Total pages in book: 189
Estimated words: 174749 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 874(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 174749 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 874(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
“Very well, Liam… I came here because I wanted to hear your side of the story. Your deal has caught the Senate’s attention, and it seems that Carter is pretty adamant on blocking your deal. I’ve met with him already, and it doesn’t seem like he expects to lose.”
“Couldn’t you hear my side of the story during the day, in my office?” I ask her in a mocking tone, ignoring her comments about the deal. “Or did you want to see me this bad?”
“Oh, I see. You’re trying to impress me with your devil-may-care bad boy persona; don’t worry, I’ve heard all about it already. After all, not a day goes by without reports of your, ahem, escapades hitting the news.” She talks back. Impressive. Most women would just flush, happy to be talking to me and trying to figure out a way to get me into their bed. But not this one; whoever Vivian Hawthorne is, she’s a different woman than what I’m used to. I like that… I really like that.
“SO, tell me, Liam… Why are you this hell bent on the deal you made? You might be committing political suicide if you clash with Carter.”
“Vivian… Do I look like I give a fuck about that? Political suicide… Are you fucking kidding me? Do you think that I’m the Mayor because I want a career in politics? If that’s what you think I care about, you’re dead wrong.”
“Then what do you care about? Besides drinking.”
“Drinking and womanizing,” I correct her with a wide grin. “Look around, Vivian. Do you see all the people in this bar? To them, I’m not the fucking Mayor. I’m the guy they trust to look after them. And I won’t let them down, come hell or high water. Carter might try and turn the Senate, the Supreme Court, the President, or the fucking Pope against me… It’s all the fucking same to me. I won’t quit on New Kingston because of my political career.”
She raises one eyebrow in surprise, taken aback by my words; holding her drink, she swirls the whisky before taking a sip.
“That’s refreshing… To hear a politician talk that,” she confesses, her eyes staring into mine. Smiling, I reach for her and take the drink out of her hands, putting it down on the counter. I can already feel the fucking atmosphere around us growing heavy. Maybe it’s the booze, but there’s something in her that’s just pulling me in.
“I’m no ordinary politician. I talk different and I… do everything different. Better.” Unblinking, she swallows in dry; she knows exactly what I’m talking about.
“Everything?”
“Everything,” I say, and with that, I go for it. I just can’t fucking help it. I lean in, her eyelids drooping as I cross the distance between us. The moment our lips touch, my mind tunes out everything else. I no longer hear the noise in the bar, or the loud sound of the game on TV. No, my brain is focused on one single thing right now: Vivian’s lips.
“No,” she says, suddenly pulling back. She looks around the bar, looking hesitant. “I can’t be seen with you like this… I came here as a senator.” Without saying one more word, she gets up from her stool and turns her back to me, walking out of the bar in a hurried step. I remain sitting there, dumbfounded as I stare at her. What the fuck was all that about? It’s not like we were fucking on top of the counter. Sure, it might not be a good thing for me to be kissing a Senator while a shit storm is looming on the horizon, but still...
I turn to the counter again, sighing as I reach for my beer. But then I see her unfinished drink; there’s a lipstick mark on her glass, and I close my eyes for a full second, reliving our kiss as I feel my cock hardening. I never became so entranced with a woman after just one kiss… Fuck, I don’t care if it’s the booze pulling my strings, but I can’t let her go like this.
Jumping up to my feet, I grab my helmet from the counter and head out the door into the cold air of the night. I look around, my heart tightening inside my chest as I see no sign from her. But God seems to be on my side tonight. I see a taxi at the end of the street turning around the corner, and my eyes catch a glimpse of Vivian in the backseat.
I run toward my motorcycle, get on it, and rev the engine up. I put my helmet on, turn my hand over the accelerator, and in a matter of seconds, I’m racing down the street, the engine roaring out loud as I push it to the limits.