by Lynn Faye
Matthew pulled me over to the shower bench and pressed me into the seat as he spread my legs open. He quickly kneeled to the ground and took me in his mouth as his tongue flicked and licked me precisely.
As my hand grabbed his wet hair, I felt his fingers move inside of me. He was serious about getting me to scream and I couldn’t help but give in to him. As he worked my body, I let my head rest on the shower wall. The thick warm steam engulfing the two of us as I tried to find something to grab a hold of.
“Matthew…I really have to …go…” I moaned.
He didn’t slow down. He didn’t even listen, Matthew had his own plans and I was just along for the ride. He placed my legs on his shoulders so he could control me even more with his fingers and tongue.
Before I knew what was going on, Matthew had twisted me around on laid me onto the ground under the large showerhead. The warm water sprinkled down on our bodies as Matthew pressed himself into me. I took in a deep breath and turned toward the side to gather another one. It was the hard stone floor that made the position most uncomfortable though and I eventually had to press Matthew away.
“The floor hurts Matthew,” I said.
The whole moment had gone from fun to not so fun in a matter of a minute. We were on the floor of our shower fucking. It wasn’t how I wanted to spend my honeymoon at all. I was going to be late for my meeting and that was it, I was done.
“Get on top,” Matthew urged as he switched spots with me.
“Matthew, I need to go,” I finally said as I stood up and made my way out of the shower before he had the chance to stop me.
“Later, we can make love on a bed of roses,” Matthew teased as he watched me get ready in front of the bathroom mirror.
“With my luck, there will be thorns.”
I was joking, but a little serious all at the same time. Things with Matthew never seemed to be perfect for long. Although I couldn’t see much that would get in our way for the next few years. Yes, I knew Matthew wanted to be President and I expected that he would want to start running about a year ahead of time, but that was fine. We had at least two full years of settling in that we could do.
As I finally finished getting ready and made my way toward the door. I couldn’t help but look back and admire Matthew in his blue business suit. He was one of the best-looking men I had ever met, and he was mine.
“Goodbye, Mr. Vice President,” I said as I walked over and delivered one last kiss to him. “I’ll see you at dinner.”
“Have fun. I hope you get it,” Matthew said sheepishly.
There was no doubt in my mind that I was going to get the position. It was more of a doubt that I would feel like the position was right for me. I had never been involved in a charity organization and I certainly didn’t know how to handle fundraising or marketing for an organization. But I knew that my new title brought with it some big-name recognition and it would certainly help any charity if I were to become involved with them.
“I hope so too,” I said as I left and made my way downstairs.
There was a new secret service officer assigned to me, I could only assume that Matthew had chosen him precisely for me.
“Hello Mrs. Storm,” George said as he opened the front door for me. .
“You can call my Kayla, or Michaela if you’d like George. I can’t see a need to be so formal.”
“Miss Kayla, I will call you whatever you would like.”
“Thanks.”
George was close to retirement and Matthew had asked for him to be assigned to me. He was thorough as I watched him walk around the SUV one last time before he let me into the vehicle. I had already seen him outside inspecting the vehicle for a good fifteen minutes before I had come down the stairs.
I wasn’t really sure if Matthew had hired him more for his experience, or for that fact that he wasn’t a hot young guy like many of the other secret service officers. But for whatever reason Matthew had hired him and I felt pretty damn safe riding around with George.
“How long will you be Miss Kayla?”
“I’m not sure. I’d say maybe a half hour. Will you be coming inside?”
“I’ll be inside and then checking the perimeter. I’ve already visited the office first thing this morning with my team. I don’t expect there will be any issues.”
Wow, he was even more thorough than I had thought he was.
***
“What a difference a year makes,” Steven said as he hugged me and brought me to the conference room.
“It hasn’t even been a full year yet. I can still remember my legs shaking the day I walked into your office. You were so kind to me.”
“Life, it’s a crazy ride, that’s for sure.”
“So how did you end up at this charity?” I asked as I looked around and admired the high quality of furnishings in the room.
It did seem a little odd to me that a charity would have such expensive furniture and artwork on the wall. But I assumed it was some sort of charity that was funded by rich people who just wanted a good tax write off. The good thing about it though, any charity work for a tax write off works just as good as charity work for a full heart.
“I’ll be honest with you Steven, you and I both know I don’t have any experience that I can bring to this position.”
“What are you talking about? You are very qualified and I’m not just saying that because you married the Vice President.”
I had to laugh at the way Steven was talking to me. He appeared to be trying to make me feel better about my qualifications. It was something I had seen many times before when people would come to the college and donate money. I worked with the Dean for a short period of time and he would always build them up and ask if they would consider teaching a class. The Dean would tell them how smart they were, and their business ideas were innovative, etc. But basically the college just wanted high-level donors to feel like that were really involved so they would keep donating more money.
