Chapter 16

 

 

“Skyler didn’t understand any of it. She wanted to live at the mansion with me. She always loved the mansion, even when she’d come there with her father to conduct business. She talked crazy shit about all the things she wanted to do to the place. She couldn’t do anything until I got rid of Michael’s offspring,” Drew continued.

I was actually into his story today. Intrigued with how he truly felt about my being there against both our wills.

“This was going to be harder than I thought. Skyler wasn’t going to lay down and let me do this. ‘What do you mean, I can’t stay there? Of course I can. We’ve planned this all along,’ she whined over lunch. I never thought about the events that Callaway would insist that I attend with Morgan. He wouldn’t hear of me bringing Skyler instead of Morgan. Fuck. I hated that stupid little bitch. She was ruining everything.”

“Drew, stop calling me names. I’m sitting right here,” I demanded in a raised voice.

“I’m not calling you names. I’m telling a story from a long time ago,” he assured me with an encouraging smile before continuing on, “I tried to appease Skyler, ‘Shit is going on right now, Skyler. Callaway doesn’t want you there. None of this is mine until he’s gone. You know that. Do you want me with no money? Do you want me to go find a job and rent us some apartment on Fremont Street? Would that make you happy, Skyler?’ I shook my head when she bowed her head to her lap. Of course she didn’t want me without the money. She was bred into this shit. It was always about the money.

‘Just tell me what is going on. I should be part of this too, Drew. We are a couple.’

Yeah, tell that to Callaway and my wife, I thought. ‘Skyler, just let me deal with this. You know what Callaway thinks of your parents. He’s going to dictate everything I do for a while. You know this.’

‘But, why do you have to give up the apartment? Where am I going to go when I need to get away from my parents? You know how much my mother drives me crazy. How are we even going to see each other?’

‘Do I not travel a lot? You’ll go with me. I’m sure Randal won’t be doing anymore traveling. You like Jena. Derik will be with me most of the time, and you and Jena can tag along.’

‘I don’t really like Jena. I only hang out with her when everyone else is busy.’

‘Why don’t you like her?’

‘I like her, I guess. I just think she’s a little tawdry.’

I laughed. ‘You think Jena is tasteless?’

‘A little. I mean who shops at Carson’s?’

I shook my head unnoticeably, closing my eyes. The girl I loved was exasperating and as high maintenance as they came. Her parents, mostly her mother, played a role in that.  My phone rang: Callaway. I didn’t want to answer Callaway’s call in front of Skyler. He was going to ask about Morgan. However, Callaway wasn’t someone you ignored. He called, you answered, simple as that, just like his prick son. ‘Hello,’ I answered, looking down, like that would keep Skyler from hearing my conversation.

‘Hello. How’s my granddaughter?’

‘She’s doing just fine, settling in quite nicely,’ I lied

‘Good, does she need anything? Is she adapting okay?’

‘She has everything she needs. She’s adapting just fine. I’ll keep you posted.’

‘Where are you? Are you with her now? I’d like to speak to her.’

‘I’m actually with a client right now. Can I call you back?’

‘Yes. Call me back. You selling something good?’

‘Trying to. I’ll call you when I’m finished.’ I ended the call.

‘Who?’ Skyler instantly asked.

‘Who what?’

‘Who is settling in nicely?’

‘A new manager for the strip store. I’ve got to get going, Sky, do you need a ride?’

‘No, I’m meeting some friends.’ She smiled.

‘What friends?’

‘Just girlfriends, we’re going shopping. When am I going to see you again?’

‘Soon. I’m trying to set up a deal in Los Angeles now. I’ll take you with me,’ I promised, standing and pulling her chair out for her.

I walked down the sidewalk with Skyler’s hand in mine, hating anything to do with Callaway blood. I didn’t want to go to the mansion, to Morgan. I wanted to wrap my arms around Skyler and fall asleep, smelling her blonde hair. I held her tight, feeling like we were saying goodbye or something.

‘Jesus, Drew. You act like we’re never going to see each other again. I love you, I’ll call you later,’ Skyler said.

I gave her a quick kiss and watched her walk away, swinging her ass with just enough sway. I should have taken her some place before going back to the mansion, maybe it would have helped when I sat at Michael’s—my desk and flipped on the cameras. Morgan was floating around the pool, looking way to fine. I got up, walked to the pool, and ordered her to go upstairs. I played with my wife for a couple hours that afternoon. I played with her pussy while watching television on her bed, made her suck my dick, prolonging my time with her as long as possible. That was the first time I’d ever used a foreign object on Morgan. I’d gotten up to go to the bathroom, ordering her to keep her legs spread. I saw the green tube on her vanity, I’m not even sure what it was, but I knew where it was going.”

“Oh, my god, Drew. You don’t have to tell her everything,” I argued his choice of stories.

“Does this bother you,” Drew asked Deidra.

What about me? I’m the one who spoke up. It fucking bothers me, you moron.

“You’re fine, continue,” Deidra requested nonchalantly.

