Political aspirants
Political aspirants
“In the end, you do like games.” She said quietly beside him, her voice exhausted.
He chuckled, his arm wrapped around her, “Why would you say that?”
“This whole seduction game, seeing who has more willpower.”
“Well, it’s me all the time.”
“I was not the one pushing you up against a wall at Ourania,” she said, and slightly pinched his chest.
“You have no idea how irresistible you were that night,” he said, and the strong emotion in his voice startled her, but made her blush.
“But you resisted me.”
She felt him smiling, and although she wanted to pursue the topic, tease him more, she was way too exhausted and her eyes closed off in sleep.
When she opened her eyes the next morning, it was to the smell of coffee, toast and egg.
Her eyes immediately watered as she thought about Greg. Or Orson.
She missed him. Both personalities that she had only just discovered were indeed the same person.
But she could never bring herself to trust him again, although even the private thought of it made her feel hypocritical. She had done the same thing to Cal, and he had forgiven her.
She smiled up at him now as he leaned down to kiss her lips.
“Good morning Angel.” His deep, soft voice said, and she blushed, not at him saying that but at the memory of Nova telling her friends that her nanny was Pretty like angel.
“Good morning, boyfriend.” She replied, and he smiled even brighter.
“Husband would sound even better.”
“Cal.”
He chuckled and came to sit beside her on the bed as she began to eat. “How do you feel?”
She rolled her eyes.
“Easy,” he said, “It might get stuck in the back of your head.”
She was chuckling now, “You’re insufferable Cal.” She said and turned to meet his eyes. “More so last night.”
“I thought you liked it?” He made a mock surprise face.
“You teased me to madness.”
“That was the plan. You drove me to near madness in the past, do you know that?” His amber eyes were soft on her, and she blushed and looked away.
He quietly watched her finish eating and took the tray out himself, while she went into the bathroom.
When she stepped out of the bathroom, he pulled her into bed and kissed the tip of her nose as she giggled.
“What’s your itinerary for the week? Any free days?” He asked, staring at her, and her eyes went to the ceiling before she said,
“Tomorrow is free.”
“So you have to be out today?” he asked, and she nodded, sitting up.
“A campaign appearance, although I don’t know how I would manage that, with such shaky legs.”
He smiled at her, “I’ll hold you up.”
“What? You are coming?” She asked, completely delighted.
“Of course, you did not think I would let you out of my sight again.” He brought his hand up to gently caress her face. “Since the congresswoman is so busy, we will plan our schedule around you,” he tapped her bum as she stood up.
“You’re really not jealous,” she asked as she walked towards the closet where she was certain there should be a good mirror. “You are supposed to be doing this.”
“I don’t know what I was thinking when I told Gib I would do it,” He said, walking beside her. “I really have no interest in politics.”
She took a seat in front of the mirror, shaking her head. “Why though?”
“Because I am selfish,” he said without a pause.
She frowned at him through the mirror. “What are you talking about? You are the most selfless person I know.”
“Not true, darling,” he took the blow-dryer from her, sectioned out a part of her hair, and began to comb her hair down with the hot comb. “I am quite selfish with my time and where I invest it. I often live for my own happiness.”
She watched him, strongly disagreeing in her head.
But she could not possibly know the man more than he did himself, could she?
She watched him comb her hair out, and was again reminded that she was not the first woman he had loved.
“Did you miss doing this?” She asked, watching him in sympathy.
“You think Cassie let me do her hair?” He looked up at her through the mirror. He laughed a little. “Cassie was not a very patient woman. I enjoyed watching her though.”
“So you got a hang of this by just watching?” She stared at her perfectly combed-out hair that was almost straight against her back, and she had not even flat ironed it yet.
“Yes, darling,” he said, finally putting the blow-dryer beside her on the table.
She smiled and shook her head in wonder as she heard his phone chime up with a message.
“Nico said your assistant brought a bag for you,” he said, looking up at her.
“Yes, I asked her to bring me some clothes.”
“Move in.”
“What?”, the concealer brush she had in her hand suspended in the air.
“I need you, Myra. You’ll be busy, but I want to go to sleep beside you every night,” he said, and she could only just stare.
Then she smiled slowly, and said, “OK.”
He gently tilted her chin up and kissed her, his face upside down.
As he left to bring her bag, she did her makeup and straightened her hair.
When she was done, she turned to see the length of her hair. It was below her shoulder already.
It will be back to its former length in a year.
But she wondered if Cal liked it though. She missed the blond short hair. She would think more about it.
She was out the whole day at the town hall, overseeing the preparation for the campaign later that evening.
This was the last one before the campaign season was over, and then the elections happened, so it was quite big.
She stood in one of the offices upstairs where her team had chosen to coordinate the event from, staring outside the building where possible voters would be gathered hours from now when night began to fall.
She hoped they came out in their numbers today like they had always done.
She sighed, it was not like she had much to do.
She was really a moving pawn that Gilbert Dankworth and her Grandfather were using in their game of chess against her father.
She was only a part of the planning because she wanted to, because the campaign team both men had created were top class and had seen many people into political victory.
Their strategies so far have mostly been responsible for putting her leagues ahead of all the other aspirants.