Ashley, my fucking stepsister, is here.
Well, so much for clearing my fucking mind. Fuck, how am I supposed to relax with her perfect curves begging for me to grab her? My cock is fucking twitching.
I let her in while I wipe the sweat away from my face and sit down on the bench.
“One of your agents brought me here,” she starts, my eyes completely glued to her lips. “They told me you were available for me…”
“Yeah, I am.”
“So… Uh…” She mumbles, looking down at her hands. Shit, is she going to pull back on our deal? “I have a few conditions before we go through with this.”
Conditions?
“Alright. Shoot.”
“I’m only doing this until the convention in July. I don’t want to spend more time than necessary helping you out. I don’t actually believe you’re capable of leading this country, Austin.”
I nod. That’s reasonable enough. I don’t need her to believe in what I can do or can’t do. She can see it for herself. And I just need her until July… There’s enough time until then for me to shape my political respectability.
“Second. You can’t sleep around while I’m accompanying you. Especially if I have to live in the White House with you, which I’m guessing I will” Okay, what the fuck - is she serious? What does that have to do with anything? She continues to speak before I have the time to protest. “If I’m helping you become respectable in the eye’s of the public… I don’t want you to jeopardize my reputation by sleeping around.”
Well, there’s some logic there. Fuck, I hate when logic is used against me and my quest for pussy. Still, there’s something in her eyes that tells me there’s more to it… Almost as if she doesn’t want to see me living it up with other women. I guess I have to accept this if I want to keep my ass in the White House for the next few years - I doubt the voters will support me as their President if they see me more preoccupied with bagging women than with running the country.
I can’t say I’m happy about it, though.
“Done,” I nod.
“Third and last, you have to announce you’ll pardon Trask and do it immediately.”
Fuck, she doesn’t pull punches. I want to say yes, but this Presidential pardon business is dangerous… I don’t want this shit backfiring on me. No way am I going to do this.
“I’ll do it,” I find myself saying. Fucking hell, what am I doing? “But I can only announce that I’m going to do it. I’ll actually have to sign the pardon after the convention.”
She scrunches her nose, in thought. I continue, making my case. “Listen, Ashley, if I lose the convention and the states don’t ratify HR-222, Oliver Trask is going back to jail. Wouldn’t your backer rather that Trask be let out free and clear instead of having to worry his whole life?”
Ashley’s nodding.
“But I promise I’ll mention it immediately, and I’ll pardon him after the convention. Okay? You drive a hard fucking bargain, ‘sis.”
She looks at me for a long moment, as if deciding if she can trust me, her brow furrowing as I curse. Finally, she says, “Deal.”
We shake on it.
That moment a smile brightens her face. I understand exactly what and why I’m doing this deal. I want her around, it’s as fucking simple as that. And I don’t know if she knows it or not, but I think she just played this off her looks to get what she wants. Hell, maybe it was unconsciously done. But this is DC – shit like this isn’t uncommon. I need to be careful around her.
Shit, it’s almost worth jeopardizing my presidency with this pardon just to see her fucking smile.
I get up from the bench and take one step forward, giving her my hand. Still smiling, she shakes it, her tiny hand and fingers touching my skin and making my heart race. We stay there in silence for one endless second, our eyes locked. I can see it there in her eyes, in her lips. There is eagerness. Anticipation.
Her eyes close and before I can stop myself I’m already leaning into her. She’s leaning forward. We’re going to fucking kiss.
“Mr. President?” Someone’s tapping against the glass, completely fucking up whatever was happening. I don’t even know if that’s a good or bad thing. “The CIA director is upstairs waiting for you. You have a briefing scheduled for now.”
The world doesn’t stop turning, I guess. I nod at the agent that brought in the message; he stays there, waiting to accompany Ashley on her way out. With one final smile at her, I go upstairs for a fast shower before the meeting, my mind completely flooded with how she looked just now with her eyes closed and lips parted.
Fuck, what’s happening to me?
