Chapter 12

 

I was ready to go. I didn’t want to hear anymore. I’d been sitting there listening to Drew talk about how fucked up his life was, how he was being forced to bring home white trash.

“I went to West Virginia, and offered your mother a significant amount of money,” Drew continued.

“How much money?” I wanted to know for whatever reason.

“I don’t know, Morgan. Callaway had it in a sealed envelope. I never looked.”

I didn’t reply as he continued.

“What the fuck was I supposed to tell Skyler? That was the last thought before I drifted off to sleep in the plane after paying off your mother, hoping I would wake up and the nightmare would be over with. It wasn’t, far from it.”

I was the nightmare? Humph. Jerk.

“It was after midnight when I was let in by my doorman. I was tired and anxious to see Skyler. Keying in the door code, the apartment was dark. I toed off my dress shoes, wondering if Skyler had left. It was still a little early for her. Walking to the kitchen I popped a couple aspirin, swallowing them with a bottle of some sort of fancy sparkling water, something Skyler had bought, I was sure.”

Thanks asshole, glad to know Skyler bought water. It’s a very important part of the story. Actually, I was a little impressed that Skyler could buy water. I’d met her on several occasions. She was quite the air head, if you ask me.

“Her long blonde hair flowed to the side as she lay sleeping in my bed. I couldn’t help the twinge in my crotch, seeing her lying there with one leg cocked, giving me a perfect view of her black panties. Well, not really. It was dark, but I knew what was there.” Drew chuckled.

I didn’t find it a bit funny.

“Sitting on the side of the bed, I ran my hand up the back of her leg and to her glorious ass. She moaned.”

You fuckin bastard. Really?

“Rolling to her back she mumbled, ‘Hi.’

My hand grazed the satin of her panties as she turned.

‘Hey, beautiful,’ I spoke, running my thumb between her legs.

‘Drew, I’m tired. Can’t we do that tomorrow?’

‘You’re joking. I haven’t seen you in almost a week. I need to fuck you.’

‘Drew. Why do you have to talk like that? I’m not some cheap slut,’ Skyler retorted,” Drew whined like a girl, trying to imitate her.

I still didn’t think it was funny.

“I tried, moving in for a kiss. ‘I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that.’

‘Oh, you stink. Go take a shower.’

I sighed and left her to shower. She wasn’t giving me any. I could tell.”

“Really, Drew? You felt the need to share this, why?” I asked, getting pissed—again.

Deidra gave me that look to let him talk again. I wanted to tell her off right about now too.

He ignored me and continued with his fucked up story, “My cellphone was ringing before I’d even woken the following morning. Looking to the right of me, Skyler was still there, I was tapping that before I did anything else,” Drew, like a dumb ass, pressed on.

I snorted, making him aware of my annoyance.

Drew just kept talking, “I answered making my way to the bathroom.

It was Derik, ‘What the fuck’s going on?’ he demanded to know.

‘I’ll tell you about it in a while. Meet me at store around ten.’

‘Is it bad? What the fuck, Drew?’

‘I don’t know how bad it is. It’s not good. I’ll see you in a little while,’ I said, hanging up on him, one of Michael’s influences. He never said goodbye. Michael would just hung up on people, whether they were finished talking or not. I liked doing it too, made me feel powerful like I’d thought him to be.”

I hated it when Drew did that. I don’t know how many times I’d ended up talking to myself because he’d hung up on me. I’m going to do it to him next time, I thought turning my attention back to his story. The one I really didn’t want to hear about.

“Sliding back under the covers I ran my hand over Skyler’s silky ass. She moaned and rolled over. “I missed you,’ I whispered to her neck. I didn’t kiss her lips, knowing she’d only complain about not brushing her teeth yet.

‘What time is it?’ she whined, rubbing her eyes.

‘Nine,’ I replied, moving my fingers between her legs. Of course she wasn’t into it and was dry. I played with her clit, pinching it between my fingers and massaging, trying to arouse her. Dipping back to her opening, it wasn’t working. She wasn’t turned on in the least. I didn’t give a fuck. I was fucking her before I left. She raised her hips and let me slide her panties over her hips. I slid into her dry sex, waiting for her to moisten. Pumping in and out of her, she did become a little wet.”