Was this not bothering her at all?

“It was mascara,” I pouted, crossing my arms.

“Excuse me?” Drew asked.

“Mascara, that’s what you used on me.”

“Oh, anyway. I lay between her legs, staring at her wet pussy, slid the tube up and down her slit, and then in and out of her pussy.”

I moved my eyes to the ceiling, trying to rid the ridiculousness of my husband and now the throbbing between my legs while Drew took us both back to that day.

“Morgan became my new obsession. I couldn’t get enough of her. She was always on my computer—always. Knowing I had to go downstairs to meet Derik and actually work, I fucked Morgan, came in her mouth, and left her alone, ignoring the ringing phone with Derik’s name on the screen.

‘What are you doing?’ Derik cautiously asked as I descended the stairs.

‘Noting, let’s get this conference call going. Call Lois, have her make arrangements for us to fly out tomorrow. You can take Jena along if you want. I’m taking Skyler.’

‘You fucked her, didn’t you?’ Derik probed.

‘No,’ I countered, unlocking the office door.

‘Bring us coffee,’ I ordered Rebecca from the door.

‘You’re a liar. You fucked her.’

‘Shut the fuck up. I just shot a load in her mouth. Bitch deserves it,’ I told Derik.”

I’ll show you, bitch deserves it.

“For whatever reason, Derik’s comment pissed me off when he asked, ‘Damn, dude, let me go hit it too.’

I didn’t want anyone touching her. She was mine. I owned her until I could get rid of her, and not him or anyone else was going to touch her. ‘I already told you, you’re not touching her.’

‘Why? You did.’

‘She’s my wife.’

‘Come on, man, I haven’t been in anyone but Jena in two years. I won’t fuck her. Just let me shoot a load in her mouth too.’

’You touch her and you’ll be flipping burgers. Where’s the Henderson account?’ I asked, taking my coffee from Rebecca, wanting to get down to business. Derik and I worked diligently well into the afternoon until Rebecca tapped on the door, asking if we would like lunch. ‘Where’s Morgan?’ I asked, wanting her there as well.

‘She’s eating in the kitchen,’ Rebecca replied, setting a basket of rolls in front of me.

‘She needs to come to the table.’

‘Are you fucking kidding, Drew?’ Derik asked, seeing Morgan walk to the dining room table, heels clicking across the elaborate tile. She did look sexy as hell. She was wearing a cream colored pants suit, cut low in the front, black heels and her hair, wow, it was beautiful. I loved the blondness in her hair.

Morgan sat and barely touched her food. We didn’t include her in our conversation around the table, but I did glance at her often. I couldn’t help it. She was somewhat striking,” Drew admitted, glancing my way.

I smiled back at him, loving his description of me then, even when I hated him, he thought I was hot.

Getting back to his story, Drew said, “I answered a call from Callaway, ‘Hello.’

‘Drew, how’s my girl?’ he cheerfully asked. He didn’t sound sick at all. He sounded chipper and ready to take on the world.

‘She’s doing just fine, we’re actually having lunch together.’ That would win me a few brownie points I was sure. ‘Good, bring her to the Conner engagement party tonight.’

‘I don’t think that’s such a good idea. Morgan is not quite ready for that,’ I tried dissuading Callaway.”

I remembered that day too. I sat there in silence while Drew talked about me like I wasn’t there, and Derik stared at me like he wanted to eat me for lunch.

“Callaway warned me, ‘What do you mean? Don’t you say anything bad about her where she can hear,’

‘I walked away from the table,’ I lied to Callaway looking at Morgan who glanced my way, knowing I was speaking of her. I didn’t care if she heard me. ‘Morgan is somewhat, how do I say this? Her language is what you might call backyard slang. I don’t think she is ready to be around the class of people that we are accustomed to. I’d be a little embarrassed to say that she is my wife.’

‘Hmmm, I suppose you’re right. Get her the proper etiquette teacher. I need her up to par so that she can be at your side. I want to know how she is doing.’

‘Yes, sir. I’ll get on it right away.’ I left Morgan at home that night and attended the engagement party alone. Rolling my eyes at the political statement of the newly engaged couple, I entered the extravagant ballroom, immediately taking a drink from a very cute little caterer. Looking around as I sipped the girly wine, I saw Mr. Callaway sitting in his wheelchair in the center of the room. He laughed loudly with the group of men around him. What the fuck? He didn’t look like death at all. His color looked normal. Shit, he looked healthy. Other than the fact that he was sitting in a wheelchair, you’d never guess he’d been sick at all. I made small talk with a few people as I made my way to Callaway. I heard Skyler’s laugh and turned to see her in a circle of girls. She nodded my way and continued her conversation. I hoped she would, but I wasn’t sure how long she’d stay away from me. It wasn’t in her nature. She really didn’t care what Callaway thought of her. She would, however, care that I’d just married his granddaughter.

‘There’s my boy,’ Callaway proudly spoke. Shaking a few hands and exchanging greetings.

