Órion Fantone
To be completely honest, I’ve never truly loved a woman. My story with Mary began too early, and then came the pregnancy. She was incredible, someone who left a mark on my heart, the mother of my daughter. Still, I never spent a sleepless night just watching her sleep, nor did I ever beg for her company—and in those small details, I was certain love had never knocked on my door. I had great respect and passion for her, but love—the kind that warms your heart—never existed between Mary and me.
I sat on the bed in my flat, waiting for the girl of the night. At my request, she had blonde hair and light eyes, just like the girl who had taken over my thoughts, as if with just one look she had stolen my heart. I was obsessed with golden curls, even knowing that girl was real trouble in my life.
"Come in," I ordered as soon as I heard the knock on the door. The girl smiled shyly as she entered the room. My head of security had gone to pick her up for me.
"Governor, it's an honor to be chosen by you." I stood up, walked over to her, and looked over her body before cupping her face with one hand. I stared at her features—similar to the golden curls, but not her. "Is something wrong, Governor?"
"Nothing. Take off your clothes," I said, loosening my tie. The escort removed her dress, revealing her spectacular body. "Lie down."
She did as I asked. I lowered the zipper of my pants, pulled out my dick, and closed my eyes, thinking of Abigail. The desire burning in my body was stronger than anything I'd felt before. I was hard, ready to fuck, but my arousal wasn't for the blonde in front of me—it was for the forbidden girl. I pulled her body closer to mine and took a condom from my pocket. Even though I knew they all took proper precautions, I would never trust having sex without protection.
"Oh, Governor," she whispered in my ear.
"Quiet," I said as I finished putting on the condom. I pushed her panties aside and slid into her, closing my eyes again as I recalled the physical features of the golden curls. "Abigail, I want you so badly," I said aloud. The escort remained silent while I fucked her relentlessly, imagining another woman—the sweet, innocent Abigail.
It didn’t take long for me to surrender to pleasure. I lay back on the bed, smiling, my heart racing and breath heavy. Just imagining her in my arms already sent me into ecstasy—imagine when it’s her body, her touch, her warmth.
"You were amazing, Governor." The escort lay on my chest. I hadn’t even undressed—just pulled myself out without much enthusiasm. It was mechanical, emotionless.
"You can go now." I got up and headed to the bathroom to clean up.
"Are you sure? We could go again."
"Do as you're told and get out of this room," I ordered, turning to face her.
The girl grabbed her dress, fixed her panties, and quickly left. I didn’t care about their feelings. For me, it was just meaningless sex, and I paid well for that moment of pleasure—something casual and discreet.
Inside the bathroom, I stripped off my clothes and stepped under the shower. The water ran down my body, helping me relax after a chaotic day. I closed my eyes, and, like always, Abigail’s image filled my mind. It was something inexplicable, as if fate were playing a cruel trick on me. One simple young woman could drive me insane.
The next day, I woke up with a brutal hangover. I wasn’t used to drinking that much whiskey, but with so many thoughts in my head, alcohol had been my only companion. I looked at my assistant, who was holding a glass of water and some painkillers. She didn’t look pleased with my lack of self-control. I felt like a robot, ready to serve the people, letting life pass by without any happiness.
"How nice—the Governor of California fucked an escort and then got drunk." She gave me a bitter smile.
"Keep your voice down." I walked toward my office. I hadn’t shown up at the capitol, and Katarina always knew exactly where to find me—at my flat.
"I’ve already canceled all your meetings. You can stay home and recover from your hangover." I took the painkiller and a sip of water. "Now I have to go handle another problem with your daughter."
"Melissa? What did she do this time?" I crossed my arms and took a deep breath.
"As if you actually cared about what that spoiled girl does."
"Don’t beat around the bush, Katarina. Just tell me."
"She got into a fight with another girl in the college cafeteria. The dean called to inform us." I closed my eyes and rubbed my forehead. "From what he told me, she fought with the blonde you’ve been interested in."
"Abigail," I almost shouted, opening my eyes. She gave me a bitter smile. "They’re in the same class?"
"No, but strangely enough, your daughter hates her. Out of all the girls, she just can’t stand Abigail. Every day she complains about how perfect she is and how all the boys are in love with her."
"Boys?" My eyes widened, and I already felt the rage rising at the thought of other guys looking at my golden curls. "Katarina, I’m going to handle this personally. It’s time my daughter learned to respect others."
I was already on my feet, grabbing my phone from the office desk along with my car keys. I wasn’t wearing a suit, just a collared sports shirt and black linen pants. She let out a laugh and grabbed my arm, looking at me with concern.
"You’re going because of the girl, Órion." She shook her head in disapproval. "Think carefully about what you’re doing. You’re running for reelection. The girl is—"
"I know all that." I pulled my arm away. "Don’t worry, Katarina. I’ll be discreet."
"Don’t throw away everything we’ve built."
I smiled and walked away from her. It had been four years since I started serving the people, since my wife had died, and since I’d felt guilty every single day—living a life full of rules and schedules without a drop of happiness. And now that my heart was beating again, I couldn’t stay away. I needed to have Abigail in my arms, even if just for one night, just to end the obsession and move on.
As I entered the dean’s office, I felt a chill down my spine. My hands were sweating, and my whole body froze. Never in my life had I felt like that. And when our eyes met, it was as if the sun had started shining again in my world.
"Dad," Melissa gasped in surprise. I was never a present father; all her problems were always handled by my assistant. "You came?"
"Good afternoon, Dean," I said, walking over to him and extending my hand with a smile. I didn’t want to be there, but for the golden curls, I’d even ignore my hangover.
"Good afternoon, Governor. It’s a great honor to have you here."
"What’s going on?" I asked, turning my eyes back to Abigail, who was tapping her foot on the floor, clearly nervous.
"Dad, it’s all her fault." My daughter’s eyes filled with tears. "She threw a cup of juice in my hair."
Abigail smiled discreetly—her smile was beautiful, with those dimples and her cute upturned nose. I shook my head, trying to focus, even though I was completely obsessed with the blonde.
"Can you give us a moment, Dean?" He nodded and stepped out of the small room, leaving us alone.
"Look at this." Abigail stood up, walked over to me, and pointed a finger in my face, furious. "Your daughter is a spoiled brat. Since the day I got here, she’s been humiliating me in every way possible, and I don’t have the patience to put up with her provocations."
"She’s lying!" Melissa shouted.
"Miss Abigail," I gently held her finger, smiling, "there’s no need to explain. I know my daughter very well. I know what she’s capable of."
"You do? Then why don’t you act like a father? Teach her. Show her that no one should be humiliated, and that money isn’t everything."
"Dad, are you going to let her talk to you like that?"
"Melissa, be quiet. I’ll deal with you at home," I said harshly. Abigail looked at my daughter, then pulled her hand away and stepped back.
"Look, I don’t want to lose my scholarship. I worked hard to be here. Just teach your daughter." She spoke, but it felt like the world stopped in that moment. I couldn’t even blink—I was just admiring her beauty and feeling my heart race. Maybe it was just desire, the lust of a single night, something fleeting that would end in bed.
We talked a bit about the fight between the...