“What else do we need to do? How can we get you into the VP position?”
“Senator Masson has a plethora of women in his history, we could start pulling them out and see if we can get some traction on that with the media. But I need something fast. I need to know that he’s got too much negative publicity for him to even be considered.”
I thought about it for a moment as I let the warm water run over my body. There was no reason not to enjoy the hot shower while we were talking about our political future.
“A man,” I said with a grin. “We can leak that his affair was with a man.”
Matthew grabbed me and pulled me under the water with him and started to kiss me. His kiss was passionately filled and I could hardly pull myself away. I liked it when Matthew was like that. I liked when his passion filled the room we were in.
“I fucking love you,” Matthew said and he continued to kiss me.
“Love?” I said skeptically.
“Yes, I’m not afraid to say it. I don’t know what our future will bring, but you just officially won me over with your reaction to all this publicity. You get me, you get that we might have to do things that we aren’t one hundred percent proud of. But we are only doing them for the greater good.”
“I understand sacrificing one thing for another. It’s collateral damage in the real world. You don’t need to be in a war setting to feel the effects of collateral damage.”
Matthew looked at me and I felt his eyes penetrate through me. Quickly he flipped off the shower and grabbed my soaking wet hand and pulled me over to the bed.
“Collateral damage?” Matthew said as he appeared to not understand what I was trying to say.
“Yes, when you hurt someone or something that is not intended to be hurt.”
Matthew smiled as his wet body pressed up against me. It felt weird and unusual to be in bed and be soaking wet. I liked the feeling, even though the air on my skin had me shivering within moments.
“I’m glad you understand about collateral damage,” Matthew said as he kissed me.
“Yes, and I’m sorry, but you might be collateral damage on my way to be the first female President.”
I tried to keep a straight face but I broke down and started to laugh. I didn’t want to be President. I wasn’t exactly sure what I wanted for my career in Washington, all I knew was that I didn’t want to do anything without Matthew by my side.
No matter what was going on between us, we were a good team and I wanted to keep that intact as much as possible.
“I might be collateral damage?” Matthew asked as he laughed.
“Yep.”
“I’ll be your collateral damage anytime.”
As our bodies slid together, I felt a new closeness to Matthew. Our life was about to be forever intertwined into the history books. We were going to be one of the most memorable political couples the United States had ever seen. If only I could figure out what our next step should be.
We made love like we hadn’t done in what seemed like a very long time. I could hear his phone ringing from the bathroom, but neither of us were about to stop our pleasure to go check it. The ringing continued over and over again until we had finished with a glorious erotic explosion and Matthew finally decided to get up and see who wanted him.
“Oh, my God,” Matthew said as a look of shock crossed his face.
“What is it?”
“He’s dead. The Vice President is dead.”
I was instantly confused. I really had thought that Matthew had had something to do with the Vice President disappearing. But the look on his face appeared really genuine as Matthew stared at his phone and sat down on the bed.
“Dead? What did you think had happened to him?”
I tried to ask the question in as easy terms as I could will out accusing Matthew of anything. Matthew just held his finger up to his mouth to indicate we couldn’t talk there.
“I don’t know, I thought he ran off with a girlfriend or something like that,” Matthew said.
“Oh, well that’s horrible that he’s dead. Now what?”
I couldn’t tell if we were talking for real or making up some wear conversation just so someone listening would have a full conversation to report. I was baffled though because I had genuinely thought Matthew had been involved.
Matthew grabbed me and pulled me out onto the balcony. He pulled my ear toward his mouth and I felt his breath on my neck.
“He was supposed to be drunk in a brothel in Las Vegas,” Matthew confided in me. “He wasn’t supposed to die.”
“But you were ready to take over,” I said as a look of confusion filled my face.
“Yes, I expected they would push him out for his bad behavior. I expected we would have had much more time to organize and move forward. Now we need to get me in that damn office.”
I shook my head in agreement with Matthew…we needed to get him into that Vice President position. Whatever we had to do to make that happen, it was time to get moving on those things. It was time to take control of the situation and make things happen that we needed to happen. It was time for total concentration and focus so we could get the prize we so desperately wanted.
“You need to get Masson out of the picture. We can’t wait for an investigation into his committee. We can’t wait for anything at all. You need to take care of him,” I said in a tone that I had never heard myself say before.
“Anyway I can?” Matthew asked me.
“Yes, get rid of him.”
The power and deceit in our conversation sent a high energy surge through my body. I had never been part of a plot before. I had never wanted to be part of something so sinister. It felt good. I hadn’t expected that being bad would feel so damn good.
Storm SCARES
The Billionaire President -
A Dark Alpha Billionaire Romance
Sarah Brooks
Copyright © 2015 by Sarah Brooks
This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is entirely coincidental. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
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Matthew
There was an undertone of evilness in Kayla after we returned from Chicago. I knew it had been precipitated by me bringing her in front of the media, at first, and I hated it. I didn’t like that the sweet girl I had once known now seemed so devoid of emotions. But then I realized that she was just acting like I was and having a woman devoid of some emotion wasn’t exactly a bad thing.