“Steven, it’s just you and I here. How can you say I have any skills that would qualify me for this position? I understand my marriage makes me a good candidate, but you don’t need to snow me with praise.”
“Listen here Kayla. I wouldn’t put myself out there and offer you this job if I didn’t think you could do it. Look how amazing you were with whipping those votes for Mr. Storm when he was Senator. You have a way with people and I think it will go over well in our charity. That’s why I asked you to come talk with me.”
He seemed genuine in his reasons for inviting me and it threw me off a bit. I had thought I was only being asked because of my name and my position, I hadn’t considered the possibility that they actually wanted to hire me because of my skills.
“Okay, so tell me a little more about what you’re looking for. What would my job be exactly?”
“It’s easy. You’ll need to organize our large gift donors. This will include planning a gala dinner. Some other small events. You’ll visit the big donors personally and might even travel overseas to where the fresh water wells are being erected so you can place custom plaques for the high-level donors.”
“Wow, that sounds great.”
“There was one thing my boss wanted me to ask about and please don’t take offense by this. Are you pregnant? I mean, obviously, we would still want you here, but we are just trying to plan a really big event a few months from now and would need to know so we could plan accordingly.”
I busted out into laughter immediately. I suppose many people had the same questions. I had even fielded them from my family back home. But it was funny to get asked such an inappropriate question during an interview. I guess when you’re the Vice President’s wife all questions are fair game.
“No, I’m not and we have no intentions of having children within the next year; at least.”
“I’m sorry for asking, but thank you for answering. So when can you start?”
“Um, probably next Monday. Would that work for you?”
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�Yes, that’s perfect. Thanks, Kayla,” Steven said as he shook hands with me and stood up.
The interview had only lasted about five minutes and I was on my way out the door. Even George seemed a little surprised by how quickly things had happened.
“Did you get the job?” He asked with a look of anticipation in his eyes.
“Yes, but I don’t think it was really an interview,” I laughed as I got into the SUV. “Would you mind swinging by my old apartment so I can grab a few things?”
“Sure.”
No one had liked the idea of Matthew and I keeping the old apartment so we had decided to sell it. Well, obviously, I liked the idea of keeping it; but none of Matthew’s advisers thought it was good. ‘It might look like you two aren’t really living together,’ his new aide said.
We quickly made our way to my old apartment and George insisted on escorting me upstairs and helping me with whatever I needed to grab. It was quickly becoming daunting to have to bring a secret service person with me everywhere I went. I wasn’t sure how I would ever get used to such a thing.
We stood waiting for the elevator and the awkward silence was deafening. I didn’t have anything in common with George at all. At least, the last guy had been closer to my age and I felt like I could talk with him. George felt like my creepy uncle who was there to supervise me, but he wasn’t creepy; just old.
When the elevator door opened, I jumped at the opportunity to get inside and at least, have something else to do besides stand there silently. But as I rushed into the elevator there was a man rushing out of it. We ran smack dab into each other.
The run in instantly put George on alert and he was right at my side.
“Sorry miss,” the man said as he walked away.
“Let’s be more careful,” George said firmly to the man.
I was a little bewildered for a moment, but certainly not harmed at all. My brain was stuck on the face of the man who had run into me, though. I knew him. He was familiar. I ran through possible scenarios of how I knew the man and I just couldn’t remember, until we got to the hallway in front of my apartment and saw Matthew and his security detail leaving. That was when I very vividly remember who the man was that had just run into me.
“Hello, dear,” Matthew said as he wrapped me in a hug and kissed my cheek. “You know I could have picked up anything you needed here.”
“It’s alright. I just had some jewelry in the nightstand. What are you doing here?”
“Just checking to make sure we had the fridge cleaned out, didn’t want a disgusting smell to scare off any new buyers. I’ve got to run, I’ll see you at dinner,” Matthew said with another quick kiss to my cheek.
I did my best not to show any sign that I knew something was going on. But the presence of Matthew and the man from the shadows had me on high alert.
The man I had seen in the elevator was the same man Matthew had been talking to the day before the Vice President’s disappearance. Certainly it wasn’t proof of anything and sometimes I thought I believed Matthew that the man was a reporter, but in that moment, I felt an unusual dread that I just couldn’t shake.
“George, do you know who that man was in the elevator?” I asked, hoping he might have had some sort of idea.
It was hard to get my brain around what was going on. I knew that man in the elevator. I knew he was the one who Matthew had handed a lot of money to in secret before. But Matthew had explained that all away as the man was with the media. Why on earth would Matthew need a man in the media now? Or if he wasn’t in the media, if he did something much more sinister; why would Matthew need anything like that now?
Matthew had what he wanted. He was the Vice President of the United States of America. In just a couple of years he would be able to run for President and would likely get voted in for a full term. I couldn’t think of a single reason that Matthew would need to be plotting or working in secret.
“No, did you get hurt? Should we go to the doctor?”
“Oh, no, no. I just thought I recognized him.”
