Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30316 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 152(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30316 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 152(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
“Care to explain what the hell is going on?” he barked.
I moseyed over to one of the chairs positioned in front of his desk and dropped down into it before I answered.
“You asked for a creative solution.” I shrugged. “Marrying her ensured that I could be close to her throughout your campaign without her getting suspicious.” Not to mention she’s sweet, intelligent, funny, and sexy as hell. And fuck, was she a firecracker in bed, but I kept those thoughts to myself.
“I can see how that makes sense, but you should have consulted with me first, Mr. Hansen. Do you have any idea of the damage control I’m going to be forced to do?” He rubbed his temples as though just the thought made him weary. “I run my campaign on family values for crying out loud! It’ll be months before I’ll be able to dispel the rumors that this was a shotgun wedding.”
I didn’t comment because, honestly, I didn’t give a flying fuck about how this affected the senator. My only concern was Keaton. Although the words “shotgun wedding” started to roll around in my head.
“And what’s your plan for when this is over?”
My vision started turning red at the thought of letting Keaton go, and I almost growled at the man. I barely kept myself in check, but managed it only because I needed to play this just right for Keaton’s sake. He was her father, and, despite his shortcomings, I knew she loved him.
“She thinks this arrangement is only for a year,” I informed him ambiguously. I didn’t bother to tell him that she was wrong. He’d figure it out eventually, and I didn’t want him trying to bully Keaton into leaving me.
Norris huffed and leaned back into his chair. “I suppose I have no choice but to go along with this ridiculous plan. I can’t have my daughter going through a divorce while I’m trying to garner the conservative vote. At least we’ll have almost a year to get back on track when it becomes clear that she didn’t wed because she was pregnant. Then after the election, you two can get a quiet annulment. It’s not like she’ll be a single parent, so it shouldn’t draw much media attention.”
The shotgun comment was still spinning in the wheels of my brain, and when the senator mentioned Keaton being pregnant, the idea solidified. It was the perfect solution. It would stop her father from trying to force a divorce when the year was up. He wouldn’t want the scandal. It would also create an unbreakable connection between Keaton and me. But more than anything, I wanted to see my wife carrying our baby. A little one that we created, that was a part of both of us. Just the thought of my woman sporting a baby bump had me hardening. I was anxious to get out of here and get started on knocking her up.
It hit me then. Well, fuck. She could already be pregnant. I’d never dug up that box of condoms. After that first night, I hadn’t even thought about it. The idea of being with Keaton and having anything between us was repugnant.
I’d never seen Keaton take a pill. Realistically, she could be on another type of birth control, but I’d popped her cherry, so it was entirely possible that we’d been having unprotected sex for a week. And considering the amount of time I spent buried in her delicious pussy, I’d be shocked if she wasn’t pregnant.
My reverie was broken when the senator spoke again. “At least I don’t have to worry that you’re after her for her money,” Norris said absently, as he had started working again. “I was hoping my daughter would marry someone with an impeccable pedigree, who would boost my image with the voters. But your money and reputation make you a suitable option for marriage. Maybe that will be enough for the next man to overlook her past entanglements.”
My hands clenched into fists on the armrests of my chair. The way he spoke about his daughter pissed me off, like she was a tool rather than a woman. However, it was the mention of another man that had the blood pumping through my veins. Rage boiled under the surface. I mashed my lips together in order to keep silent and slowly unfolded from my seat. I was done with this conversation. I just wanted to collect my wife, take her home, and spend the night making love to her.
“I don’t want Keaton working at the campaign office anymore. Or out stumping with you.” Norris looked up, a frown dragging the corners of his mouth down. “Keeping her safe is my priority, and that means staying away from the campaign.”
“Her appearance at my side is necessary,” he argued. “My constituents like being reminded that I’m a family man.”