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When I find out who has plastered Winter’s beautiful face all over this newspaper, and I absolutely plan to, I will fucking kill them. Not only are they ruining my chances for re-election but they made the biggest mistake of their lives when they fucked with my girl. I rub up and down her arm trying to offer her some type of comfort and support. But her silence is worrying. Will she want to go back to the Manor now? Will they even allow her back now that her beautiful face is front-page news?

I will not stand for that. They have made an enemy out of the wrong mother fucker.

CHAPTER17

WINTER

“Whatever you need I'll take care of it.”

I never thought I’d ever hear those words from him.

“I may sadly have to take you up on that.” I flop back onto the couch, defeat coursing through my veins. How in the hell did everything go sideways so damn fast? And I very well may have to take him up on his offer. I won’t be able to get a job if anyone recognizes me because they won't hire me now. I’m kind of fucked.

Hopefully, this scandal stays local. Maybe I can move but I don’t even know where I’d go. I’ve never even entertained leaving my home. Well, my home town. I no longer have a home. I don’t have any friends really or family for that matter. I have Lila but she probably wouldn’t give two shits if I fell off the face of the earth. And how fucking sad is that? I have no one. Maybe that’s just what I need to do. Leave. There isn’t anything for me here anymore unless you count memories and heartache.

And now that karma sort of fucked Rex, I guess my revenge is complete.

Thanks, karma. You were just supposed to get Rex, not me too. I let loose a loud, resigned sigh and grab the remote control and turn on the T.V. And of course, the local news is talking about the scandal. So, I just turn the TV off and lay the remote control down onto the coffee table.

Fuck.

“I mean it could be worse, Winter. We’re both single, consenting adults. We didn't do anything that any other adults on this earth don't do or haven’t done.” Rex flops down beside me where I’m perched, elbows on my knee, my face resting in one hand.

I examine his handsome stubbled face. He looks tired and stressed and instead of being happy about this, I almost feel bad. He’s been nice to me, sweet even like the old Rex that I thought I once knew. I’m finding maybe I don’t know Rex Dean, the man, as well as I imagined that I did.

Maybe he isn’t as awful as I thought. Either way, it’s too late to care. The damage is done. I just wonder what he will do once he realizes who I am. If he’ll even remember my parents or me. Should I just tell him now? Blurt it out, like ripping off a band aid. But I find myself staying quiet. Maybe I don’t want to end things with him this way. Maybe I won’t tell him the truth at all.

“Yeah, but you're running for re-election for Governor, and you were caught on camera; choke-fucking a prostitute in public. Not looking good for us buddy.”

We both laugh because what else can we do.

“You just stay here and lay low the next few days. I don't want to draw any more attention to you than necessary and maybe that will make the press lose a bit of interest as well. Maybe no one will be able to identify you. And I'll call the guys at the Manor to talk to them about that, as well as your contract. I'll take care of it.”

I don’t respond, really what is there to say?

His phone rings and he pats my thigh as he digs his phone out of his pants pocket and looks at the caller identification. I find his touch comforting, supportive even. It’s nice to be comforted. It’s been so long since I’ve felt that from anyone.I’m pathetic.I pride myself on being strong but it’s been a long time since I’ve felt comforted like this and I am eating it up. God help me, I am. Every day I spend with Rex has me viewing him in a little bit of a different light than I did just a few short days ago.

I’m not sure what to make of it.

Maybe what he did to my family was just a business decision and I'm taking it personally. Just thinking that thought makes me feel like I’m betraying my parent's memory. I turn my attention to his hand where he mindlessly rubs my leg as he continues to talk. From the one-sided conversation, it sounds like he’s talking to his public relations team.

I focus on his face and as I gaze at him, I am struck with the realization that he is working so hard trying to fix everything and not once has he mentioned fixing things for himself. Everything he's done so far has been about making this right for me. It's weird. After all this time of carrying around this bitter indignation, I didn't see this coming. I’m not sure what to make of this side of him.

“Yes, I want to keep the lady out of any briefings.” He pauses to listen. I bite my lip as he scratches at the stubble on his chin. He looks sexy like this. Even in the middle of all this bullshit, he is sexy.

“We will not be commenting on our status.” He turns his hand over, palm up, and rests it on my thigh. I look at his hand for a moment and realize that he wants to hold my hand. I lace my fingers with his and he gives it a few gentle, reassuring squeezes. If it weren't for everything going on, this would almost be nice. Like how a normal couple enjoying time together might be; if they weren’t a john and a whore.

Speaking of, he looks really great tonight and he smells even better. I stand up off of the couch but I don't let go of Rex’s hand instead, I take the few steps to stand in front of him. When he looks at me quizzically, I get down to my knees.

Realization dawns on him what’s about to happen and his gorgeously beautiful lips tick up in a lopsided grin.He is so fucking handsome.That lopsided grin makes him look so carefree.

I can't help but smile back at him as I reach for the button on his pants and make quick, quiet work of unfastening it and opening the zipper.

“We wouldn’t want your team to know that your dirty little whore is about to suck your big, fat, dick,” I whisper the words as I work and his eyes blaze with heat, and his tongue darts out running along his overly plump bottom lip. The man has perfect lips. I wiggle on the spot, my pussy growing wetter just thinking about how it feels to have his mouth on my body.

As he raises his hips and I pull his pants and his boxers down as one.

"No. She will not be talking to the press."

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