Matthew smiled back at me and I felt like things were a little better between us. I still had no idea what the truth was that he was going to tell me, but I hoped he would, at least, tell me who that man was that he had paid off.
I hoped the man had just been the guy who checked my house and his for listening devices, but it seemed like an awful lot of money for that job. Deep down I worried that he had paid the man off to murder the Vice President. It was a horrible thought and I hated that it was even in my head, but hopefully it was not the truth.
I loathed myself for even thinking that Matthew was capable of something like that. But on the same token, I couldn’t be naive enough to think that Matthew wasn’t capable of hurting someone. Maybe he hadn’t planned for the VP to be murdered? Maybe he had only planned for him to get caught in a brothel; whatever the truth was…I needed to know it if I was going to continue on with Matthew.
Throughout the day, we had several requests for interviews and picked which ones would be best for Matthew to participate in. I was ecstatic at how well the interviews went and the information and personal Matthew was able to get out to the public. Each interview went off without a hitch and we were both very excited with how the day went. It really couldn’t have gone any better if we had planned it.
“Matthew, I’m going to head home,” I said when I realized it was well after five o’clock.
“I’ll come with you if you can give me twenty minutes.”
“Actually, I’d like to get ready before we go to dinner. I’ll just see you at my place in a half hour.”
As I made my way down the corridor and to the elevator, I noticed Senator Masson standing outside his office. He was also heading toward the elevator and had just said goodbye to his secretary for the day.
I could have run the other way, but instead, I decided the professional thing to do would be to have an actual conversation with him. I couldn’t be afraid of Senator Masson forever; sooner or later we would have to move past what had happened between us. Somewhere done the road I might have to work with him or go to a meeting with him, I had to try and smooth things over with the man.
“Hi, George,” I said as we stood in front of the elevator and waited for it.
“Kayla, it’s good to see you. How is Matthew treating you lately?”
It was a dig at the news Matthew and I were a couple now. But I was above that. I wasn’t about to stoop to his level and we weren’t commenting on our relationship with anyone. I knew that George was jealous that I was laying in bed with Matthew at night, but he was going to have to get over it.
“Things are going well with me. I hear you are getting the VP nomination. Congratulations. That’s pretty major.”
“Well, you never know. I’ll believe it when I see it. The tides turn quickly around here.”
“Good luck. You’re a good man George and you deserve that job. Maybe someday we can work together again,” I said with a smile as we entered the elevator together.
“Maybe we could work something out,” George said as he took a step closer to me and was clearly in my personal space.
What had started as me just being nice to him had quickly turned into him pressing against me and talking sexually to me. I should have been more prepared for what happened, but I wasn’t. I felt totally caught off guard as George pressed his pelvis against me and I felt his cock hard for me.
“Now, now George, let’s keep things professional,” I said as I pressed him away gently.
“Kayla, if I’m going to be the Vice President, you are going to want to stay on my good side. I’ll be able to help you a lot more than Matthew will.”
“Thank you for thinking of me George, but I’m not with Matthew because he can help me. I actually care about him,” I said as I went against my better judgment and commented on my relationship with Matthew.
“You’re such a little whore. I guess Matthew has you satisfied enough that you don’t need to fuck anyone else. Good luck to you and your whoring ways,” George said as the elevator door opened and he rushed out.
I was left standing there in total disorganization. His words had cut into me harshly and I felt like I was going to cry. I hadn’t expected Senator George Masson to act like that at all. He didn’t seem like the kind of guy who would turn so nasty so quickly.
Instead of crying, I walked quickly behind George to see where he was going in such a hurry. He didn’t turn toward the parking garage when he got off the elevator and that was unusual. That was enough to distract me from the tears that had started to form.
My footsteps were soft and I stayed back far enough that he didn’t see I was there. George went out the side door and to the parking lot of the market across the street. I had to go down a block and then cross so I wouldn’t be seen, but when I arrived at the parking lot, I couldn’t believe what I saw.
My heart pounded as I tried to make sense of what was going on in front of me. I clearly saw Senator George Masson standing under a tree with a man that looked exactly like the man that Matthew had been talking to the night before.
I quickly circled around the store so I could get closer to the men and still hide behind the side of the building. Unfortunately, I couldn’t get close enough to hear what was going on, but I did see George hand the man a stack of money. A stack that was almost identical in size as the stack of money that Matthew had handed to the man.
My mind was blown as I tried to figure out what the hell was going on. I had assumed Matthew was paying the guy off for some dirty work but was Senator Masson doing the exact same thing? I had no idea what was going on and continued to stand next to the building until George and the other man left.
I stayed there as I replayed the scene in my head and tried to figure out what I was missing in everything that I had seen over the last few days. Were Matthew and George Masson both being played by this unidentified man? Or perhaps they were both paying for the man’s services and neither of them knew what the other one was up to.
It wasn’t until my phone started to ring that I came out of my thought induced haze. I really had no idea what was going on.
“Hello,” I said without looking to see who it was.
