The Politician - A Billionaire Bad Boy Romance

by Connie Black

  They all expected me to be fucking someone, and if I wasn’t doing so that would be what was strange. I just hope one of these days some reporter doesn’t find out I’m married.

  Suddenly there’s a knock at the door. It’s James, my campaign manager. The fucker always just walks in. Keeps me from stroking my cock when he’s around.

  “Hey boss. I think we need to talk.”

  “What about? Did the new poll numbers come out?”

  “No, not yet. This is about something else. Something a lot more serious.”

  I sat up in my chair. “OK. Well?”

  James looks down and sighs. “Who are you fucking this time?”

  I decided to play dumb. It had been awhile since I’d dumped that stripper named Jazz. I had to somehow convince him that I’d just gone celibate.

  “Nobody man. Just Angela, on the weekends. The usual stuff. I haven’t seen Jazz in more than a month.”

  James glares at me, and I notice the folder under his arm.

  “Come on man, you need to come clean about this.”

  I didn’t get where James was coming from. Everyone knew I fooled around, so why was he so riled up about it all the sudden?

  “I don’t get this James. Why are you laying into me?”

  Normally nobody would dare talk to me the way James did.

  But we went way back, I’d met him in freshman year at boarding school. He took a more conventional route than I did, and actually got that MBA at Harvard. He worked his way up the food chain and while he wasn’t as wealthy as I was, he was worth around $350 million. He was someone I had to respect, an equal.

  James sits down and sighs again. Something has him really stressed out.

  “Are you going to tell me or not?”

  I really didn’t want to tell him. I was willing to come public with it if Diana quit her job, but I sure as hell wasn’t going to put her job at risk because of my actions, by running around blabbing.

  If someone found out that was one thing but me going around telling everyone, that’s not something I’d ever do. Me personally, my actions – I had to show her the respect she deserved. Some people won’t believe that’s who I am, but that’s the way it is.

  I lean back, putting my hands behind my head, looking up at the ceiling. After a long sigh I spill the beans.

  “Diana Bates.”

  James shakes his head. I just didn’t get this. Why the hell would he care.

  “You don’t go around colluding with the enemy.” He’s nearly yelling now.

  “James could you keep it down? Colluding with the enemy?”

  He shakes his head again. “She writes for, well she, look – she’s the leading journalist in this state that works for the top left wing publication, besides the LA Times. They even publish her stuff in the LA Times! You can’t be having an intimate relationship with someone working for the other side.”

  I clench my fists, doing all I can to avoid punching James in the face.

  “James,” I say, exhaling trying to relieve the angry tension building up inside. “Its not really your business who I’m fucking. Diana and I are just friends, with a spark. So we get together and mess around now and then. Friends with benefits. She has her political views but who cares?”

  James pulls that folder out and he’s tapping it with his fingers as I talk, avoiding eye contact.

  “Well Kyle, have a look at this.”

  He tosses the contents on the coffee table.

  Now I’m freaking out. It’s a collection of 8 x 10 photos. Most of them are taken at the restaurant. They show us messing around.

  Then two other photos catch my eye. Looking closely, I realize it’s me fucking Diana from behind – taken from outside her house. I didn’t even think about it but the back of her house was wide open that night, nothing but windows and we left the lights on.

  Someone, as far as I could tell from these pictures, was taking photos right from her backyard.

  “Where did you get those?” I ask timidly.

  “They came in the mail this morning. The folder was in an envelope addressed to me, and it said CLASSIFIED in red letters on the back of the envelope.”

  I sat forward, running my fingers through my hair.

  “My God man, where could they have come from? Why did they send them?”

  James sat back. “You’ve put the entire campaign in jeopardy. Can’t you keep your dick in your pants for six months?”

  I couldn’t believe he was attacking me, when I was the victim here.

  “What you expect me, to give up women, for what? I have needs.”

  His face reddened. He clenches his jaw and pounds his fist on the table.

  “God damn-it Kyle! Are you still a teenager? You’re so focused on fucking women you’re willing to fuck some stupid reporter, just to get your rocks off for a few minutes? Hell, you’re going to forget she’s even alive in six months.”

  “No James, I think this one’s different. I think I feel more for her than just the usual romp.”

  He shakes his head in disgust.

  “Kyle, you’re already married. Wait until THAT gets out. I have a suggestion, couldn’t you save your cock for Angela, instead of looking for a new woman every other day?”

  “Well, Angela and I have an arrangement. She does her thing and I do mine.” I snap back.