“Well, you used to live in this building. Maybe you saw him here before. That happens to me all the time. I feel like I know someone but then can’t remember where I know them from.”
“Yeah, that’s probably it,” I said as I tried to sound convincing. “Would you mind if we made another stop after this? I’m sorry to have you running all over the place.”
“Miss Kayla, we can go anywhere you’d like.”
“Okay then. I’d like to go visit another George I know,” I said with a smile.
“Sounds like a good guy to me.”
I looked around the apartment to see if there was anything weird that I could notice from Matthew being there. It all looked just like I had left it the last time I was there. But as I was getting ready to leave I looked inside the fridge. It was still full of old rotten food.
“George, can you help me here?” I said as I grabbed a garbage bag and handed it to him to hold. “Apparently, Mr. Storm forgot to do what he came to the apartment to do,” I said with a forced smile.
We finished emptying the refrigerator and dropped the contents off at the garbage shoot before I had George drive me over to the Senate offices. My stomach was in a horrible knot as I tried to figure out what exactly it was that Matthew was doing at the apartment, with that man he had paid off before.
I still had no idea what he had really paid that man off for the night I saw him on Matthew’s lawn talking about their deal. The truth was, I probably would never know who the man was. But I had a horrible feeling something was about to explode and I didn’t want to be smack dab in the middle of the explosion when it happened.
“George, I know your job is to keep me safe. But do we have to tell anyone that we are going to the Senate office? I mean, I don’t want you to get into trouble or anything.”
George looked back at me as we waited at the red light. His eyes were kind and I felt like he understood why I was so worried. Although, he clearly hadn’t been told anything more than I had. But the way he looked at me, he really did seem genuinely on my side; whatever that side was.
“Miss Kayla, we’re just going for a drive and stopping at the grocery store. There’s nothing to tell,” George said with a big grin.
“Thanks.”
George was the perfect security guard for me after all. I needed someone who would let me go where I wanted to go and just be there to make sure I was safe. I hoped I would get to keep George around for a very long time.
We parked and made our way up the elevator to Senator Masson’s office. I needed to ask him something. It wasn’t going to be easy to figure out the right words, but I needed to talk to him and only him. There was no one else that I trusted with the question I had to have the answer to.
“Kayla!” Marge said as I walked through the door.
Senator Masson’s secretary and I had gotten along since the first moment we talked to one another. It was nice to see her smiling face and she quickly came over to me and hugged me. I couldn’t help but hug her back. She was a great woman and I really liked her a lot.
“Hi Marge, I’m sorry I can’t talk much. I need to talk with George, is he available?”
My secret service officer, George, stood behind me and Marge looked from me to him and then back to me. A look of concern came across her face as she realized I was now the wife of the Vice President and I was standing in her office with a secret service officer.
“Is it an emergency?” She asked looking concerned.
“Oh, no. Nothing like that, but I really do need to talk to him.”
“He’s just getting done with a meeting. If you can wait five minutes, I can get them to wrap it up.”
“That would be great. Thanks so much Marge.”
George and I sat down in the corner of the waiting area as Marge made her way down a small hallway to the conference room. She peeked her head inside and then was back out to us in a matter of a minute.
“They will be
done shortly,” Marge said as she came over to sit by me. “So how are you darling? Are you feeling alright?”
It was the easiest way to ask if I was pregnant without coming out and asking if I was pregnant. I had to smile at the implication; it was quite comical that everyone thought I was pregnant and that Matthew and I had only gotten married so quickly because of it.
The truth of it was I didn’t want to get married so fast. I had had big plans to wait and see how things went with him being the Vice President. But Matthew was a hard man to say no to. It was clear that I was going to be living with him and the press would have given him a horrible time about that. It was just easier to get married.
“I’m feeling well, thanks for asking,” I responded. Not wanting to go into the real reason she was asking me about my health.
The meeting wrapped up quickly and Senator George Masson came out with a group of other men. Including Alex, who had been Matthew’s previous Chief of Staff. It was pretty damn awkward to be standing there with both of them looking at me and no idea why I was there.
“George, Kayla came to talk to you,” Marge said as she pointed out that I was obviously standing in his waiting area.
“Sure, this way,” George said as he brought me back to his office and I left my security detail out in the lobby.
I could still very clearly remember the last time I had been in his office as I sat down on the same couch I had been on before. But things were different this time, everything was different than before.
George Masson had been defeated by Matthew, in more ways than one. He didn’t appear to have the high energy or drive that he had once had. Instead, he was subdued and kept his distance as he sat in a chair across from me.
Senator Masson looked at me as if I was about to be his enemy. His arms were crossed as he sat back in his chair and waited for me to talk.
“George, I need to ask you something and I need the real answer. When everything was going on between you and Matthew, I followed you to a grocery store parking lot and watched you hand money to a man,” I said as I started to notice George getting really nervous.