Author's Notes:
In light of what has transpired in politics these last few weeks, I thought it important to let you know, this story is a work of fiction I thought of on my own before the "scandals" came out. This is not poking fun at anyone or any particular state. This is just a story and is not meant to sway anyone toward any particular political party and/or belief. Comments are welcomed, but only the ones where the criticism is given with respect will remain on my public comment section. Even negative feedback can be done with class. I am enjoying this series and hope you are too. ~ Thanks, Red
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Taken from Ch. 2
"What are your plans tonight, Mom?" Gail asked, her fingers slipping to the small of Gina's back. She'd done her best to offer support while her father and mother shot glares at each other.
"Your father and I have a fund raiser to go to, nothing too major, just some environmental thing to raise money for them and us," she said nonchalantly. Her fingers toyed with the pearls Samantha had picked out.
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Brad watched his wife dance across the ballroom floor. He half-heartedly listened to the group of men that chatted around him. He wondered who in the room was screwing his wife and then shrugged his shoulders. He didn't care that she was probably cheating on him, he was doing the same to her, what he wanted to know was how could her affair help him continue his move up the Presidential ladder. A young couple passed by and Brad took in the scent of Old Spice, a favored cologne he often wore. He gazed at them, noting the youth in the young man's face and the look of excitement on the woman's. Brad turned to Alan Gauge, the Senator from Wisconsin and asked, "Who is that lovely bit of flesh?"
Alan turned and eyed the blonde beauty on the young man's arm. "That's Rebecca Miller, she's a distant cousin to the President, her date is Anthony Edwards, some boy from her home town. I hear she's got quite the inheritance coming her way once her parents pass."
"I see," Brad allowed his gaze to wash over the woman, his look telling all he was admiring her ass, but in fact he was admiring her date's rump and how it would look with his cock buried deep within it. He turned back to the group and learned more about Rebecca Miller and the little town she was from.
As the banquet's dinner/dance continued to move into the wee hours of the morning Brad found himself growing more loose as the wine and champagne continued to fill up his gullet. He made his way to his wife and pulled her to him, excusing her from her dance partner and taking her to the center of the room to dance with him.
"Show time?" she asked and plastered a smile that spoke of love and romance on her face.
"Yes," he whispered against her ear, pulled her close and pressed a kiss to her shoulder. He saw the flash of cameras and knew that their "love" would be proclaimed for all to see on the front pages of the paper the next day. He further encouraged the unwritten articles and swept her romantically about the room.
"I take it you've found a new playmate for the night?" she quietly whispered in his ear, knowing people thought she intimately spoke of her need for him.
Brad muttered a silent curse. "I don't think that is your business, but yes I have. What of you though?" he asked and then gave her a small dip, smiled for the cameras and brought her back up to his chest.
"Brad, it is my business I'm your wife. I am currently between lovers," she answered and made sure no one but her husband heard her. She laughed for the crowd and stuck out her tongue in hopes all thought her dashing love had teased her unmercifully.
His brow rose and he smirked. "Then may I steer you toward one?" he chuckled at her low throaty growl of "bastard."
"I'm quite good at finding my own fuck toy," she hissed and denied the pain that washed over her as she thought of him pimping her out.
The music ended and Brad gallantly led her to California's Senator Meeks, a known womanizer to those that knew him well, and one of the most sought after Bachelor's. "Craig, I must leave the ball early, would you be so kind as to take care of my wife?"
Brad felt his wife stiffen. She knew what he wanted, yet he also knew that the media would never think that the beautiful Savanna Scholastic would cheat on her equally handsome and faithful husband. He placed Savanna's hand in Craig's and then kissed her cheek. "Have fun my darling and I'll see you at the hotel when this business is done." He thanked Craig for caring for his wife, enforced his sorrow at having to leave the party and then walked away, shaking hands as he headed to the back of the room.
His entourage of guards followed him and then he turned toward Samuel, his head guard, since Peter was protecting his twins. "Samuel, he'll get fifteen if he comes willingly, ten if he's forced, but . . . I want the morsel on Rebecca Miller's side."
"Yes, Sir," Samuel replied and darted back into the room, where he quietly stalked out his boss's prey.
Brad left the building, using the back entrance. His limo, free of photographers, sat waiting for him. He climbed in and rested, hoping for a willing lover; if not, than a forced one was just as much fun, sometimes more. He pulled out a cigarette, lit it and then drew in a long stream of nicotine, filled his lungs and then expelled it into the air around him.
The limo door opened and Anthony slipped in, a look of curiosity crossed his face. "Senator Scholastic," he nodded his head and lifted a brow. "I was cornered in the john, by some burly man who said you needed to see me?"
"Anthony Edwards, right?" he asked, though he knew Samuel had brought the right man to his car.
