Stephen said goodbye, and after I shut the door behind him, I said a little prayer, thanking God things with Malik didn’t turn out any worse.
President of the United States
Stephen C. Jefferson
I wasn’t lying when I’d told my mother I was trying to stay on a straight and narrow path, but certain things irked the hell out of me. One of those things was Mr. McNeil. It troubled me he’d had Raynetta so upset; I pondered what I would ultimately do to him. I had to do something because he was still coming for me. After all this time, he still had it out for me and I had just about had enough. Dealing with him took careful planning though. Sooner, rather than later, he would be no more.
Since Sam wasn’t feeling well, I decided to take over his position for the day and answer questions for the press. I had only dedicated fifteen minutes to it, simply because Andrew had scheduled another meeting with me and several members from my administration. It was on to drafting the next legislation which was infrastructure and dealing with racism in this country. We needed to correct our unjust judicial system and increase the punishments for hate crimes. I was sure this subject would make a lot of people uncomfortable, but it was time for us all to be honest with ourselves and start holding people accountable for their actions.
Ever since the other day when I’d signed off on the new bill regarding women’s rights, Andrew and nearly everyone else around the White House who’d doubted me, they had been sucking up to me. I got tired of Andrew telling me how sorry he was for disagreeing with me and he’d even purchased a gift card from one of my favorite restaurants. I laughed and tossed the card in the trash.
“Sir,” he said as we sat in the Oval Office, getting ready for my press conference today. “Don’t take too long and remember your meeting is at two o’clock. That gives you roughly twenty or so minutes to answer questions for the press and get out of there.”
“I’ll do my best to wrap it up quickly, but you know how much I like to talk. The press will be surprised to see me, and I didn’t want Sam to go out there hacking his head off today.”
“Yes, he has a pretty bad cold. I hope neither of us gets sick and I would hate for you to get sick on or before you head out of the country in a few days.”
“I would hate that too, that’s why I told Sam to stay far away from here. I hope he listens.”
Andrew agreed. Minutes later, we headed to the Press Briefing Room. As soon as I entered, plenty of smiles could be seen. The press was ready to dive right in with questions, and after I provided an update about what my administration had been working on, I started to take questions. I pointed to a reporter who had his hand up in the front row.
“Good afternoon, Mr. President. It’s always good to have you in the Press Briefing Room with us and we wish you would come here more often. Since you can’t, I wanted to ask you about your detailed plans for infrastructure. We’ve been talking about building up our nation for years, but it seems like many of the infrastructure projects are always put on the backburner. Are you sure it’s going to happen this time and are there any states in particular you intend to focus on first?”
“I agree we have put off fixing our roads and bridges for way too long. I’m not going to necessarily focus on certain states in particular, but a more detailed plan will be coming, after my meeting this afternoon. I can tell you the bill we’re going to push for will be unlike anything you’ve ever seen. We’re going to find a way to pay for it and we’re hoping to generate a massive amount of jobs.”
I pointed to a female reporter in the second row. “Thank you, Mr. President,” she said. “My question to you pertains to the verdict we’re still waiting on relating to the cop who killed an unarmed black man and his son. Do you know what is taking the jury so long to come back with a verdict and have you been given details about what actually happened that day?”
“Yes, I was given detailed information by the DOJ and I hope and pray the jury gets it right. We can’t afford to keep going down this path where cops are not being held accountable for their actions. And if they’re innocent, we certainly don’t want them to go to jail. But let me allow the jury time to review all of the evidence, before I speak further.”
“But you already said you hope they get it right. That means, you think the cop should be convicted. Are you willing to say you are hoping for a conviction?”
“What I’m willing to say is what I said. You can spin it how you wish, and the way I see it, no further clarification from me is needed.”
I pointed to another reporter in the far back. “Sir, thank you for being here, but how’s your mother? Has she been able to get her drinking under control? If she hasn’t been able to, have you thought about putting her in rehab again?”
I had gotten to the point where I knew dumb ass questions would come out of certain reporters’ mouths, particularly from reporters who worked for the conservative side of the media. This time, I was ready.
“My mother is doing well, Randy, and thank you for asking. Her drinking is very much under control, but if it wasn’t, I would definitely send her to the same rehab facility your father is in. He’s been there for quite some time, hasn’t he? I feel bad about how abusive he was to you and your mother, but, hey, shit happens sometimes, doesn’t it?”
His expression fell flat. He shot me a look like he wanted to rush up to the podium and beat my ass. Obviously, some of the reporters could dish it out, but they damn sure couldn’t take it. I was ready to move on, so I called on Michelle who’d had her hand up. She stood when she asked her question and she looked at me without a blink.
“Mr. President, since you were so eager to push for more women’s rights in this country, why do you attempt to silence us? Several women from your administration have complained, including VP Bass who said, and I quote, that you do not listen to her advice and when she offers it, you ignore her. She went on to say you have no issue with listening to or following the advice of men. She once stated you referred to her by using the “B” word and are you willing to admit you have gone that far and utilized the “B” word in her presence?”
