But more than that, after my mother passed away… he made sure that I got through it unscarred.
So, being here and telling him first-hand about the woman I love… well, that’s the least I can do. And yes, I fucking want his blessing on it. So fucking sue me.
“I’m actually here because I need to tell you something,” I tell him, raising my eyes from the glass and looking at him. He leans back against his chair, an expression of thoughtfulness on his face.
“Out with it then. You never had a problem speaking your mind, so what’s troubling you?”
“Nothing’s troubling me. Actually, it’s quite the opposite.” He raises one eyebrow at me, curiosity taking hold of the lines in his face. He starts tapping his fingers against the edge of the desk as he waits for me to start speaking. “I found a woman, Dad.”
“A woman? You found a woman?” A smile creeps up in his lips. He probably thinks this one nothing more than a joke. I can’t blame him. I’m almost on my thirties, leader of the free world, and I’ve never been in love. When I say I’ve found a woman, it surely must sound like a fucking joke. But, of course, it’s just the truth, ridiculous as it may be.
“I know. It’s not like I planned for it to happen,” I say, shrugging and gulping down the rest of the whisky. I refill my glass and lean back against my own leather chair. “I’m in love, Dad.”
His thoughtful smile turns into one full surprise. He folds his arms over his chest, looking at me and furrowing his brow. I can almost feel his gaze trying to pierce my soul.
“I’m going to ask you to repeat that to me, Austin. You know, I’m getting old and I think I don’t hear as well as I used to. It seems you just told me that you are in love, but that can’t be right.” He leans towards me, placing both his elbows on the table. “That doesn’t really sound like anything you would say.”
I smile at him. He’s surprised, but he’s right - it doesn’t sound like anything the old Austin would ever fucking said.
“I’m in fucking love, Dad” I repeat. “I know… It seems unlikely, but it’s the truth.”
His curious and consternated expression opens up into a look of patient happiness.
“My son is in love,” he says, a spark behind his eyes. “That’s even more surprising than you becoming the President, I can tell you that.” He lays a hand on my shoulder then. “I was almost giving up on it happening.”
I swallow hard, swirling the scotch in my glass and staring at the amber liquid. It’s time. No more fucking around, I have to say it once and for all.
“Hold on,” I say, tapping my fingers on the desk exactly as my father was doing. “There’s more.”
“More?” He asks, raising one eyebrow at me again. “She’s not married, is she?”
No. Much fucking worse. “I still haven’t told you who she is,” I say as I look into his eyes, Ashley’s name bubbling up to my lips.
“Well, who is she? Don’t tell me she’s another of those Hollywood girls,” he says with a grin. “Who’s the poor soul that will have to put up with you?” he asks me with a smile as wide as the world.
“Ashley.” It’s done now. It’s out in the world and I can’t put it back in the box. Somehow, it’s freeing to say it out loud. “I’m in love with Ashley Draper.”
My father doesn’t stop smiling, but I notice a crease forming on his forehead as he leans back - I can almost see the gears turning inside his head. He reaches for the bottle of scotch and pours some more of it on both our glasses. Grabbing his, he raises it; I do the same, clinking the edge of my glass against his.
“To love,” he says, downing his whole drink in a swift motion.
“To love,” I repeating, drinking it all up. Fuck, if I keep going like this I’ll leave my parents’ house with more than a slight buzz.
“I can see it in your eyes… On the way you carry yourself, Austin. She’s doing you good. And I’ve never seen you so certain of anything. But I have to ask you,” he leans towards me then, “are you sure of it? I know that you love her… But can you face the consequences? She’s your stepsister, you know there’s going to be a political fallout if word gets out…”
I nod. I know all of that. I know it’s not going to be easy. But fuck, being apart from her is even harder. I can handle all the rest.
Fuck, I’ve asked the same questions to myself countless times, and the answer is always the same: I’ve never been more sure of anything else in my entire fucking life. Do I know the consequences? I do. Do I give a fuck? I don’t.
Sure, I’m not a fucking idiot - I don’t want to throw away the presidency and send the country into chaos. I’ve worked hard to get to where I am now, and the last thing I want to do is let go of all that… But if that’s what happens, if that’s the price I have to pay because I love Ashley… Then so be it.
Take away my title of President, take away my whole fortune… Take it all. I don’t give a fuck. There’s only one thing I need, and that’s Ashley. All the rest can just go to hell.
But don’t be fooled, though - I’m not going to lay down and let my opponents step all over me. If anything, I feel even more ready to crush everything and everyone in my path. With her by my side, I’m stronger.
“I know, Dad. And I understand the consequences. I just don’t care about any that.”
He looks into my eyes and lets out a deep sigh.
“You know you’re risking the presidency, don’t you?”
“Of course.”
“And even if you manage to hold on to it, it’s going to be an uphill struggle.”
“I know,” I grab the bottle and refill my glass. Fuck, soon enough I’ll be drunk. “But this isn’t something I’m going to change my mind on. In fact, I’m thinking of proposing.”
