Underestimated Part 35

"I was sick. Somebody was taking care of me. He was making me drink chicken broth and kissing my back. I could hear waves. I was so sick, and then he left me. Was that you, Drew? Did you take care of me when I was sick?

Did you leave me?"

"I am sure that I took care of you when you were sick a time or to. Shhhh, you're okay. Go to sleep."

"Drew."

"Hmm?"

"Don't leave me," I pleaded.

He didn't answer, and only took a deep breath. I wanted him to kiss my hair, and tell me that he loved me the way the man in my dream did. He didn't. He lay very still with me in his arms.

I was awake when Drew woke in the morning. I didn't let him know that I was awake, and stayed still, lying on his chest with both of his arms securely around me. I knew he was awake when he moved his arms from me, almost like he was afraid of me or afraid of feelings that he was having for me. I felt his head move and look down at me sleeping on his chest. I wished I could see his face. He tried to slide from beneath me. I reached for him before he could leave.

"You said you wouldn't leave," I said opening my eyes, holding onto his wrist.

He smiled back at me. "I have to work," he said and tried to get up. I held his wrist.

"Kiss me," I demanded before he left.

He looked at me with a look that I hadn't seen from him. It wasn't the startled, afraid of me, baffled look. It was more like he was all of a sudden terrified of me. I knew that he didn't do intimacy. I don't know how I knew that. I just did.

I sat up and pulled myself across his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck. His right hand went to the satin on my back, and his left hand rested on my thigh. I dropped my head to his forehead and smiled at him, landing a small kiss on the corner of his lips.

"I don't know who you are anymore, Morgan," he admitted.

I smiled. "That's okay, I don't know who you are either." He smiled and laughed a short laugh.

"I have to get ready. Derik is going to be here wondering where I am."

"Tell him you were making love to your wife," I offered, getting another smile, but no response to my request.

I moved off of him, and he thought that I was going to let him up. I didn't and brought one leg over, straddling his waist. I took matters into my own hands and kissed him. He kissed me back with a moan. I won again. He flipped me over and took me quickly in the normal missionary style.

"Now can I go work?" he asked, looking down at me once we were both spent.

I traced his lips with my finger. "Yes, you can go work. Can I take your car today?" I asked as he rolled off of me.

I could tell that he didn't like it, but I had to get him to trust me. I had to make him know that I would come back to him every time. I would come back. I would come back unless I found out that the dark Drew that I once knew wasn't anything more than a figment of my imagination.

"Where are you going?"

"I don't know, shopping maybe, maybe to the park and to that little Bistro cafe for lunch."

"Promise me that you will stay on this side of the city? I don't want you in all the chaos of the strip."

"I promise," I said and got up. I kissed him, and let him leave.

I showered and felt good that morning. I blow dried my hair, parted it on the side and added loose curls.

I did my makeup, my nails and toenails. I looked in the closet at the ma.s.s of clothing. I found an outfit with tags still hanging from the band. It was a short outfit that was a little fancy for my taste, well for my post brain injury taste. I didn't know what my taste was before that. It was black satin shorts with a black sleeveless top. The shorts fit exceptionally nice and the sleeveless top was cut low in the front with bright blue trim bringing the focus to my cleavage. The front of the top was cut at a point and the back was shorter showing a little midriff. I thought I looked hot. I smiled. I put on a pair of dangling silver earrings and a wide silver and gold bracelet. I wondered where I had gotten them and wondered if Drew had bought them for me. He didn't have to buy them. He owned them.

I remembered.

I walked down the stairs wearing a pair of black heels with a delicate strap wrapping around my ankle twice. I opened Drew's office door, without knocking, of course. He and Derik both were going over some charts strung about his desk.

Derik looked annoyed. Drew's jaw dropped when he saw me.

"I need your keys," I said walking over to him.

He fumbled for his keys in his pocket.

"What the h.e.l.l are you doing, Drew?" Derik asked.

He didn't want me to leave alone for some reason.

I shot him a dirty look. Who the h.e.l.l did he think he was?

Drew placed his keys in my hand, and I kissed him. I was sure that wasn't something that I did before either. Derik was the one picking his jaw up next.

I started out of the office and then turned back.

"Drew?"

"Yeah?"

"I need some money," I stated, remembering that I had an expired credit card in my purse, and that was it.

He smiled and took his wallet from the inside of his suit jacket. I walked back to him and took it from his hand. I looked up to him with a smile, and he leaned in and kissed me. He did it. I never even moved toward him for that. He did it all on his own. I smiled a victorious smile inside.

I left but purposely didn't let the door close all the way. I wanted to hear what Derik had to say.

"What the f.u.c.k is wrong with you?" Derik asked.

"Nothing. Don't worry about it."

"I thought you said that you would have her back to being your little s.e.x slave in no time. You're letting her dictate you. What the f.u.c.k, Drew? You're going to ruin everything."

"I'm not going to ruin anything. I would rather her trust me and not run again."