Just by being alone with her for no more than a few minutes I can already feel my cock twitching in my pants. Fuck, I can’t believe this, but I’d give the whole world away just for an opportunity to bend her over the bench in the gym… Fucking hell, I’m going crazy.
Fuck it. I have to rub one out. I’m the leader of the free fucking world and I can’t get her out of my head. I grab my cock in the shower and imagine Ashley’s smile. Fuck, I’m imagining a goddamn smile and it’s making me cum so hard. A fucking smile! What the fuck is going on?
After showering and changing, I go straight to the Oval Office. I have a briefing. The CIA director is already waiting for me there and, the moment he sees me, he starts droning on and on about some potential threats on the Middle East. I don’t know if these guys think I’m a fucking idiot, but he isn’t telling me anything that I haven’t see in the reports before. Maybe he thinks I don’t read them.
I cut him short and get up.
“We’ll continue this conversation later, alright? I need to do something important now.”
Fuck, I don’t believe I’m about to do this, but here goes nothing.
I tell my secretary I want to use the press room, and in less than five minutes the room is packed. A legion of journalists is already there, waiting to hear whatever the hell I’m going to say. As I walk to the podium, I can already feel the tension growing in the room, a storm brewing.
Fuck, this has to be done. I take a deep breath and dive head first into this fucking thing.
“I’ve called you all there because I have one important thing to announce,” I start, the reporters all looking at like a pack of hyenas. Fuck them. “As soon as HR-222 is ratified at the convention and passes, my first action as President is going to be the pardoning of Oliver Trask.”
The whole fucking room goes crazy.
7
Ashley
I can’t believe I was about to kiss Austin last night. My stepbrother!!
Maybe, it being so forbidden is what makes it feel so good, too? Words go through my head. Dirty. Nasty. Naughty. Taboo. I need to be honest with you - it gets me kinda wet.
I spent the whole night rolling around in bed, trying to forget about it. Of course, that’s an impossible task. How do you forget the fact that you were about to kiss your stepbrother who, by the way, is the freakin’ President? Hint, hint - you don’t.
It’s already morning and I haven’t really slept that well. Well, no use in lying around if I’m not resting. I get up and, picking up the phone, I can’t help but feel my heart beat faster when I see I have three unanswered calls. I unlock it, expecting the calls to be from Austin, but all I see is Jake’s number.
Yeah, the asshole still insists on calling me. After what he said to me he still has the nerve to pester me. How can you break up with someone, arguing that you need the sex, and then keep on bothering them? I’m not picking up his calls. No way. In fact, what I’m going to do is block him. Let him keep calling if he wants to, I’m not even going to see it.
It’s actually not that hard to avoid thinking of him. With everything I have on my plate, what I’m amazed at is the fact that I can waste one or two minutes of my day thinking of him. You’d think that a relationship of six months would at least leave a slight mark on you. But that simply isn’t happening with me. I don’t miss him. Not one bit.
Want me to be completely honest about it? Okay, I can do that. I guess Austin has something to do with my cool reaction towards Jake. Why should I care about my loser ex if, just a few hours ago, I was about to kiss the President?
Oh God, I can’t stop thinking about that! And to think that now I’ll have to spend more time around him… Am I excited about it? Oh, you can be sure about that if nothing else. I’m more than excited! Although I’ll admit I’m a bit fearful about the whole thing. It’s my responsibility now to bring to the surface Austin’s more humane side - I’m not exactly sure on how to go about that. But I’ll do my best.
If he holds up his part of the deal, I’m going to try damn hard to make sure the American people get to know him as someone credible and not as a loose cannon – no matter what.
Although, yeah, he is a loose cannon. But I don’t say that in the bad sense. From what my mother always told me, he’s smart and capable. Sure, he’s not really orthodox on his approach to problems, but he gets things done. You don’t become a billionaire and Congressman if you’re an idiot. I don’t believe Austin’s an idiot and, to be honest, I can actually see him doing some good as President. He has enough money for himself to not be influenced or pressured, and I believe that ought to count for something. He’s just a cocky asshole jerk. I still hate him. Working with him isn’t going to change that. Right?