I listened to Callaway brag about my New York deal. Derik joined the clique, jumping right in on the conversation. I smiled at Valerie from across the room. She had her arm looped through her husband’s, eyeing me with a seductive glare. It had been a while since I’d been with her, at least six months or so. Morgan was the first thing that came to mind when I stared back. I didn’t really need Valerie anymore. Morgan could fulfill that part of my sexual needs, and it was a little more exciting than Val was. Morgan’s timid demeanor, forcing her to do it, and her submitting to me did more to me than Valerie’s eager willingness.”

“Glad I could help,” I interrupted again.

Drew ignored me, lost in the past. “Conspicuously walking to the table to speak to my beautiful girl in red, I picked up a bacon wrapped shrimp. I loved Skyler in red and knew she wore that dress for me.”

Ahhh, how fucking sweet. Fucker.

“I smiled over at Skyler. ‘You look beautiful.’

‘Thank you. You look pretty yummy yourself. We’re spending the night together, right?’

‘No, I’m taking you away tomorrow, remember? We have a business trip to tend to.’

‘I remember, but I was really hoping you’d help me out of this dress later.’ She flirted.

Damn, I did want to do that. I needed Skyler to keep me somewhat normal. ‘I can’t. I’ve got too much to get done tonight in preparation for this trip. I’ll talk to you later.’ I winked, catching the disapproving look from Callaway, and walked away from her. I should have left. I should have used the excuse of having work to do. Valerie pulled me to the dance floor, forcing me to dance with her. Skyler smiled as I looked to her for help. Of course she didn’t help. She couldn’t. Callaway would have wheeled himself right to the dance floor and caused a scene had I danced with Skyler instead. He wasn’t going to like it when he saw that I was with Valerie, but wouldn’t protest it. He still needed Patrick, sending him his high end clients. ‘How are you, Valerie?’ I asked, pulling her closer. For a middle aged woman, Valerie had it all together, in all the right places. She was hot.

‘Truthfully? Horny and guess what, Drew?’

‘Uh, uh. I can’t,’ I objected, knowing her plan.

‘Yes, you can. As soon as this song is over, I’m going to walk down the hall and you’re going to wait two minutes and follow me,’ she ordered. I laughed.

‘You don’t give the orders in this relationship.’

‘Fine, follow me and order me.’

Shit, if my dick didn’t just grow at the thought of it. I wasn’t doing it though. I couldn’t. I couldn’t handle three women. Valerie and I wouldn’t be doing this anymore, not after tonight anyway.

I watched her walk out of the room, away from the party, shaking my head in disbelief at her as she gave me the eye to follow her. ‘Excuse me,’ I politely spoke to Callaway and the three other men I’d been standing by. I wasn’t sure where she went. Walking down the empty hall, I looked around, trying to figure out where she’d gone. Surely she didn’t expect me to go into the ladies room. There were too many women going in and coming out with freshly painted lips. We’d surely get caught. Valerie pulled me into the dark room. I think it was a library or something. I could see the shelves of books lining the walls in the dark room. ‘Get on your knees, you’re going to get us killed,’ I said, unfastening my belt and releasing my already erect cock to her mouth. Valerie could give the most amazing head. I loved fucking her mouth, which I did, sliding in and out, down her throat until I couldn’t take it a second longer. Pulling her up, I ran my hand up her leg and to her panty-less crotch. She was so fucking wet. She would have done anything I told her to do at that moment. She wanted to come so fucking bad I could taste it. ‘Does your pussy need to be fucked?’ I asked, kissing her.

She moaned, squirming below my fingers.

‘Turn around,’ I beckoned, pushing her to what looked like an executive table.

She moaned again when I slid into her wet pussy and then to her ass. I reached around, played with her clit and fucked the hell out of her ass.

‘Mom!’ We both heard the voice calling from the hall.

‘Oh, god. Don’t stop, Drew,’ Valerie begged.

I couldn’t have stopped if I wanted to. I pounded harder until she dropped to the table, trying to stifle her pleasure, and I dropped with her.

‘Have you seen my mom?’ We heard Skyler from the hall.

‘Your daughter is looking for you. Get out of here,’ I ordered, putting myself away. ‘Sorry, love. I was on the phone,’ Valerie lied to Skyler as she left the room satisfied.”

“Drew,” I interrupted again. I couldn’t help it. I didn’t know this fact either.

“What?” he asked, when I just sat there by Deidra with my mouth hanging open.

“Valerie is Skyler’s mother? Oh, my god. That’s disgusting.”

“Yeah, well, her pussy wasn’t disgusting,” Drew retorted.

“You need help.”

“I’m getting it.” He waved his hand towards Deidra.

“Can we be finished for the day?” I asked, turning to Deidra. I’d heard enough for one day. Why didn’t I know this? I wanted to disinfect my ears.

“Yes, we’re over a few minutes anyway,” Deidra explained, looking at the clock on the wall. “I’ll see you next Thursday,” she said, standing.