I gazed at Michelle for a few seconds and did exactly what she tried to accuse me of. I ignored her and pointed to another reporter to question me. Before he did, I made it clear that if the questions didn’t pertain to vital issues which were happening in or outside of our country, I wasn’t going to answer. The next several questions did, and after I answered, I waved and told everyone to enjoy their day. I knew Michelle was still upset; she’d tried her best to get underneath my skin. It didn’t surprise me one bit when she came after me and asked me to follow her to a meeting room we always went to. After I went inside, she slammed the door behind me. She had something in her hand, and when I looked to see what it was, it was duct tape. She tore off a big piece and slammed the rest of it on the table.
“Why didn’t you answer my question?” she asked. “You knew exactly where I was going with it and the least you could’ve done was answer it.”
“I didn’t answer because you made it more about VP Bass than you did about you. I’m shocked that you’re still upset with me. I honestly don’t know why.”
“I can’t tell you why because you don’t want to hear me. You don’t want to hear anything I have to say and all you want to do is silence me. If my silence pleases you, then fine. I’ll stay silent just to . . . just to be with you and you will never hear me complain again.”
She slapped the tape over her mouth and rolled her eyes at me. I hated she was so upset with me; the last thing I was trying to do was silence her.
“Michelle, stop this nonsense, alright? You are leading us down a path you don’t want to go. If you’re that upset with me, tell me why and be done with it. I think I heard all your gripes the other night, unless there is more.”
She stood while mean mugging me with the tape over her mouth. When I reached out to remove it, she smacked my hand away. I certainly didn’t have time for this, so I stepped arou
nd her and reached for the knob on the door to open it. She aggressively pulled the back of my suit jacket and grabbed my arm to turn me around. Her head moved from side-to-side as she yanked my shirt apart, ripping it down the middle. My buttons popped off and rolled on the floor. With my chest exposed, she reached for the zipper on my slacks. I grabbed her hand to stop her.
“No,” I said adamantly. “This isn’t what you want. You made it clear that you wanted William, not me. Do you still want him?”
She moved her head from side-to-side.
“Are you still seeing him?”
Her head moved from side-to-side again.
“Do you want me and only me?”
She slowly nodded and her pretty brown eyes staring into mine while confessing her need for me had me hooked.
“Are you saying it’s over between the two of you?”
She nodded and reached for my zipper again. I reached for the tape over her mouth and carefully removed it. Her first soft words to me were, “Nothing ever got started between us, because I need you so badly. I want only you, and I didn’t mean to be a pain in—”
I silenced her when I covered her mouth with mine. We exchanged sloppy wet kisses, and as she literally ripped off my clothes, I hit the lights and leaned her back on the table. Our mouths stayed attached and while rubbing the back of my head, she passionately sucked on my lips.
“I can’t hold back anymore,” she said as I lifted her skirt and massaged her cheeks. “I want this. I want us to be together and I want to take care of your every need.”
She covered my mouth with hers again, and between juicy wet kisses, and heavy breathing, she continued to express her thoughts.
“I will take care of you. I will make you so happy and celebrate all of your accomplishments with you. I need you, Stephen, and I want you to need me too.”
Everything she’d said caused our kissing to get more intense, and by now, my hard head was knocking at her door. I moved the wet crotch section of her panties aside and steered my muscle right in. The warmth and tightness caused me to shut my eyes and as I started to stroke her insides, she pulled me closer to her and planted her soft lips close to my ear.
“Allow me to satisfy you in every way. I want more than just sex. We can have so much more and we deserve it. Just say the word and I will give you everything. I will cook for you, bathe you and be there for you every step of the way. I want you to meet my children and I want all of us to be together always.”
Her lips returned to mine, and I had to admit I was sold on a lot of what she had said. It sounded damn good to me; so good that I was in a trance as our bodies rocked fiercely together in sync. Her wetness was all over me, and the sexual aroma filling the room made me feel high.
“Give me more, Stephen, please give me more. Go away with me for a few days and let’s enjoy life. I want to see the world with you, give you more children, if that’s what you want, and just . . . just love you like you’ve never been loved before.”
By now, I felt heavily sedated. Michelle had put it out there and laid it all on the line for me. I couldn’t get enough of her and when she eased off the table, ready for me to enter her from another position, she stood with her back facing me. My steel rested between her healthy cheeks and with my arms wrapped around her, I squeezed her nipples and massaged her breasts together. Her head was turned sideways so her lips could continue to tangle with mine. We could barely catch our breaths, and as soon as she fell forward and bent over the table, I got back to work and hit it hard. Michelle hollered out after each thrust forward—she started to express herself once again.
“Let’s go, baby, please let’s go,” she whined. “Two days, three days, whatever. I need to show you we can have even more than this. I hope you already know we can.”
I wanted to respond, but couldn’t. I just kept pushing my goodness into her while watching her mountains clap and waiting for her juices to overflow. In the midst of her orgasm, she forced me back and quickly turned to face me. She placed my hand over her slit and as I softly rubbed against it, she threw her arms around my neck.