And until his position in the White House is rock solid, there’s a lot of work to be done. Both from me and him. He’s wagering that the Constitutional Convention will rule on HR-222 in his favor, but he’s going to need the support of the voters in the country. Votes, baby, in the end, it’s all about the votes.
Since he announced his intention to pardon Trask right away, I have to start helping him out today. We both agreed that it was probably best if I move into the Residence to make travel logistics easier. His Chief of Staff already called me to inform that I’ll have to fly to Ohio, a swing state, where he’s going to talk to the nation and present his platform as President. I have to be there too and, as his stepsister, deliver a speech intended to warm the public to him.
I’m not sure if I can do that, being that I only have a few hours to prepare myself, but I sure as hell will try. At least I won’t have to write the speech, just practice it. I can do that.
It’s not only his reputation on the line, but mine as well. If I screw up, it’s going to affect my work too. I want to be seen as capable and competent, so I can’t fail today! No way I’m going to let a failure in politics affect the work I’m doing on the American Cancer and Poverty Elimination Institute.
His Chief Of Staff wanted to send a Secret Service car to pick me up, but I guess I can still manage on my own. I dismissed his offer, so I’m taking a taxi to the base where they have Air Force One. It’s still a bit early to be leaving, but I don’t want to be late. If I want to be seen as professional, I’ll have to behave as a professional.
I decide on taking an elegant black dress. It’s not too formal, and not too classy - just the right amount nice girl and confident woman that wants to be at her brother’s side, which is exactly what I’m going for.
The trip to the base takes about half an hour, and the driver drops me right in front of the gate. Apparently when the Chief of Staff, Nadia, told me to go to the base, she never cleared my security. So, I can’t get in. The instructions were to go to the private hangar where I’m expected to board Air Force One, but I have no idea what to do now. The streets are pretty empty – this is an empty stretch of land and I look around wondering how to reach Austin.
On the sidewalk, I take the cellphone out of my pocket and call Austin’s Chief of Staff to inform her that I’m stuck outside.
Even before I hear the first tone, I feel one hand on my waist. I turn around in an instant, and my heart falls when I see Jake.
“So, not taking my calls, baby?”
My face turns into a scowl immediately. What is he doing here? I gulp, a bit nervous when I realized he must have followed me here.
“Don’t call me that. I’m not your baby. And why should I take your calls? You’ve broken up with me, remember?” I slap away the hand he still has on my waist. “And let go of me!”
He takes one step towards me, his lips pursed and his eyes full of spite.
“And why did I break up with you, huh? It’s your damn fault, Ashley!”
“Whatever. Just leave me alone.”
He points at me, waving his finger right in front of my face while he starts talking louder. I smell something on his breath… Beer? Cheap wine? Oh, no. And it’s not even noon.
I look around, suddenly not feeling comfortable with him there. He’s drunk, and this isn’t looking good. Not at all.
“Don’t you fucking talk to me like that! You didn’t want to fuck me because you were cheating on me. I fucking know it, Ashley!”
“Don’t be an idiot, Jake. Of course I never chea--” Before I can even finish my sentence, he takes his hand to my neck and wraps his fingers tightly around it. I go up on my tiptoes, grabbing his forearm as he starts to choke me.
“You fucking bitch. I can’t believe I felt something for you!” He shouts at me. I try and punch him, but he’s stronger than me and my hands just hit his chest limply. I need to breathe; I need to breathe fast. His hold on me is too strong and I’m struggling… I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe. My vision is starting to fade to black… I think I’m going to pass out.
Oh, please. Please, someone help me!
As if God himself heard me, I feel Jake’s hand leaving my neck and I fall to the floor, looking up just in time to see someone punching my drunk ex straight in the face. He falls on his back, unconscious, and more than ten men in black suits carrying handguns surround me and my savior.