“Kayla, where are you? I’m at your place,” Matthew said and I heard a hint of worry in his voice.
“Oh, crap, sorry. I’m almost there. Wait for me.”
I hung up the phone and didn’t give him a chance to ask me where I had been for the last twenty minutes. My heart pounded as I jogged over to my apartment and it didn’t calm down even after I stopped and walked calmly into the building.
When I made it to my apartment, I found Matthew standing outside the door waiting for me, which surprised me. Quickly I tried to calm my breath and look more relaxed than I was. Certainly I couldn’t tell Matthew what I saw, or that it was the same man I had seen with him. Matthew would wonder why I had followed George in the first place. But then I thought of something that might be helpful…the insults that George had flung at me while in the elevator.
“Why are you waiting out here?” I laughed as I tried to deflect the attention from me and back to Matthew.
“Where were you?”
“Are you waiting out here because I yelled at you for going in my apartment this morning?”
“Yes, but where were you? It’s been almost a half of an hour since you left work.”
“I got stuck in the elevator with George Masson. You wouldn’t believe what a jerk he was!”
I opened my apartment door and again noted that Matthew had waited for me outside the door instead of going inside. Maybe he was listening to me when I talked after all. I wasn’t sure I could trust him at all yet. But I felt much better than I had earlier in the day.
The fact that Matthew and George Masson had both met with the same guy seemed to lessen the diabolical nature of what I thought the man was doing for them. I knew that George Masson would not be hiring a killer or any such thing like that, so I had to rethink what both George and Matt
hew had paid the man for.
It was going to be near impossible to figure it all out though without coming out and asking what was going on. I was tired, though. Emotionally and physically I was exhausted. I knew I couldn’t ask Matthew if he had hired a killer. I was just going to have to wait and see if things started to flush themselves out over the next few days.
“Would you mind staying in tonight? Maybe old schooling it… and put a movie on and order pizza? I’m exhausted.”
“That sounds like a great plan, but you still need to tell me what George said to you.”
I rolled my eyes at Matthew when he asked me to tell him. It was horrible what George had said to me and I didn’t even want to repeat it. I didn’t want those thoughts to be in Matthew’s head at all when he thought about me. I hesitated before I told Matthew, but I decided if I wanted Matthew to be honest with me then I was going to need to be honest with him.
“He just called me a whore, and that was about it. But he first pressed his old shriveled cock up against me to see if I wanted to play with him.”
“That son of a bitch, that old man does not deserve to even be in the same room as you,” Matthew said as he pulled out his phone. “I’ve had it with him. I’ve been playing things soft and sweet with him. I’m done with it. I’m going to play hardball.”
“Don’t call him!” I said as I reached for his hand.
“I’m not calling him. But there is something I was holding back on and I’m not holding back anymore. I’m done with that man.”
I stood next to Matthew and watched as he dialed a number that was in his phone as ‘X’. That was it, no name, no other information, just the letter X. The man on the other end seemed to know exactly who Matthew was when he called and I stayed close to Matthew to try and listen to the whole conversation.
“Did you get his money?” Matthew asked.
“Yes, twenty-five thousand dollars.”
“You keep it. I want a full out release of all the information. No more games.”
“I made promises to him,” the man on the other end of the phone said.
“Well keeping that twenty-five thousand plus the money I gave you should be enough to break those promises. Release it all,” Matthew said and then hung up the phone.
I was surprised that Matthew had talked so freely in front of me. Maybe our little talk about honesty had been helpful and he had actually listened to me.
“So do you feel like telling me what’s going on?” I asked as I made my way into the kitchen and opened a bottle of wine.
Matthew came into the kitchen behind me and wrapped his arms around me. His head rested on my shoulder and I felt the comfort of his touch. For a brief moment, I relaxed and closed my eyes so I was wrapped in his arms and his scent. I loved the feeling of comfort I had when Matthew had his arms around me. There was no other feeling even close to that feeling.
“I want to tell you, Kayla. I just don’t think it’s fair for you to be all wrapped up in the negative aspects of this political stuff. You have such a positive view. If you knew everything it would make you jaded like I am.”
I understood where he was coming from. Did I really want to know everything? I thought I did, but when it came down to it; would it make me hate Matthew once I knew all that he had to go through to get the position of power that he wanted. I really didn’t know what I wanted anymore.
After seeing Senator George Masson doing the exact same thing that Matthew had done, I was starting to feel like I had misjudged Matthew and all that was going on with him. Perhaps Matthew wasn’t dangerous at all. Perhaps he was just doing what he needed to do in order to get the position he wanted. That didn’t seem all that unusual compared to all the other Senators in Washington.
“I’ll compromise with you. How about you just tell me about what’s going to happen tomorrow. Let me be prepared for tomorrow at least,” I said as I turned around in Matthew’s arms.
“Deal.”
Matthew leaned in and stopped about an inch away from my lips. I couldn’t resist and I moved my lips to touch his. We kissed softly and slowly like we were a young couple in love. I wasn’t sure that was exactly what we were. But I did have feelings for Matthew, lots of them. Unfortunately, they ranged from fear to loathing to loving and I wasn’t exactly sure which order they were coming in.
