Loving the Candidate (Capitol Affairs #2) (20 page)

“We have a busy day today. We have to be at the airport by noon, then we fly to New York, get settled, and then it’s off to the convention, which will be a late night. Tomorrow is your speech. I can’t believe it is here. It’s so exciting. Are you nervous at all?

“No, not really. Mark and I have rehearsed this speech so many times I could give it in my sleep. I hope you’re not too nervous to come on stage with me afterwards.”

How well I knew. I had been instructed on what to do when I walked up on stage with him after his speech.

“I’m fine with that, Alex. I’m so proud of you that I can’t wait to get up there. I can’t wait to see you in that new suit.”

I looked at the clock on the bed and noticed it was after nine. We had to get our butts moving if we wanted to make it to the airport on time. My family was meeting us there and my dad and his wife and kids had flown in night before. I’d wanted them to stay with us, but it had been too late and they’d stayed by the airport.

“We have to be out of here soon. I’m not packed, and I need to fix you breakfast,” I said.

“You don’t need to pack. Bring white shirts and a dress for tonight. I don’t need a big deal for breakfast. I can go make something fast. Let me text that puny-ass Mark and tell him to get me toast when he gets here. He is good at making toast,” he smiled. He still had the picture of me wearing a wet white T-shirt I’d texted him the night he was on the Senate floor voting to keep the government up and running. Ever since, that was all he wanted to see me in. I didn’t need to buy sexy lingerie. What did it for him was me putting on one of his big see-through white T-shirts, and he went insane.

“Ok. I will be in a white T-shirt all day. They will appreciate that, with my boobs flopping around, and my ass hanging out, with my new big gut sticking out.”

“I know I will. I love these boobs flopping when you are riding me. They look so much bigger with you pregnant. I love how heavy they are. I think I need you again,” he said as he lifted me on top of him.

“I have to say no to that, Mr. Senator. We will miss our plane if we start that again,” I said. I eased myself out of the bed and went down the hall to the shower.

“I’m coming in with you, Prudence. I need to shower too,” he laughed as he ran after me naked, and, being too silly, trying to grab me.

“Don’t get any ideas, buster. We have to go,” I laughed. I knew we could not resist. Like I said, when Alex wanted me, he got me. I washed his beautiful body while he washed mine. He took me from behind under the hot water streaming down on us. I bent in front of him and took him, steamy, hard and fast.

We made it to the airport to meet our family and Alex’s team of guys. He had narrowed down his trust to Mark, and a new guy named Fisher. I got along with both of them and we always had a good time. It was a wonderful flight in the private plane Alex had rented for us. We all caught up with our lives and they had a few drinks before we landed. I loved being with them. Beulah looked as stunning as always. Veena had brought Baby Prudence. I loved having these important people with us on that important next step in our lives.

Chapter 23

“How do I look, Prudence?” asked Alex, fixing his new Marc Jacobs tie in the full-length mirror of our lavish hotel room. I helped him straighten it. He looked incredible as always. He had still left a little stubble when he’d shaved, which I loved. It was enough to give him that sexy “I’m-too-busy-in-bed-to-shave look.”

“You look like the future president and the man I made come twice.” I smiled up at him. He reached down and kissed me. We were supposed to be on our way, but of course, we were preoccupied as always. We had spent the last two hours in bed, unable to break free from each other. Alex loves the bedroom cold and our bodies hot so the A/C was on full force. I didn’t want to get out of bed. I could have slept for days curled up with him.

“I love that dress on you, baby. It brings out your green eyes and of course your perfect tits and baby belly,” he kissed me again. I had a coat on to cover up my stomach. After he announced it in his speech, I’d show it off.

“It’s so hot, the senator of Virginia and the next president says tits.”

He laughed at me. “That’s how we talk on the Senate floor, baby. We show each other pictures of our wives’ tits. It’s a scream,” he said.

“Oh, I’m sure. I’d love to see Senator Baxter’s eighty-five-year-old wife’s boobs. Have you seen those?” I smiled at him.

“They’re my favorite.” He laughed as he brushed his teeth.

“I want to look like a president’s wife tonight, Alex. All eyes will be on us and I’m a nervous wreck. I can’t stand the spotlight,” I said, putting on my mascara.