I blink, trying to focus as I catch my breath. God, it feels so good to breathe. I never thought I’d want some air as desperately as I did just now.
“You okay, Ashley?” It’s Austin. Austin Bain has come to my rescue. He takes my hand and helps me get up. My legs feel weak, and I almost stumble into his arms. I maintain my composure, though. He’s the President, and I’m pretty sure there are probably a lot of cellphone cameras pointed our way in this exact moment.
“I am now,” I whisper, my throat still hurting. “But…how?”
“I was just passing by to the hangar, and I saw you standing here outside the base. I told the driver to stop so that we could pick you up, and then I see that fucking asshole laying his hands on you.” He grins at me, as if there’s something funny about the whole thing. “I got out of the car so fast the Secret Service had fucking to run after me.”
“Thank you…” I mutter.
“Don’t you worry about it. This bitch is lucky I was the one knocking him out,” he says, pointing with his head at the agents that surrounds us. “If these guys got to him first, I’m not sure they would resist the urge to put a bullet in him.”
I rub the tip of my fingers against my throat, feeling it sore. That asshole Jake sure deserved the punch he took, but I wasn’t sure if he actually deserved a bullet. Alright, maybe just one. In the knee.
“God, this hurts…” I say, still rubbing my neck as our security detail takes us back to the security of the motorcade. I climb into the back of a black SUV with Austin, and he hands me a bottle of water.
“Drink this,” he says, the tone in his voice commanding. “Let me take a look.”
He peels my fingers out of my neck, rubbing his hand there. I feel a shiver going up my spine as he touches me and, in an instant, I almost forget that I was savagely attacked by my ex. I feel nothing but the warmness of his fingers on my skin...
“It doesn’t look that bad. It’s probably going to be a bit sore the next few hours, but you’ll be okay.” A smirk lights his face up. “I can’t say the same about that fucker attacking you, though. He’s going to wake up with a massive headache… Not to mention that he’s also going to wake up in a room surrounded by fucking Secre
t Service agents. That’s going to be fun for him.”
“Don’t… hurt him,” I can’t believe that I’m defending that animal, but I hate seeing people get hurt unnecessarily.
“Don’t worry. I’m not sadistic, Ash. But you bet my guys are going to give him a scare… He’ll probably shit his pants when one of them mentions Guantanamo.”
“You’re not going to send him there, are you?”
He smiles at me, a row of perfect white teeth showing. He looks so perfect right now that I have to fight against the urge to just simply press my mouth against his and let the chips fall where they may.
“No, don’t worry. We’ll scare him so that he doesn’t pull this kind of shit again, and then we’ll let him go. Then you can press charges against him and let the courts handle it. Unless you want me to handle him myself. I can do that.”
I shake my head. There’s no need for it. All I want is to forget about what happened… Which, by the way, doesn’t seem that hard when I’m sitting right next to Austin.
He just saved me. I’m still having a hard time accepting that the President has knocked a guy out because of me. If that doesn’t make me feel special, I don’t know what would.
“Let me just make a call,” he says, grabbing his cellphone and pressing it against his ear. “Cancel everything for today,” I turn my head in his direction so fast I’m surprised my neck doesn’t snap. Someone on the other side of the line talks hurriedly but Austin seems unfazed. “No, just do it. Clear my fucking schedule. Today, I have family to take care of.”
Oh. My. God.
8
Austin
Shit. If that motherfucker of an ex-boyfriend had done anything more than what he fucking did I swear to God I would have killed that fucker. No one messes with her like that. I couldn't believe what I was seeing as my motorcade headed towards Andrews. I mean, shit, it's not everyday you see your fucking sister getting assaulted by a guy. I didn't even hear what the fuck Secret Service was saying to me. It was like I was deaf and blind to everything in the world. I don't fucking know why, so don't fucking ask me, okay? I mean for all intents and purposes, I really only met the girl ten days ago. She may have been family for a while, but I had never seen her.
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