  “Yeah but you’re running for the damn Senate now! You know what Kyle, I’m disgusted with you and this situation. I knew you were a horny bastard but I thought you had enough sense to be careful.”

  James had been with me through thick and thin. I could remind him how we got to where we were now, and all the breaks I’ve given him, but I let it slide.

  “James, were there any notes inside this letter or just the pictures? Who could have sent it? What do they want?”

  “I don’t know. I passed the envelope to security, and I’m going to give them these photos when we’re done here, to see if they can dig up anything. There wasn’t any kind of note in the envelope. No matter what its pretty clear, someone wants to blackmail you or force you out of the race. Since you’re loaded with cash, they might just want a payout. This is just a welcome mat, sent to let us know they have the goods on you. A note might follow.”

  “What should we do?”

  He sighed.

  “We can either keep quiet, and wait. See if they send a note. But if we go that route, I suggest you stop giving them material. Stay away from this bitch. Find another one, or better yet have a normal relationship with your wife.”

  Like that was ever going to happen.

  “What’s the other option?”

  “Get out ahead of this situation by getting in front of it. People already know you’re a player. We can end this by having you give a news conference, and reveal that you’re banging Diana Bates. Then if any pictures come out, to the press, nobody would care.”

  He was right that nobody would care, but if I just came out and had a news conference like that the only thing I could guarantee was Diana would never speak to me again.

  I start thinking about Diana’s wet pussy again, and my body begins to ache with need.

  Angering her like that and driving her away – that wasn’t something I was going to allow to happen.

  “OK, I like the first option. Let’s keep quiet about it and let them make their move.”

  “Kyle, you’re the boss so its your call. But I think you’re making the wrong decision. There is too much risk that they’re going to send these pictures or whatever else they have, to the press. I am talking about press that Diana has no control over. It could be all over CNN any moment. Once that happens any political ambitions you have – well you might as well give them up. It’s going to be over.”

  I was realizing for the first time that I wanted Diana more, more than the Senate seat I’d craved for years. The best thing that would happen of course, would be for Diana and I to be together while I still win the Senate race. But if keeping Diana meant n
ever being a Senator, then so be it.

  “We’ll take our chances. Just keep me in the loop – no delays. If any info comes out from these pictures or security digs anything up, I want to know ASAP.”

  James starts gathering up the photos and walks out, slamming the door behind him. “You got it boss.”

  I start thinking about Diana again. My need grew with each passing minute, I had to be with her again. To fuck her and to taste her succulent juices.

  Thinking about some loony taking pictures, deep down it kind of turned me on.

  We had a press conference that afternoon, but I decided I had to go see Diana again.

  Chapter 10 – Diana

  My heart raced as I stared at the black and white pictures that had fallen out of the envelope onto the counter.

  They were pictures of me being intimate with Kyle Swanson. I guess this is what happens when you mess around in the big leagues. I complained about dating boy toys and wanted a man in the real world, and I got that in spades.

  I tried breathing in deeply, and holding it for five seconds before exhaling. My grandmother had taught me that trick to calm your nerves when you’re freaking out about something.

  I didn’t know what to do. A wave of disgust enveloped my body as I went through the pictures. Who would take these?

  What kind of creep would be watching us?

  And why did they send them to me?

  They were taken with what appeared to be a professional black and white camera. This was not the job of an amateur.

  The black and white gave them a clinical kind of nature, and it sickened me.

  I couldn’t stand looking at them anymore so gathered them up and put them back in the envelope, which I shoved in a drawer.

  My head was spinning. What in the hell do I do with these things? Call the cops? Call Janet? Call Kyle?

  I had no idea what to do.

  Someone was trying to ruin my career. That had to be it. Why else would they send them to me? I live paycheck to paycheck and have little money.

  I can’t offer anyone anything, I’m just a local journalist.

  Think Diana. Think.

  I felt dirty. I was never squeamish about sex, I loved sex. But the idea of someone secretly watching, and taking pictures, it really gave me the creeps.

  And I sure as hell didn’t feel safe. I looked out my back window and had a startling thought, they could be watching me right now.

  Maybe it had nothing to do with the campaign. It could be just some sicko, some freak getting off watching my sex life through the window.

  My seething anger with Kyle starts growing. If I hadn’t gotten involved with him in the first place, maybe none of this would have happened. This has to have something to do with him.

  Kyle was a public figure with lots of enemies. There weren’t just a lot of people who really didn’t want to see him elected, there were probably thousands that wanted to see him dead.