My father smiles, looking at me with an expression full of pride.
He has always been proud of my accomplishments in life - from serving with honor on Afghanistan, to making my own way in the business world and eventually becoming the President - but what I see now in his eyes is a different kind of pride. He’s not proud of my accomplishments this time… He’s proud of who I’ve become.
Since Ashley came into my life, I’ve become a different kind of man. Of course, there’s still decadence running through my veins, but Ashley’s the only one that gets to see that side of me now. And, besides, it’s the good kind of decadence.
“I don’t know what happened between you two,” my father says. “But I couldn’t be happier about it. You deserve this, Austin, don’t ever let anyone tell you otherwise when they try to tear you down.”
“Thanks Dad,” I say, feeling my heart tightening inside my chest. My dad was never the emotional type and hearing him say all these things… Fuck, I’m not made of stone and ice. It might not look like it, but I do have fucking feelings too.
He gets up from his chair and, with a twinkle in his eyes, reaches for another bottle of scotch tucked away in a higher shelf.
“One more before we join the ladies? I’ve been saving this one for a special occasion.”
“Well… I did become President, you know?” I tease him with a smile.
“I opened one bottle then, but you weren’t around so I had to drink it all by myself,” he says with a wink.
See why I love my dad? He may be serious, responsible and mature… But he also knows how to fucking roll in style when the occasion presents itself. He hands me the bottle, a 200-year-old scotch that I remember eyeing since I was nothing more than a kid. Yeah, I’ve always had an eye for the good stuff.
I open it and pour the whisky on both our glasses, making sure we both get a heavy dose of it. Hey, we’re fucking celebrating here.
“To whatever the future holds,” my father toasts, waving his glass in my direction.
“To whatever the future holds,” I toast back.
Even if the future fucks us both.
News Flash - Late June
Welcome to the Nightly News. I'm your host, Tristan Carnahan.
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br /> With only days to go until the historic Constitutional Convention in Philadelphia, polls show that Americans are evenly divided as to whether President Bain is rightfully in office and deserves to stay based on acceptance of the amendment HR-222, or whether he has illegally been performing the duties as President, based on the rejection of the bill.
Polls show that an overwhelmingly large percentage of Americans however approve of the job that the President has been doing in the recent months since he took office, with 76% of respondents saying that they believe that the country is on the right track under President Bain. Similarly, the new President has historically high favorability ratings, with 86% of respondents, hailing from across both parties, saying that President Bain embodies the characteristics that they find honest and trustworthy, hard-working, and personable. Only 10% of respondents say that they are worried about President Bain's lack of political party affiliation and a statistically insignificant percentage believe this will impede him in his ability to do a good job.
Voters will remember a video of the President in a decidedly one-sided fight with a Washington Lobbyist outside Andrews Air Force base that confounded pundits by raising his popularity. When pollsters asked what nickname they would use to describe the President, 67% of men selected President Player while women were nearly evenly split between Congressman Casanova and President Perfect.
In truth, advisers close to the President and on both sides confirm, while the President's popularity ratings are high, his insistence on making an issue out of supporting the pardon for notorious scientist-felon Oliver Trask in his abduction and attempted manslaughter weigh on voters minds. 52% of respondents agreed with the statement that while they may like the job that President Bain is doing, the fact that he is openly supporting the pardon and seeks to make it a centerpiece of his administration makes them doubt the experience that younger holders of the office under 35 may bring to the position if HR-222 is passed.
The President, who entered the White House with a strongly polarized electorate who viewed him as unstable, wild, and a playboy, has done much over the last several months to rehabilitate his image. Central to that resurrection of his image has been his stepsister by marriage, Ashley Draper. Sources indicate that the two have not always been close. In fact, for the majority of the time since the President’s father married Miss Draper’s mother nine years ago, the two have been estranged, and travelled in different circles. However, that changed upon the President’s ascent to the Presidency as she began appearing at his side in campaign events and during official functions, she has been seen as a surrogate for the First Lady position that the President needed but could not fill due to his being a bachelor. In a separate poll, 95% of respondents gave Miss Draper highly favorable remarks, the highest for any current person of prominence.
It will be up to President Bain to make the case to the majority of Americans as well as Convention delegates that passage of HR-222 is necessary. It thus becomes his objective at the Convention to translate his approval ratings into votes that allow him to keep his job.
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16
Ashley
I wake up because I'm about to cum.
It's no joke. Austin is going down on me as a way to wake me up. I groan lewdly - a girl could seriously get used to this. Fast. His tongue is flicking my clit with wild abandon and tremors of pleasure are already coursing through my body. I shake and shudder and obscene words that I have no idea start pouring out of my mouth. I'm speaking in tongues as Austin sticks two fingers inside of me and makes a come hither motion.
