Note: This story has been published on Literotica before, however I took it down recently in a flurry of editing. Hopefully it is now a little closer to perfect since I took another look.
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Malcolm Worthington was a second; not a Jr., a second. His campaign manager had told him, back when he was just starting out, that people found it off putting to hear his title. He used it now and again when he was combing pockets for donations but Malcolm had learned long ago that impressing them was overrated. He was much better at getting what he wanted when he could squeeze them a little. Begging, especially now that he was running for his second term in Congress, was really not his forte.
Unfortunately, that never had worked with his wife. Virginia Worthington never hesitated to drop the fact that her husband was a second, especially when it impressed the neighbors. Although you would think that for a woman whose primary job in life was gold-digging, that enough doors had opened for her. He couldn't really complain though, she was the perfect politician's wife. She had enough Botox in her face to keep it almost perpetually blank. She wasn't too thin or too fat. Every dark brown hair was always in place and her clothes were always elegant and never too flashy. Virginia fucked that way too. She could rise up from the bed when Malcolm had finished, smoothing her hands through her still perfect hair and have the same frozen expression on her face.
He'd stopped fucking her long ago but that didn't mean it was mutual. This morning was the perfect example of how much Virginia still liked to stick it in. Just as he was about to leave, he heard her calling his name in the icy tone that usually froze him in his tracks, "Malcolm, dear, I need to have a word with you." She was already perfectly dressed, as usual, in a navy, blue suit that looked the same as every other suit that took up more than half of her walk-in closet.
Using the word "dear" or any other term of endearment was always trouble, he had discovered, since they despised each other. Malcolm knew perfectly why he hated her guts but had absolutely no idea what Virginia was such a cunt about. Malcolm tried every trick that worked so well with everyone else, donors, constituents, employees and they all thought he was a great guy. And if they didn't, they had the decency to shut the fuck up about it, but not Virginia. "Honey, I'd love to talk to you but I'm running late as it is," with every word, her right eyebrow rose higher and higher on her forehead. She should really work on the Hill, she wouldn't take no for an answer.
"It won't wait," she curled her red, manicured nails over his forearm and Malcolm thought if they were just another inch longer, she would look like she had talons. Virginia would make an excellent dragon, it would actually fit her personality perfectly. "Tomorrow Ashley is coming home from school."
He almost dropped his briefcase and immediately, he felt too warm in his clothes. "What the fuck, Virginia? Why didn't you tell me about this sooner?" Malcolm was grateful that he hadn't eaten breakfast. As it was, the coffee seemed to curdle and churn inside.
She looked triumphant, removing her hand and placing it on her hip. She stuck her chin out, "because I knew that you would react like this."
Virginia had a point but he'd never admit it. When it came to Ashley, most things were better left unsaid, "what did she do now?" She was completely foreign to him and she had been for longer than he could remember. She was like a hurricane, Ashley wasn't happy until everything around her was in shambles.
Virginia rolled her fingers together and Malcolm knew that his wife was craving a cigarette, an indulgence that she had told everyone she had given up long ago. He knew that she would sneak one occasionally. His wife was so fucking fake, but so was he, which was why Ashley was such an anomaly. "There was a misunderstanding with the headmaster and one of the teachers had some accusations of cheating." There was more, she hadn't finished but he exploded.
"Goddammit! Why do I spend fifty thousand a year on school for that little bitch?" She might as well go in the city with all of the other thugs. She's already a fucking criminal, might as well learn something goddamn useful." Private school and the promise of molding her into a young lady was bullshit and they both knew it. What Ashley needed was a cage. Better yet, to be cut loose altogether. He'd done his time and he felt like the prison sentence should be over. "I'm going to go make some phone calls, she's got to stay," his face was red and Malcolm assumed that the large vein on his forehead was bulging.
"One more thing," Virginia wasn't done with the knife and her thin smile gave him the goosebumps, "she'll be coming to work for you when she gets back. She needs a job. If she's not going to stay in school, she has to do something," Virginia rushed to add the last part, "and she totaled the car."
Malcolm shook his head no, "no way in hell, Virginia. She's not coming to the office." His wife knew what their daughter would do there. It would be non-stop chaos and knowing Ashley, it would all be newsworthy.
Virginia had turned and was headed up the stairs, "it's not really up for discussion, Malcolm. Until you find something else for her, she's coming to work with you."
He was fuming and marched to the car, pushing past the driver as he opened and closed the back door for him. Once inside, out of the way of Virginia's prying eyes, Malcolm sighed and rubbed his forehead. There had to be somewhere she could go. She wasn't going to ruin anything else, he couldn't let her. The problem was that it had never mattered in the past. Anything that they had tried, the girl was a goddamn genius at skirting consequences. He wondered for the hundredth time about military school, knowing that they'd never accept her. She never respected authority.
That and the fact that she was so beautiful.