I had spent my life with women who got so wrapped up in the emotion of events that they couldn’t stop and see the logic of things. I really liked how logical Kayla already was and the idea that she could squash her emotions was very appealing to me.
Kayla was right about one important factor, I needed to get the Vice President nomination and not Senator Masson. He was first in line for the position, but the controversy surrounding his mismanagement of funds in the Senate Arms Committee hadn’t been enough. The President was still considering Masson for the position and I wasn’t even the second choice. We had a lot of work to do if we were going to get me anywhere near the White House.
Now that official word had come that the Vice President had been killed, it was time for Kayla and I to really get to work. There wasn’t any time to waste if we were going to get me into a decent position and closer to the oval office.
“Where did he die?” Kayla asked as we woke up late in the morning after we heard the news.
I held my finger up to my mouth to quiet her. I still felt like we might be under some sort of surveillance. I reached over and flipped the radio on so we could whisper and discuss things without the threat of being heard; just in case, we were being monitored.
“Las Vegas. Apparently he was at a legal brothel there and instigated a fight with some men and got himself shot.”
It d
idn’t really matter if someone was listening to this part of the conversation. We were simply talking about the news. But I didn’t want our conversations to sound too suspicious as we went from talking normally to talking in a whisper sometimes.
“That doesn’t seem like something the Vice President would do,” Kayla whispered.
“You obviously don’t know the man very well. He enjoys his alcohol and the company of women very much.”
“But he’s the Vice President. It’s just crazy.”
“Have you learned nothing in your time with me? Men can’t control themselves at all when it comes to beautiful women.”
I reached my hand under the covers and started to fondle Kayla. Her soft skin felt like home to me and I wanted to stay right there in bed with her all day long.
Her eyes closed and she pulled in a long deep breath and then let out a delightful moan as my hand moved to her wetness. That was all it took before I totally forgot our political strategy conversation and decided we had plenty of time to play before getting ready for the meeting at the White House.
“I’ve learned a lot from you,” Kayla said breathlessly as my tongue moved around on her body.
“I’m going to make you beg me to stop,” I whispered.
“I won’t beg you.”
She made me laugh. Kayla was this mix of tough girl and sweet girl now. She had grown into this new mix over the months I had known her. She certainly didn’t like it when I said anything that would make her think I thought she was weak.
“You’ll just let me torture you with my tongue and never ask me to stop?”
“Nope, you can torture me as long as you’d like.”
“What if I don’t let you feel the release you want?”
“I’m still not begging you for anything,” Kayla said as she grabbed onto my hair and held it tightly.
She guided my mouth back to her wetness and pressed me into her. It was at that moment I realized, Kayla liked the idea of being in control. She finally appeared to be comfortable with me when we were naked and I loved that she was exerting some of her own sexual control.
My cock throbbed with the new knowledge that Kayla was just as control hungry as I was. Just Kayla was new to her urges. She hadn’t developed them over years of political service. Her urges had been forced on her by my actions. But I took pride in her changes and welcomed everything she had to dish out.
My mouth moved diligently against her and I felt her body as it built up with excitement. She wanted to cum, I could tell by how her inner thighs tightened. She wanted to scream out with the pleasure I delivered to her. So I decided to test her ‘no begging’ theory and I stopped moving my tongue and started to kiss her inner thigh and move down her leg.
Kayla humored me for a little bit as she allowed my kisses to explore her body. But soon she was done humoring me and she was done waiting for me to deliver the orgasm that her body craved. Kayla didn’t give in to me and beg me, though, oh no; she had much more interesting plans to get what she wanted.
She gently pushed me over onto my back and started to play with my raging hard cock. Her hand slid up and down the shaft as her eyes looked at me with a longing I hadn’t seen in a very long time. I prepared myself to be ridden by my beauty, oh how I loved to watch her bounce up and down on my hardness.
Kayla climbed between my legs and spread them wide; similar to how I liked to spread her open. Then with one swift movement she had her mouth around my cock and her hand holding my delicate balls. I felt exposed and vulnerable; more vulnerable than I had ever felt with Kayla. She had been wronged by me that was for sure, now she literally had my most vulnerable body part right in her fingers.
“Be careful,” I whispered.
In retrospect, that was probably the worst thing I could have said.
Kayla squeezed me and I felt the pain of her hand around my sensitive manhood. At first, I was shocked and pulled away. But as her mouth continued to thrust up and down my shaft and the pain didn’t increase; I tried to relax a little.
Her firm pressure on my sensitive sac felt good, in a weird and dangerous way. She could easily have squeezed just a tiny bit more and caused me true torturous pain; luckily she didn’t. I had never been one of those guys who got off when pain was involved, but I had to admit the moment was pretty damn sexy.