Oh. My. God. I literally explode, as I arch my back involuntarily and begin my orgasm. It sweeps over me like a wildfire over dry leaves. Nuclear explosions are going off in my body and only as I realize my teeth are gritted and my eyes are closed after what seems like an eternity. I must have blacked out there for a moment but I can still feel my body shake.
I've never had any sort of out of body experience before this, but I'm starting to think anything is possible with Austin.
It takes a me a few minutes to calm down, my body shaking uncontrollably and my breathing harsh and ragged.
All the while, Austin is looking at me with that smirk on his face.
"What?" I ask him, when I'm able to finally form words.
"Nothing," he says, "You just look amazing when you cum, Ash."
I blush at him, but I still try to roll my eyes. "Wow. I'm surprised you didn't say 'fuck' at least twice there," I tease him.
Austin grins. He's becoming a changed man. The hard-partying playboy who was spotted with starlets at every opportunity, who seduced his way to Speaker of the House, who drank a bottle of scotch a night, has been transformed.
I know. I'm the one that's done it. It's a strange feeling, and altogether very pleasant, to know that I've brought out the best in him.
Austin and I don't just have sex all the time - although the sex is something that I'm learning I can't live without. It's literally been a life-altering experience. We spend a long time just talking as well.
All night last night, we talked. We took a bath together, where as my legs were wrapped around his beautiful torso, he told me all about growing up with just his father. Jonathan Bain, I've always known is a great guy. I know he really cares about my mother and makes her very happy. Austin told me stories of how he and his dad would go camping once a year out in the Adirondacks for a week. But he also recounts the long hours that his dad would spend working, where Austin had to literally raise himself with the assistance of housekeepers and nannies. He had friends, but there was always a distance. Maybe it was his mom dying at an early age. For as long as Austin could remember, his mother was either suffering from her pancreatic cancer or she was dying.
I've spent hours recounting how it was like for me and my mom living together, as well. I've talked about Carl - whose been my surrogate everything until recently. How I had a distance in my life from most other people also, until I met Austin. See, where I never let anyone get too close and stayed a virgin to keep my distance, Austin just put himself out there in the world, going crazy and living on the edge. Until we found each other.
I've finally calmed down enough that I'm able to give Austin a quick kiss and head to the bathroom.
When I come out, he's got the news on in the living room and is going over the newspapers from the morning briefing packet that he gets. It's always boggled my mind that someone stays up all night compiling the morning's news and then delivers a digest to him. They do it each day. There's a whole team who comes into work at 9 pm and leaves at 9 am, just to deliver news to the President.
I look through the newspapers - they're not classified and see headlines about the Constitutional Convention coming up in three days.
Yeah, this pardon is getting to be the major issue in the whole campaign. Whereas the original intent of the legislation was to remove the rule that you had to be at least 35 years old to be President of the United States, somehow the narrative has become focused on Austin. Does someone who wants to pardon a convicted felon have the necessary temperament to be President at the age of 27?
"Babe," I tell him, "I think you need to drop the Trask pardon. You don't owe me this anymore."
I don't want Austin to lose the Presidency because of some stupid deal he made with me when I didn't know him. It's hard to think that I loathed this guy at some point not even a year ago.
"Ash," he sighs. We've had this conversation before. "I made you a promise. And you've more than lived up to your bargain. I'm not going to back out of it now."
"But you could lose the Presidency, Austin," I tell him. I want to make sure he doesn't blame me going forward. I don't kn
ow how I could live with that.
"Well, then, you know what, Ashley?" he says, looking up at me. "We'll just have an easier time being together, won't we?"
He's right of course.
Austin looks at his watch. "Fuck," he says out loud. "I've got an economic briefing in 20 minutes."
He starts getting ready and turns to me. "Hey, get ready too. I might need you down in the Oval after my briefing," he tells me.
I nod, but I'm puzzled. He's never needed me to sit in on any meetings before. I know my poll numbers are high. He showed them to me. The country apparently can't get enough of me. But is Austin going to have me sit in on policy meetings now too? That'd be flattering.
Austin dresses soon and is out the door as I hop into the shower.
Fifteen minutes later, I've showered and am just putting on some clothes when there's a phone call that comes into the residence. I pick it up.
"Hello?" I ask into the phone.
"Miss Draper," It's Mrs. Winters, Austin's personal secretary. "The President requests your attendance in the Blue Room. Can you meet him in 5 minutes?"
"Sure," I say and hang up. I quickly finish dressing. I go with a conservative black shirt and a white blouse. Trying to keep it professional. But it's Austin that I'm going to be in the room with, so I pick out a lace white bra and a matching thong. He's probably going to see it later. That reminds me, I want to buy some more sexy lingerie. He's literally seen, pulled off with his teeth, or ripped most of my collection.
I laugh to myself as I walk out of the residence and down the stairs to meet Austin. Running out of lingerie for your stepbrother boyfriend is a total first world problem. No wonder ISIS hates America so much - we're just too happy.
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