“You’re going to have to get used to the spotlight, baby. You look every bit of the wife of a president, except, about an hour ago you might have been mistaken for the president’s call girl. Jesus, you get better every time we do it.” He came up behind me and grabbed my breasts.

Our room was so beautiful, we were going to stay in it for the next few days. We had an elaborate suite with three rooms, a sunken bath, and a spectacular view of the city at night from the balcony. I loved New York City as much as Washington D.C. I wished we had more time to spend there so we could get lost and explore the city together. I loved Central Park, and strolling by Jackie Kennedy’s old apartment.

The telephone by the bed rang and Alex answered on the first ring.

“Thank you. We will be right down,” he said, as I grabbed my handbag and took one last look at my Chanel dress in the mirror. I wanted to look more conservative, so I’d chosen a simple straight navy blue dress and nude heels. I’d put my hair up in a loose bun and added pearls and earrings. And there was my gorgeous wedding ring, so big I didn’t need any more jewelry. The ring alone said enough.

“Let’s go, baby. The limo is here. I’ll be proud to be standing up there tonight with you. I love you.” He kissed me long and hard and held me close to his warm body.

“Remember not to mess with your hair, and to smile, baby.” I kissed him back and ran my hand along the front of his pants.

“Nice, give me a hard-on before I have to walk out in front of people. Though, I will need one after we get back here, so I can unwind.”

“Oh, I intend on fucking you all night long.” I winked at him and slapped his ass.

Downstairs we were greeted by the doorman. “Good evening, Senator and Mrs. Conrad. Your limo is waiting.”

We slid in and I took the opportunity to give Alex a little bit of motivation.

“When you are standing up there tonight, think about me wet with your come all over me, begging for more as my hard nipples ache for you,” I whispered in his ear.

“You better be panty-less after we get done, because I intend to take you right here on the way home. By the way, are you wearing panties? I forgot to check,” he asked as his hand went up my dress and found my wet cunt. His fingers pushed my lace underwear to the side and he stuck his finger inside me. I was a little sore from earlier, but any time he touched me, I wanted him.

“Oh, baby, that,” I moaned.

“Uh, guys, I’m in here. Hello, for the love of God, don’t start anything and make it so I have to ride up front like last time. I’m tired of talking to the limo drivers while you two go at it,” said Mark.

“Hi, Mark. You look handsome tonight. How are you doing? How’s Veena?” I asked, red-faced, pushing my dress down. I kissed him on the cheek and left a lipstick mark.

“I’m great, Prude, and so is Veena. Her dress looked amazing on her. Thanks for picking it out. You are gorgeous, by the way. It’s no wonder Alex can’t keep his hands off you,” he said, and smiled.

“You’re lucky I like you, or I would have to kick your ass,” Alex said, and playfully punched him in the arm. Those two were perfect for each other and I could tell Alex loved him like a brother.

“Here, read this over, big guy. This is the finished speech. This is the Mac Daddy, and I think it is rather fantastic,” said Mark, handing Alex his speech to read before we arrived at the convention.

“How much time do we have till we get there?” Alex asked, checking his watch. I loved those hands, so masculine and big with a nice manicure and his wedding ring.

“Only about twenty minutes with this traffic,” said Mark, looking out the window. The traffic was insane at six o’clock in New York City. The cabs were everywhere, honking their horns and cutting each other off at every light.

Alex took out his reading glasses and read over his speech while I checked my makeup in my compact. I felt the nervous pain in my stomach as we pulled up to the center. My husband was about to make history.

“This is great, Mark. This says everything I wanted to say tonight, you just amped it up for me. You’re an ugly bastard, but one hell of a speech writer,” he smiled.

“Thanks. What you have in looks, I have in brains. I think it is why we make a good pair, don’t you, dickhead?” Mark laughed back at him.

All at once I became quiet as I looked out the limo window and remembered where I had come from. The image of my old life flashed in my head as I tried to focus on what was happening tonight. An image popped in my head of me alone in a trailer, with no food, no mother, crying. I closed my eyes to push the image away.

“You okay, baby?” Alex asked me. He grabbed my hand and kissed it.

“I’m amazing. I’m a little nervous for you more than anything. This is the start, Alex. After this speech tonight, it’s balls-out to the finish line,” I said. I looked into his dark dreamy eyes. He would always be the most beautiful man I had ever laid eyes on. I could picture him taking the Oath of Office and leading our country into history.