“I love the hell out of you, and I want you to love me back. Do you love me, Stephen, please be honest. Now is the time. Or are we going to just keep screwing each other until one of us get tired?”
I pulled my glazed finger out of her insides and tightly wrapped my arms around her. Her soft breasts were smashed against my chest while I searched deep into her eyes.
“I’m afraid to love you,” I answered. “Afraid to give us a chance and I continue to ignore my feelings because I don’t want to hurt Raynetta. I’m disappointed about my failed marriage and I feel guilty about the feelings I have for you. It’s easier for me to suppress my feelings and I keep telling myself that this can never be more than just sex.”
“It is so much more than sex. So much more and I know you feel it. All I ask is that you give me a chance to show you. Let’s go somewhere private for a few days. Just you and me, and Secret Service if need be. Please think about it, and if you can make that happen, call me and let me know. I’ll be waiting on your phone call.”
Michelle had put some serious shit on my mind. I was so messed up that I couldn’t even attend my two o’clock meeting. My clothes were ripped, body was wet and sticky, and if anyone saw me, they would instantly be able to tell what I had been up to. Michelle straightened her clothes and left the room before I did. I waited before exiting, and as I made my way down the corridor, that was when I saw Andrew standing near the Rose Garden.
“You missed the meeting,” he said. “After you didn’t show up within the first ten minutes, I cancelled and rescheduled for tomorrow.”
“Thanks,” I said as we entered the Oval Office through the glass doors. “Something came up. I just couldn’t get away.”
“From the way you’re looking, that’s pretty obvious. Maybe you should head up to the Executive Residence and get yourself together.”
“That’s what I plan on doing, but I need you to stay right here, until I come back. I need to speak to you about something important.”
Andrew nodded and I hurried to the Executive Residence to shower and change clothes. I returned to the Oval Office in a pair of navy sweats and a soft cotton T-shirt that rested on my muscles. Andrew questioned my laxed attire.
“Obviously, you’re not going anywhere else important for the rest of the day,” he said, jokingly. “And what is it that you want to speak to me about?”
“About a quick vacation and Raynetta.”
“Yes, please take a quick vacation. You’ve been working your ass off and you and the first lady should get away. Are you going to Camp David or somewhere else? I can handle things while you’re away, but you have to get back here and prepare for your trip out of the country. The first lady can join you on that trip too. You may not have much time to spend with her, because that trip will be more about business than anything.”
“Raynetta and I won’t be vacationing together. As a matter of fact, we’ve been talking about getting a divorce. I think it’s time and I want to know how severe you think the backlash will be from the American people. I do plan to run for a second term, but do you think I’ll be successful without Raynetta by my side? We’re not in love anymore, and I don’t think it is fair for her to remain here with me, under the circumstances.”
Andrew wiped down his face and leaned forward as he sat on the sofa. “I know you’ve been seeing Michelle Peoples for quite a while now, but does this have anything to do with her? Is that who you want to vacation with and do you have plans to divorce Raynetta and marry her? I don’t know if that’s a good idea, Stephen. It doesn’t look good, and for you to divorce your wife and be with your mistress is—”
He was getting too far ahead of himself; I had to make a few things clear to him.
“First of all, I never mentioned anything about getting married again. That’s not happening and stop with the mistress bullshit. I don’t have a mistress. I am involved wit
h a beautiful woman who loves and treats me better than my wife. I have strong feelings for her and I would be a fool to keep ignoring a woman who I know can bring some happiness to my life. She’s not the reason I want a divorce, and as you know, Raynetta and I have had problems for a very long time. There is no way for me to be all I can be with a woman I do not trust. Not now, not ever.”
“I get that, and since you asked for my opinion, here it is. Finish your term and don’t run for a second term. The American people won’t stand by you, Stephen, especially women who will not be happy about you separating from the first lady. They love her too. They love the both of you and they root for the two of you together. It’s a shame to see two beautiful people fall out of love with each other, but it happens all the time. Neither of you should live your lives being unhappy, and if Michelle Peoples is capable of making you a better man, I’ll root for the two of you as well. Take a vacation, but only for a few days. Be sure to have your phone with you at all times, and before you go, tell Raynetta. Just tell her what you really want, Stephen, and if she decides to stay, fine. If not, let her go and try your best not to have any regrets.”
“I can’t tell her everything right now. Soon I will, but I need for you to cover for me for the next couple of days. Can you do that for me?”
Andrew nodded. “Of course I will. For three days I will, but after that, Mr. President, I need you to get back here so we can prepare for your trip. You have multiple meetings scheduled and when you leave the country, we always like to update you and keep you informed on specific world issues.”
“That’s fine. I’ll be back, but first I have to figure out where I’m going.”
Andrew told me about a private farmhouse his cousin owned near the beach in Long Island. He even showed me some photos of the place, and after arranging everything for me I called Michelle to confirm.
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