His hands held onto my waist and he gently moved his hips against mine. I felt the fire inside me start to ignite as I thought about how good our bodies always felt when they were together. It made me want to stop being angry and just get naked right there in the kitchen.
“Tell me who you were just talking to,” I said as I reached my hands down and unbuckled his pants.
My fingers slid into his boxers and I felt his smooth, hard, muscle as it throbbed with excitement for me. I loved the way his body was always hard for me. There was no denying that I aroused Matthew, no denying that at all. Every time we were together Matthew’s cock was hard and wanted to be inside of me. That did give me a bit of confidence about how he felt about me. There was no way to hide if you were aroused by someone, especially for a man like Matthew.
“He’s a reporter. I hired him to leak information about Masson slowly to other news sources. But he was also working with Masson, who had hired him to leak dirt about me.”
Matthew reached for my pants and unbuttoned them as he talked. He slid them down to my ankles along with my panties. I took a deep breath in as he blew his warm breath toward my center as he bent over. His mouth was only a few inches away from me and I wanted to open up and let his tongue touch me.
“I haven’t heard any dirt leaked about you,” I said as I tried to control my breath.
“That’s because the guy is working for me. He’s taking Masson’s money, but there won’t be one single story about me out there,” Matthew said as he stood up and started to unbutton my blouse. “Anything else you want to know?”
I was having a hard time thinking straight and I was sure there were plenty of other things I wanted to ask him. I couldn’t think of any of them. The mysterious man had been solved so for the moment I was going to enjoy myself.
My hands moved to his pants and I pressed them down to the floor and let my mouth graze his throbbing hard cock. I couldn’t resist a quick lick of his soft skin.
“There was one other thing,” I whispered as I gave his member a sweet little kiss.
Matthew took his shirt off and stood there looking down at me. His breath labored with anticipation. But I wasn’t ready to ask my next question, I actually didn’t know if I really wanted to ask it at all. Things had changed since I saw Masson talking to the same man and I believed Matthew when he said the guy was a reporter. Maybe my other questions could wait.
“Anything. Kayla, I’ll be honest with you. Ask me anything.”
I felt the sincerity in his tone and I did think of one other question I wanted to ask him. But I decided to wait for a few minutes and let the anticipation build up. I really did love playing with Matthew.
I slid to my knees and wrapped my lips around him. The sound of his breath releasing in relief was delightful.
His arms braced against the counter as I moved my mouth up and down his hardness. I loved how excited he was for me. There was no doubt Matthew loved fucking me, as I did him. When we were together, I didn’t think about our age difference or even our jobs. All I thought about was how his body and mine fit together so perfectly. I had never been with a man as many times as I had been with Matthew. It felt so natural when we were together.
“Kayla,” he whispered.
But I didn’t stop to answer him. Instead, I moved my lips quicker to entice him closer to explosion. I wanted to see that desperate look in his eyes as he waited for his body to release. That was when I would ask my question. Only in that moment would I get the answer that was most truthful from Matthew.
Faster and harder I sucked on him, letting his body build up the excitement. My eyes didn’t look up at him; I stayed
focused on the job in front of me. Harder…harder…long strokes until I felt his body release the beginnings of his explosion. That was when I stood up and slid between Matthew and the counter.
“Girl, you are going to kill me,” Matthew said as he started to kiss my neck.
His mouth vigorously sucked on my neck as his body pressed against me. I could tell he wanted to slide inside of me so bad he could hardly stand it. But he did stand it, he waited and he kissed me. He resisted his urge to thrust inside of me and instead tried to be sweet to me.
I lifted myself up onto the counter and spread my legs for him. I wanted him to see how wet with desire I was for him. I wanted him to see just how badly I wanted to have his body inside of mine.
Matthew looked at me with longing that I couldn’t have even hoped for. His eyes looked at my wetness and then back up to my lips.
“I said anything. Ask me anything and I will answer you,” Matthew said as he moved closer to me and let his hands rest on my thighs.
His thumb moved toward my wet center and I tried not to flinch as he started to massage my clit. It felt so delightful that I had to pull my hips away slightly so I could get the question out that I wanted to ask him.
“Did you kill the Vice President?” I asked.
Matthew looked into my eyes for a brief moment and I saw what I thought was shock cross his face. Then he looked down and Matthew didn’t look up from my pussy again, but he did answer me.
“No.”
Within a second his cock slid inside of me and I wrapped my arms around his neck to hold onto him. His thrusts were hard and he seemed to be playing rougher than when we first started to mess around. I figured the accusation of being a murderer had probably made him angry, but I did believe him when he said he didn’t do it. There was nothing about Matthew that seemed like someone who could commit murder and I instantly regretted asking the question.
His body thrust into me hard and I screamed out with the delight that he delivered to me. I moved in and tried to kiss him, but this time he pulled away. Instead, he sucked on my neck and I felt the strength of his mouth close to my vein.
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