Kayla was just trying to prove to me that I was vulnerable, even if I didn’t think I was. Her point came through crystal clear.
Kayla
My downfall was that I had feelings for Matthew that he clearly didn’t have for me. I had to try and take the emotion out of the mix if I was going to play hardball with him. For the time being I intended to get Matthew into the White House. He wanted the VP position, but I had to wonder if it was possible to get him into the presidency.
I knew he wasn’t telling me his whole plan. He wasn’t even telling me the next step to his current plan. But if I knew Matthew, the oval office was what he was really going after. He didn’t want the Vice Presidency, he wanted to be the man in charge.
As we made love, I silently plotted the possibilities in my head. With just a few lucky twists of fate, I thought it was totally possible to get Matthew all the way to the oval office. Then surely, someday, when I was politically ready…I could make my move as well.
I laughed under my breath at the idea that I wanted to be President someday. It wasn’t something that I had ever considered before I had met Matthew. But now the political ambitions of Washington D.C. had started to rub off on me. I knew that having a friend like Matthew on my side down the road would certainly help me get to where I wanted to go.
I liked holding his body in such a precarious position. It was fun to think that with just a hard squeeze I could have Matthew begging me to stop. I laughed. Wouldn’t that be a turn of events if I was the one who caused the pain instead of Matthew?
The problem was, I couldn’t cause Matthew any emotional pain because he didn’t care about emotions. The only pain I could venture to ever cause him was physical pain. I smiled at the thought. Not because I genuinely wanted to hurt Matthew, I didn’t. I smiled because there was no area of his life that he was actually vulnerable. He was going to make a damn good President.
I continued to pleasure him with my mouth until he was as close to orgasm as he could get. Then I quickly slipped away and went to the bathroom and started the shower. The whole time I laughed at the thought of him lying on the bed waiting for me to come back.
“Are you coming back?” He yelled out after me.
“Nope.”
“Kayla, what the hell?”
I just stepped into the shower and put the shampoo into my hair. He certainly wasn’t going to beg me to stop anything I was doing to him. But I bet I could get him to beg me to continue.
Matthew and I were a fun couple. I liked how I was when we were alone together. We could play and joke and didn’t take life too seriously. It was a partnership that couldn’t have been much more perfect, except for Matthew’s lack of conscience.
“Kayla, what the hell are you doing? Aren’t you going to finish?”
“Nah, I’m going to shower now.”
“You didn’t get an orgasm either. I don’t see how this ends well for you. Just come back to bed. Let’s finish playing. We can shower when we are done.”
“Sorry, already got the soap in my hair. Then need to get ready for the White House Dinner.”
I continued my shower routine and tried not to look at Matthew. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him walking back and forth in the bathroom as he tried to figure out just what he wanted to do. It was funny as hell. He expected that I cared just as much about having a big orgasmic finish as he did, but he was wrong. I didn’t care nearly as much about an orgasm as Matthew. Not many women did. Women want the emotional connection first and then the physical, but we were perfectly fine with not having that physical connection every now and again.
The cold twirl of air rushed into the shower stall as M
atthew walked in with me. I couldn’t help but smile as I opened my eyes and saw his naked body standing across from me in the shower. His erect attention was pointed toward me and I felt like a school girl as embarrassment flushed my face.
“We need the Vice President’s death to be Masson’s fault,” Matthew whispered as he stood naked in front of me.
“Do you think we could set up the President as also being involved?”
“What? Why?”
I didn’t look at Matthew and instead continued to rinse the soap out of my hair and let my comment sink in with Matthew. Surely he had to have thought about it himself. Surely he wanted to be the President and not the Vice President.
“Wrongdoing. Corruption, prostitutes. We could make this all turn out really well for you if we plan accordingly,” I said.
“It’s not possible Kayla. We need to stick to the plan. Get Masson out of the picture and get me into the VP position. Then at next election, I can make a run for the White House.”
“Matthew, you don’t have the funding for a White House run. Don’t be delusional. You need to get appointed not voted in. Or…” I paused as I thought about the possibilities and how Matthew could get into the White House.
“Or what?”
“Or if you were Vice President and something happened to the President. Then you would take his spot.”
The look Matthew gave me was filled with disgust, but then he just started to laugh hysterically. He put his hands on his knees as he bent over and tried to catch his breath from laughing so hard.
“Oh, wow Kayla. You are even crazier than I am.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
Matthew grabbed me and pulled my wet body next to his. He still had a raging hard cock that I knew he wanted to slide inside of me. The torture of my refusal was just too much for him. But I was enjoying every moment of it. I didn’t know why; but I sure loved to torture Matthew with the things he couldn’t have. He was just so use to getting his own way and I didn’t want him to continue with that high comfort level.
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