already in half of a panic attack.

"I am sure you will soon find out. I will see you in a few days, Mrs. Kelley," he said and hung up.

"Riley!" Dawson called. I was sure that it wasn't the first time he had called my name.

I turned to look at him.

"One of these days you are going to have to tell me where it is you go when you zone out like that," he stated.

I hadn't even noticed the credits rolling up the screen.

"Sorry," I said and shut the television off. I looked at the clock and knew that he should be leaving soon. It was the weekend. He worked the nightshift, and had to go home to change.

I picked up our beer bottles and carried them to the kitchen. I turned around, and Dawson was right there. He didn't give me time to speak, or protest when he backed me up to the sink and kissed me.

d.a.m.nit, Dawson. Why do you have to go and mess up a good thing?

I parted my lips just a little, and his tongue darted in and entwined with mine. I hadn't even realized that I had moaned in his mouth until I heard it with my own ears.

It was most certainly my moan. His hands went up my sides and around my back pulling me closer to him, and I didn't have the power to make him stop.

Really v.a.g.i.n.a? You traitor.

It was a good thing that he stopped because I was ready to rip my clothes off right there on the kitchen floor.

"Jesus, Ry," he whispered to my lips.

"What the h.e.l.l did you do, sheriff?"

"I don't know, but I liked it," he said, kissing me softly again and then pulling away.

"You better get out of here," I whispered back to his lips, willing myself not to shove my tongue down his throat again.

"Yes, I better," he agreed and kissed me again, and again, and again. He finally pulled away and I followed him to the door, locking up behind him.

What the f.u.c.k was that?

I cleaned up the kitchen and crawled into bed, flipped on the television and dialed Lauren.

"What's wrong," she answered alarmed.

"Dawson freaking kissed me," I blurted out.

"He did? How was it?"

"I don't know yet, confusing I guess."

"Ry, you should have known that it was going to happen. I mean you two do spend a lot of time together."

"I am not ready for that, Lauren."

"Forget that. Life is too short to wait around. I have to go, Ry. I'm getting ready to sing. I will be over in the morning."

"Okay, break a leg. I'll see you tomorrow."

Chapter 5.

I lay there for a long time, thinking about Dawson, and of course it led to Drew. I thought about the first time that he and I did anything. He was gone for seven days, and I had just started getting used to being in the exquisite house, and having servants doing everything for me. They did everything from my hair to picking out my clothes. I even had delicious meals prepared three times a day. I had full access to every room in the house and the pool outside. My favorite thing to do was ride around the property alone on one of the four golf carts.

You don't know how many times I scoped the place out, thinking about running away on my little golf cart. Of course I was always too scared to try it, and knew that the battery would be dead before I ever even got off of his property. I didn't know how much land he had, but I was sure that it was a lot.

It was later in the evening, and I had already retired to my room for the night. I didn't even think about it when I saw the fresh clean nightgown and panties on my bed. I was starting to get used to having my clothes laid out every morning and every night. I grabbed the panties and left the nightgown on the bed.

I walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around me and Drew was sitting on my bed. I jumped and pulled the towel tighter around my naked body.

"What are you doing in here?" I asked.

"Now, is that any way to greet your husband after being gone for a week?" he asked with a smirk.

"You could have stayed gone for a month, and I wouldn't have cared."

He stood up and was in my face in a split second.

"Where are your manners? Mrs. Kelley."

"I ain't got none," I yelled back.

"I don't have any," he corrected my hick language, "now, say it again."

"f.u.c.k you!" I said through my gritted teeth.

That was the first time he hit me. The back of his hand went right across my right cheek bone, and I almost hit the floor.