Underestimated (Underestimated, #1)

Whatever he was touching me with would send some sort of current through my female parts, bring me to the peak of an orgasm, and stop. If I would have been able to speak, I would have been begging to come. It was that intense.

I don’t know how long Drew played with the toy before he had me flipped over. I felt him drag my legs so that they hung over the bed. He split me open and I felt something being inserted into my ass. I didn’t think it was him, but I wasn’t sure and then I knew it wasn’t when I felt the vibration. He moved it in and out, making lustful noises and saying perverted things as he did. I felt him smack my naked bottom more than once. I knew it was him shortly after, and he pounded hard and fast into my ass for I don’t know how long. I knew it was over when I heard him moan loudly and steady himself deep inside of me.

I woke in the morning fully clothed in what I went to bed in. Did I dream all of that? Was it all just a nightmare? I tried to notice how I felt down below, but I couldn’t assuredly tell. It felt a little off, but I didn’t know if that was just me being paranoid or not. I grabbed the bottle of pills to see if they had been switched. They hadn’t. It was the same little blue pills that I had been taking for over a month, the ones that Dr. Tharp had prescribed when he released me.

I showered and pulled on a pair of jeans and a knit shirt. I went into the kitchen, and Marta had eggs and toast ready for me sitting on the table in the kitchen.

Drew came in shortly after wearing a smile, dressed in his expensive suite.

“Good morning,” he said, kissing the top of my head.

“Good morning,” I replied. I didn’t want to be a bitch if I had imagined the nightmare that I was almost sure took place the night before. I was trying like hell to convince myself that the incident in the car was just a fight, and not dwell on that either.

Drew ate with me and then disappeared to his office. I needed out of that house. I needed to go someplace where I could think.

I walked right into his office, purposely not knocking. I got the same dirty look for barging in.

“Could you leave us please,” I asked Derik, standing in the same stuffy clothes as Drew.

He blew out a puff of air as if he was saying, in your dreams.

“Go, Derik,” Drew demanded.

He left, but gave me a look that I wasn’t sure of. It was somewhere between a warning and a vengeful expression. I didn’t care.

“I need a car today,” I spit out. I thought Drew was going to fall off of his chair.

“You need a car?”

“Yes. I have to get out of this house for a while before I go crazy. I did drive before, didn’t I?”

“Not really. You were driven to where you wanted to go. Don’t you remember what happened the last time you drove?”

“No, Drew. I don’t. I don’t remember any fucking thing,” I smartly replied. How dare him.

“Where do you want to go? I will have Derik drive you.”

“I don’t even want to be in the same room with that man. I want to go alone. I do have a driver’s license,” I stated. I did have a license. My hair was blonde in them, and they were good until my next birthday.

“You don’t like Derik? You liked him before,” he reminded me. I rolled my eyes.

“Maybe I did, and maybe I didn’t. I have a feeling that my whole life before the accident was nothing but a lie.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing, Drew. Can I take your car or not.”

“How long are you going to be gone? Where are you going?”

“I have no idea, but I am not twelve. I think I will be fine.”

“Why don’t you go to Lennox Park?” He suggested and stood to take his keys from his pocket.

I knew where that was. I don’t know how I knew, but I did.





Chapter 15


I knew I was being followed. I could see not only Derik but also Drew in the rearview mirror. I didn’t care.

They could follow me all they wanted. I had nowhere to go. I did take Drew’s advice and went to the park. I walked the red brick path around the park and sat at a bench. I watched the kids play and run around. It felt good.

I smiled at their innocent happiness as they ran and yelled happily.

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