“You’re unbelievable,” I had to say. I couldn’t help it. Did he really need to add the sex scene? He was just being a bastard.

Ignoring me, Drew rambled on, “I moaned saying to Skyler, ‘Hmmm, you feel good,’ picking up speed.”

 I rolled my eyes and shook my head at him, looking right at me, like he was rubbing it in or something.

Drew, like the dick that he was, continued with his sexual relationship with Skyler. “I normally would have lasted about five minutes after not having sex for that long. I wasn’t finishing. I knew it was because Skyler wasn’t feeling it. She even yawned and looked at her nails once.”

Good, serves you right, fucker.

“Finally, after about fifteen minutes, I pulled out and shot my load all over her stomach and clit, but not before I fantasized about fucked up things I could do to her. I closed my eyes and imagined her bent over the bed and me forcing my dick in and out of her ass. That’s what made me come, the fucked up visualizations I was practicing in my head.”

Holy hell. I looked to Deidra for her reaction to Drew’s confession; she didn’t have one.

“Skyler complained, ‘Why do you have to do that? I’m on the pill. You’re so gross sometimes. Get off me, I want to shower,’ pushing me off and sliding from beneath me.

I watched her beautiful ass walk away, got up, and made my way to the other bathroom. I would have just jumped in the shower with Skyler, but she’d just nag. She hated it when I did that.”

Skyler was a prude. A bitch face prude.

Hearing Drew’s story, I didn’t want to do this anymore. I wanted to leave. We still had ten minutes. I didn’t need hear one more word about Skyler. Thank god he switched it up a bit.

Drew fast forwarded to his meeting with Derik. “Derik asked, ‘Why didn’t we just meet at the mansion?  Michael isn’t there anymore,’ as I unlocked the office door in one of the jewelry stores right down town Las Vegas.”

Okay, this is dumb. What was the whole point of the Skyler sex? I wondered.

“I assured Derik I hated that house. I’m going to burn it to the ground as soon as the other Mr. Fuck Face dies.

‘What’s the deal? Is he doing that bad?’

‘I don’t know. He doesn’t look to good. That’s not the problem.’

‘Yeah, I’ve kind of gathered that. What’s going on?’ Derik asked, pouring a drink from Mr. Callaway’s cabinet.

‘Derik, it’s ten in the morning,’ I bitched giving him hell.

‘So, you’re getting ready to tell me bad news. What is it?’ he asked, sitting and crossing his ankle over his knee.

‘He changed the will,’ I replied.

‘What do you mean? Of course he did. Your mom, god rest her soul, is no longer with us.’

‘He didn’t leave one penny to me.’

Derik sat straight up. ‘You’re joking. Who’d he leave it to? You’re the closest thing to family the old bastard has.’

‘Yeah, that’s what I thought. Apparently Michael had an illegitimate child almost eighteen years ago. Callaway is insisting that I will get nothing if I don’t marry her and take care of her for the rest of her life. If I divorce her, I get nothing.’

Derik’s eyes were as big as full moons. ‘Marry her? You can’t marry her. You’re marrying Skyler,’ he reminded me. ‘She’s already expecting it. Did you explain that to Callaway?’

‘He wouldn’t listen. He hates the Style family, you know that. He told me to go and to have a nice life. That’s not all. She’s got a five-year-old brother that he expects me to take in too. What the fuck am I supposed to do, Derik?’ I asked Derik, looking out the high rise window to the busy streets below.”

You should’ve jumped.

“Derik needed the money too. ‘Fuck. Drew. This is my livelihood. This is what I’ve been waiting on. You told me we had this in the bag. I actually spent ten grand on a necklace for Jena when I found out that Randal had a stroke. I don’t have that kind of money. What the hell are we going to do?’

‘I have no clue. I’ve already talked to Walker about it, trying to deem him crazy and sign me to be executive of his estate. He laughed at me. He knew about Morgan before Callaway told me.’

‘Morgan?’

‘Yeah, that’s the girl’s name.’

‘Is she cute?’

‘What the hell does that have to do with anything?’

‘Well, if you’re going to be forced to marry some chick at least she could be hot.’

‘She’s not hot, and I am not marrying her,’ I reminded Derik.”

Screw you, you’re not hot either.

“Derik asked, ‘What else are you going to do?’

