Underestimated Too by Jettie Woodruff Page A

and I
worked alone for a while, remember? You said, no, you wanted to hear it and you
could handle it. Do you want to stop?” Deidra asked.
    “No,” I pouted, purposely not looking at my cheating
ass husband.
    And that is how the entire hour was spent. I got to
listen to how my husband was head over heels in love with Skyler, how he fucked
Valerie on the side because Skyler really wasn’t into the same things that
Valerie was. She was more of a pillow princess; lay there and let Drew do the
work in the most refined way possible. Nonetheless, Drew was in love with her.
Drew was in love with her while I was being kept at his house.
    I’m not sure why that hurt or bothered me so much,
but it did. It was dumb. I hated Drew then. I could have easily pissed on his
grave as well back then. It wasn’t like we were in love or anything. I guess
just thinking about him being in love with her and using me for his sick, twisted
sex needs pissed me off.

Chapter 9
     
     
    “Are we really doing this? You’re not the one that’s
supposed to act like this. I’m the bastard in this relationship,” Drew tried
teasing as we pulled into the drive at Alicia’s.
    “You think this is funny? I’m glad all of this is
such a funny joke to you,” I angrily spouted.
    “Morgan, stop being like this. We’re supposed to be
moving forward not backwards, remember?”
    “And how do you suggest we do that when we keep
going back there? What’s going to happen next week when it’s time to start
talking about us? Are we going to tell her how you bought me, how you locked me
in the gym, beat the hell out of me whenever you felt like it? Are we going to
tell her how fucked up our sex life is? Huh, Drew? Are we going to let her in
on all our little secrets, pull out the skeletons?”
    “Yes, Morgan. We are. I’m not paying her twelve
thousand dollars a month to lie to her. This was your idea, not mine.”
    “Maybe you’re not paying her anything, maybe I am,”
I quietly replied, getting out of the car to get Nicholas from Alicia. Drew
didn’t move. He stayed in the car while I ran to get Nick.
    “I thought you’d stay for a little while. I’m bored
out of my mind here. Let’s go have lunch or coffee, something, anything,”
Alicia begged.
    “We will tomorrow,” I promised. “Drew and I are
having our normal Thursday argument. I’m beginning to hate Thursdays with a
passion.”
    “Morgan, are you okay to go home alone with him?”
    “Yeah, I’m fine.”
    “Does he hit you often?”
    “Where’s his blanket? We’re not discussing this,” I
asked, looking around for Nicky’s favorite blanket.
    “It’s in the diaper bag. I’m worried about you.”
    “Don’t be, Alicia. I’m fine, I promise. I learned to
handle Drew a long time ago. I’ll call you later. We’ll do lunch tomorrow.”
    Drew did get out of the car, took his son from my
arms, and placed him in his seat, talking to him like he hadn’t seen him in
months. I ignored him, getting in the passenger seat.
    “I need to go to the store. Will you take me so you
can sit in the car with Nicky,” I asked, still pouting.
    “We need to hire someone, Morgan.”
    “Forget it, Drew, just go home. I’ll go myself.”
    “What is your problem? I will take you to the store.
I never said I wouldn’t take you to the store. I’m hiring someone to take care
of meals and Nicholas. If you want to act like a bitch and not be involved in
the process then so be it. I’m hiring someone.
    That was how the entire day went. Drew walked around
the grocery store with me, carrying Nick, and then went to his office with
Celeste when we got home. I made supper, ate, fed and bathed Nicholas before
she ever left for the night.
    Nicholas was down for the evening, and I was soaking
in a tub of water when Drew came in. He stared at me and undressed without a
word.
    “Move up,” he ordered.
    I didn’t want him in there with me. I was there
trying to relax, not get stressed out again.
    Okay,