  And now I’m caught up in this. Caught up in his secret web of deceit and lies, and his wealth. How many people would just want to blackmail him to get a piece of the riches he always bragged about?

  I wished the insecure bastard could keep his mouth shut.

  Always bragging. I fucked this many women. I own all these companies. I have all this money. Kyle, just shut the fuck up. You don’t need to be telling people all about your possessions and women all the time.

  Nobody really cares anyway.

  After I stop thinking about Kyle, I can hardly move, it feels like I’m paralyzed.

  How do I know someone hasn’t been inside the house? Luckily, its only 4 in the afternoon. If it were at night I’d really be creeped out.

  I decided then and there to get my shit and move into a hotel room. A nice place, in a nice hotel with some security where I can sleep at night.

  I run to the bedroom and pull out my bag, and start frantically gathering things. Toothpaste. Check. Tops. Check. Skirts, pants, blue jeans. Check. Panties. Check.

  My laptop.

  I gasp as I hear a knock at the door.

  I freeze, trying not to breathe. My car is in the driveway so they know I’m home.

  Another knock. For all I know it’s the freak that sent these pictures.

  I tip toe around, and try and make it toward the front door so I can look through the peephole and see who it is. But I don’t want them to hear me.

  Another knock. This time pretty forceful. Three knocks spaced apart by a couple of seconds in between.

  I’m holding my breath, and do my best not to make a sound. I get up to the door and slowly bring my eye to the peephole.

  Damn it. It’s Kyle Swanson. I decide to talk through the door.

  “Kyle! What are you doing here!”

  “I need to talk to you about something. Its really important.”

  I sigh. Then it occurs to me that Kyle could be messing with my head.

  Maybe he sent the pictures. He’s a fucking pervert after all.

  Maybe he’s trying to blackmailing me into not writing about him anymore.

  Or maybe he’s some kind of psychopath that gets off on scaring women. Could be he’s just into some kind of kinky shit and it turns him on, having a friend snap photos of him getting laid.

  I feel annoyed. I decide I’m not telling him about the pictures.

  “What about Kyle. I don’t have much time, and I told you not to come here anymore.”

  “Will you just let me in? It’s important. I need to talk to you and I’m not going to do it yelling through the door.”

  The bastard. He wins again and I give in, opening the door.

  He rushes in like a tornado and grabs hold of me. This is different, it’s more like a loving embrace.

  “Kyle, what’s going on?”

  He shuts the door and peeks out the curtains. He seems as panicked as I am.

  “I don’t think I was followed.”

  “Followed, why would you be followed?”

  I’m playing dumb, not about to let him know about the crazy ass pictures. If he was the one who sent them I’d let him break the news.

  Kyle grabs my hands and pulls me over to the couch, and sits down. He seems hurried, nervous. Not like I’m used to seeing him.

  I sit in stunned silence.

  “Diana, I’m freaked out. I need to know that you’re not involved.”

  “Involved in what?” I smirk, letting Kyle hear the irritation in my voice.

  “Something really weird happened this morning. My campaign manager James, he comes into my office, well he barges into my office, and dumps these pictures on the table.”

  He begins stuttering.

  “Kyle, were they pictures of you and I having sex?”

  “Yes! How did you know? Did you send them?”

  “No don’t be ridiculous!” I snap.

  “Well how would you know that? Did James call you already? He was strategizing this morning, trying to figure out what to do, and I got worried he’d try contacting you.”

  “Kyle, I have something to tell you. I got the pictures to. They were in my mail today.”

  He sits back and rubs his eyes, throwing his head back.

  I felt a sense of relief. I didn’t know what in the hell was going on, but at least Kyle wasn’t behind it.

  I didn’t want Kyle to be behind it.

  And besides that, I could start narrowing things down, find out what this was about. It wasn’t some creep just after me, if they sent the pictures to Kyle too.

  Kyle leans forward again. “What was in the pictures?”

  “Do we really have to discuss that? That’s kind of gross.”

  “Yeah we do Diana. This is about evidence and trying to figure out who’s behind this.”

  “Well I don’t want to get graphic, they were pictures of us having sex in here. I’m sure you remember what happened so I don’t think I need to add any more details. Something creepy about them is they were all stunning black and white photos, like Ansel Adams
had taken them.”

  He barks frantically. “Was that all?”

  “Yeah that’s all. Why?”

  “The pictures sent to my office, also had pictures from when we were at my restaurant. That room we were in was right on the harbor. I don’t think they were diving right? There weren’t any boats by us, so it had to be someone with a high powered lens, all the way on the other side.”