‘FUCK!!! I don’t know. Jesus Christ this is crazy.’

‘Hey, Drew?’

I turned to look at Derik, hoping he had something.

‘How long you think Callaway has?’

‘What?’ I asked in a disbelieving tone. I was being forced to marry some fucking trailer park trash and he was worried about Mr. Callaway.”

Whoa, this guy is asking for it. He needed to take a cab to the other end of the state.

“Derik persisted, ‘How long?’

‘I don’t know. I give him six months at the most. Why?’

‘And when he goes, all his money and everything he owns goes to the Morgan girl?’ Derik inquired me.”

The Morgan girl? Really? This was a little too dramatic. Seriously?

“I replied, ‘Yes,’ with an impatient tone, wanting him to get on with it,” Drew explained, giving precise detail, like he was sitting right there with Derik.

I was going to be sick soon.

“Derik did have a plan. ‘What happens if something happens to Morgan once Callaway is gone?’

My eyebrows shot up with the notion of what he was saying. ‘You’re a fucking genius. I keep her locked away some place until Callaway joins his fucktard son and then gold digging Morgan has a horrible accident and joins the rest of her family. I fucking love it,’ I rejoiced, high fiving him. I could do this. I’d hire someone to keep an eye on her, put her up in the mansion, and continue my life in my apartment with Skyler. It was the perfect plan,” Drew said.

Her, is sitting right here, I wanted to remind my stupid son of a bitch of a husband.

“Derik probed, ‘What are you going to tell Skyler? She’s expecting a wedding.’

‘And she’ll get it. We tell her nothing. I can hide this shit for a few months. Once I’m a poor widow, I can marry Skyler and nobody finds out.’

‘Wait. What about the little brother?’

‘Fuck. I don’t know.’

‘When is this all supposed to happen?’

‘Four months.’

‘Wow, Drew. This is fucked up. You’re like being forced to marry someone or starve.’

I groaned and ran my fingers through my hair. I was being forced to marry someone, some stupid little cunt that I already hated.”

“That was a lovely story, can we go now?” I angrily spoke.

“Morgan, what has you so upset right now?” Deidra asked, standing and leaning against her desk.

She wasn’t fooling anyone. I’d learned from Drew a long time ago why people of power did that. They needed to tower down on their prey. It gave them power.

“Upset? I’m not upset, unless you’re talking about the fact that I just listened to my husband describe his sex life, explain why I haven’t seen my little brother since he was five, and the fact that I am only sitting here alive because Callaway didn’t die when Drew thought he would. Upset? Why would I be upset?”

“That’s fair. Don’t you think that’s fair, Drew?” she asked, turning to him. What the fuck? This was a conspiracy.

Drew raised his eyebrows, unsure what to say.

“How long were you able to keep Skyler from finding out?” she asked, looking at her watch. It had to be about over. I couldn’t take much more.

“I hid my new life plans from Skyler as best I could for as long as I could,” Drew explained not really answering the question, but continuing with his story.

I couldn’t believe it. Somebody needed to shut him up.

“Things were starting to progress and I was moving forward with what I thought was the best plan, not that I was given many options. The kid had to go first and—”

“The kid was my fucking brother, Drew. Justin Willow was my little brother. Can you understand that?” I yelled. I couldn’t help it. He was a pig, a down right, dirty pig.

 “After talking to Mr. Callaway about why the boy should be adopted by a mother and father, I got the welfare system involved,” he continued, talking over me with a glare.

I didn’t care about his gaze of terror. He should have been the one that was afraid. I was that mad.

“It was easier and cheaper on my wallet to do it that way,” Drew continued without one bit of respect towards my feelings at all.

“Mr. Callaway already had a young family in mind. They’d been trying to have a child for years and had been on an adoption waiting list almost as long. It was perfect, and Justin Willow would be out of the system and in the loving hands of his new family. I wouldn’t have to worry about what to do with a five-year-old little brat. I was a fucking genius.”

You were a fucking idiot, still are. It was official, I hated Drew—again.

And then Drew had the nerve to mention Skyler again, “Skyler was an increasing problem. ‘Why do you have to go out of town again? You promised to take me clubbing this weekend,’ Skyler whined.”

“Oh hell no. We don’t need to go back to Skyler again,” I insisted. Now he was just being an ass.