“Spoken like a true first lady. I think Eleanor Roosevelt used to say balls-out to the finish line to Franklin,” laughed Mark, as he checked his phone for the hundredth time. We sat in a sea of yellow honking cabs.

“I love you. Remember that always,” Alex said, staring at me.

“I love you more,” I said, as I kissed him.

“Not a chance.”

“Okay, you two, don’t get worked up. Here we are. Here we go. I swear, you two need separate limos. Time to get out and get moving,” said Mark.

Once we stepped out of the car, Alex wanted to be alone with me for a few minutes. It was he and I in a cement hallway. Mark stood guard, more or less, to keep anyone from bothering us.

“Please, don’t feel each other up. It won’t look too good,” said Mark.

“Shut up, you puny runt. I need a moment to say something to my wife. Don’t let anyone near us. It will be two minutes. I promise.”

“It better be, Alex, or I’m carrying you up there,” said Mark.

Alex didn’t listen to him. He led me by the arm.

“What’s wrong, Alex?” I asked, concerned he needed to tell me another secret. Maybe his secret was about to come out and this whole thing would be over. We’d made it this far without anyone bringing up Alex’s past.

“Why do you love me so much? I’m getting old. You are young and beautiful. You could have anyone you wanted. Why do you love me, Prudence?”

“What? Alex, where is this coming from? Come on. How can you ask me again?”

“I need to hear it before I walk out there and accept this responsibility. Please tell me.”

Mark stood in the distance with his back to us. How could Alex question my love for him? It did not make any sense. “I love you because you love me. I love you because you trusted me with the biggest secret of your life. I feel your love every minute of the day and there is no way I could go on without it. You are love. You are me and I’m you, and together we have this perfect human we’ve made. Together we are going to take this election. Go out there and give the speech of your life. I love you more than anything in the world, Alex. You are why I get up every morning. You are the air I breathe. With you, I’m everything I ever dreamed of being.”

He stared at me with his beautiful dark eyes. His suit looked impeccable with his expensive Italian boots. His scruffy beard lay perfect on his face. I reached up, grabbed his head, and kissed him long, not wanting to let him go.

“You, Prudence Jude Romaine Conrad, are why I’m speaking tonight. You are why I will be the president. You are the love of my life. Remember that always.”

To have such a beautiful wonderful man say that to me was more than I had ever hoped for in my life. I was supposed to be a statistic, living in a trailer with a couple of kids and a husband who hit me while strung-out on drugs and waiting for a check. I wasn’t supposed to be married to a powerful politician about to set himself up for the future as president. This wasn’t supposed to happen to me. Yet there I stood in front of him as he professed his undying love to me. Mark pulled him away from me as I kissed him.

They sent me down to a room to wait with the other speakers’ wives. Once Alex was given the five-minute warning I would join him.

The place was insane.

Senator Jackson’s wife was there, and she was the first to come up to me.

“Hi, honey. Alex is sure moving along, isn’t he? You must be so proud of him.”

“I am. I hope everyone loves him as much as they say they do. He has worked so hard on his speech.”

“He will knock their socks off. I know he does mine,” she laughed. She thought my husband was the most gorgeous man ever. It was so funny, watching her gush over him every time she saw him.

We were taken to the VIP section in the stands, away from the floor and the other delegates. I sat next to Senator Esposito’s wife, Olivia, since Alex had picked him to be his running mate. He’d accepted, and together they were going to lead the Democratic Party to victory. Olivia looked beautiful with her two grown sons, their wives and children.

Before Alex came out, the lights dimmed and his song thundered across the convention center. The crowd went crazy as laser lights flashed. I thought I was at a rock concert. The familiar sound of CONRAD thundered along with his campaign song.

Alex took the stage with charisma and charm. He was made to be a leader, and he knew it. His good looks and youth helped as well. His confidence was fascinating; he was a true politician. The crowd cheered his name as he reached the podium with his campaign song playing in the background. I looked out at the crowd, a sea of blue signs with his name, our name, CONRAD. I held my breath as I waited for him to speak. He was their man. I had to share him with a new baby and America. Was I ready for that? It all hit me when he walked up there. He was no longer all mine. He was America’s Alex.