"I saw the way you looked at her, Drew. You're playing with fire. You're going to get us both burned. You need to reel her back in, like right now. I've got almost ten years invested in your get rich scheme. You're not going to ruin this for me. What are you going to do when she wakes up and remembers how you used to beat the f.u.c.k out of her and torment her with your sick s.e.x games?"

"Drop it, Derik," Drew warned.

"Leave me alone with her for a week. I'll make her remember why she is here. What about Skyler? Do you remember her?"

"I haven't talked to Skyler in months. I'm over that.

Get back to work."

"We need to stick to the plan here, Drew, better yet, we need to go kill off the old man and do away with her before she ruins it all."

My heart sank as I quietly walked away from the door. What the h.e.l.l are those two up to? I ran? Where did I go? How did I get back here? Where was I? How long was I gone? I had so many questions and couldn't answer a one of them.

Chapter 16.

I sat on the bench at the park in my fancy clothes, feeling sorry for myself. He did hit me. He did do s.a.d.i.s.tic s.e.x acts on me. All of my insights were right, all but one which I didn't understand. Why did the mention of another woman make me jealous? Drew didn't love me. He never did. He was in love with Skyler, whoever that was. I sat staring blankly at the dry cracked ground for over an hour.

I had to snap out of it. I had to stick to the plan.

What f.u.c.king plan, Riley?

I did it again. Who the h.e.l.l is Riley, and why did I keep referring to her as me?

Okay. Morgan, you can either sit here and have a pity party all day or you can keep doing what you've been doing. What if they were planning on killing me? I heard Derik say that they needed to get rid of me. Why? I didn't have anything that they could want.

Stop it, Morgan. Let's just think for a minute.

Maybe I should run. I did it before apparently. Maybe I was Riley when I did. I couldn't run. Where would I run to? I didn't even know who I was. I got up from the bench and went about my planned day. I had lunch at the little cafe, went to a book store and bought two magazines and a romance novel. Why the romance novel, I didn't know. I didn't think it was my type of book, but it looked interesting.

I knew I had lost my mind when I walked into the next store. Well, I really did lose my mind. I had an excuse. I was in a corner store with every kind of s.e.x toy imaginable. What the h.e.l.l was I doing?

The store was fairly empty. I was glad of that. The older woman running the place paid me no mind as I walked around looking at the different objects. I shook my head, not believing I was about to do what I was about to do. I bought my two items with Drew's credit card and left with my head down. I stopped at the little cafe again before heading back to the mansion. I bought Drew one of the Danish's that I had. They were mouthwatering, delicious. I bought him some sort of fancy coffee with whip cream and chocolate swirled on the top.

Once again I didn't knock. Derik looked p.i.s.sed. I didn't care. I was p.i.s.sed.

"Can you leave us for a few," I asked him.

He huffed. "No," he point blank replied.

"Go, Derik," Drew demanded.

He gave me a dirty look and stormed out. I should probably watch my back.

"You have got to stop doing that. I am trying to work here."

"Why don't you go to work like normal people?" I asked, and caught his half a grin.

"What can I do for you, Mrs. Kelley?" he smirked.

"You mean now or later?" I asked with a serious expression.

"Now."

I gave him the bag with the pastry and opened the lid on his coffee. "I brought you something," I said. He looked surprised. I must have never brought him anything before.

"You didn't bring Derik any?"

I glared at him with narrowed eyes. "I don't like him."

"Why?"

"I don't know. I think he hurt me before."

"What do you mean?" Drew asked with a peculiar look.

"I don't know. It's probably nothing, just a feeling I get around him. Forget it."

"I'm not sure I want to forget it," Drew was defensive over me, maybe this wasn't such a lost cause after all.

"I bought you something else too," I said with a s.e.xy look, wanting to forget about Derik.

Drew sipped his coffee. "Why are you buying me stuff?" he asked.

I moved in front of him and leaned against his desk right between his legs. I slid my hand into the brown paper sack and pulled out the a.n.a.l beads with a smile. His eyes widened, but he couldn't control his lip curling up a little.

"You are a bad girl," he smiled.

I pulled out the next toy, one that I was certain he would enjoy trying out. It was a metal ring that went around the base of his shaft with two rods sticking out in different directions. When he moved into me, the silver b.a.l.l.s would move in and out of my a.s.s. The other rod would hit my c.l.i.t with every thrust.

"You're crazy," he smiled.

"But you like it, right?"

"I do," he admitted.

"Good. Now stand up and kiss me so that you can get back to work."

Drew did exactly what I told him to do. He stood, spreading my legs with his and kissed me. He even went as far to wrap his arms around my back and grind into me.

I moaned in his mouth.

"I thought you had work to do," I exclaimed, placing my hand on his chest.

"I do. Get out of here," he said with a quick peck to my lips and a swat to my behind as I walked away.

Derik glared at me right outside the door. I knew that he couldn't believe my audacity, but I didn't care. I couldn't believe his.

I went upstairs and changed. I only wore the fancy duds to impress Drew. I think I succeeded. I hated them. I was done impressing him. I changed into a pair of white stretch shorts with a blue stripe running down both legs and a blue camisole.

I walked to the kitchen barefoot, and Marta was putting away the sack of groceries that I had brought home.