“Morgan,” Deidra chastised, shaking her head.

Of course, take his side.

Drew pressed on, “I try to explain to Skyler to placate her, ‘I will next weekend. I have to go, Sky. I’m going to be gone a lot more now with Mr. Callaway out of commission. He’ll probably never work again.’ Removing my shirt, I took her in my arms.

‘Promise?’ she whined.

‘Yes,’ I assured, shoving my tongue down her throat, thrusting my already hard cock into her hips. Lifting her shirt over her head, I cupped her breasts in the palms of my hands and lowered my lips to her erect nipples. She moaned as I moved her towards the bed, laying her down. Running my finger up her slit, I smiled, happy that she was wet and aroused.”

I’m going to prison. I’m going to prison for murder, and my son will be raised by two mommies. I was going to kill him. I couldn’t believe he was going back here. What the fuck? He didn’t even care that Deidra was standing right fucking here.

Drew even added, “I asked, ‘You want me to lick your pussy?’ to Skyler.”

Un-fucking-believable.

“Skyler bellowed, sitting up, ‘Jesus, Drew. Why do you have to go and ruin it? Can’t you just do it? I hate it when you talk vulgar like that. I’m not some girl you picked up from the corner.’

‘I’m sorry. Stop it. Come here,’ I coaxed, pulling her back, moving my fingers back to her slit, hoping to regain the moment. She let me and I moved down, running my tongue up her pussy, paying careful attention to her pulsating nub. She writhed her hips below my mouth, accepting the pleasure that I was bringing to her.”

How fucking sweet, you’re so giving. Ass wipe.

“I tentatively touched her puckered hole. ‘Oh, my god, Drew. Just stop,’ Skyler protested.  

‘It’s just a finger, Skyler. Just relax for a second and let me slide it in,’ I told her.”

Are you kidding me right now?

“But Skyler wasn’t having it. ‘NO! You’re not putting anything in my ass. What’s wrong with you? Just come up here and make love to me,’ she protested. I didn’t want to make love. I wasn’t in the making love kind of mood. I wanted to fuck the hell out of her.

‘Put it in your mouth first,’ I pressed my luck.

‘Drew, I don’t want to do that. You know I don’t like that. Come up here and make love to me, please,’ she whined.

Of course I did and then pissed her off again when I pulled out of her and shot my load all over her breasts, rubbing it around her nipples with a satisfying moan. She didn’t say a word, just stormed off to the shower.” Drew laughed.

 “That’s lovely, Drew. Can we go now?” I asked, standing and reaching for my purse.

“I think maybe you two better take some time today. Don’t go home together, okay?” Deidra pleaded, knowing I was pissed.

“No problem. He doesn’t have to come home at all. He can go to hell for all I care,” I assured them both, grabbed my purse and stormed out.

“What the hell, Morgan?” Drew asked, pulling my arm before I could make it to my car.

“Don’t fucking touch me. Why don’t you go find Skyler? Maybe you can lick her pussy or something,” I yelled, jerking away from him.

“Will you stop? What’s this all about?”

“Really, Drew? You tell me. What the hell was that? You went into great details about your sex life with Skyler. What the fuck?”

“It’s the way my mind thinks.”

“You’re stupid. Let me go,” I said, trying to get away from him.

“Listen to me. I don’t want to hear the details of your sex life with Dawson.”

“What?” I asked, having no clue what the hell he was talking about.

“You’re going to have to talk about that soon. I thought maybe if I could show you first how it makes me feel when you mention his name, you wouldn’t do it, you wouldn’t talk about him.”

“You’re the one that needs help, not me. That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard of.”

“Are we okay?” Deidra called from beside the door with a cigarette between her fingers.

“We’re fine,” Drew called.

“No, we’re not. I might stab you in your sleep.”

Drew laughed. I wasn’t laughing. I was dead serious. “I’m going to the office for a while. Stop being mad at me, and maybe I’ll lick your pussy when I get home,” he tried teasing.

I still wasn’t biting.

“I wouldn’t let you touch my pussy with your tongue now if your life depended on it.”

“We’ll see. I’ve got to go, my ride’s here. I love you.”

“Yeah, sure you do.”

“Tell me you love me. I’m not leaving until you tell me you love me.”

“I love you, now leave me the hell alone.”