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going to have
to listen to Arnold trying to reach her whether she wanted to or not.
She did, however, surmise that she had bigger problems. And
she was suddenly packed with stress. If she did stay in his campaign, the press
would be hounding her daily about the relationship she and Arnold were in, and
how he had claimed to be engaged to her. She now wondered if she should hold
his damn feet to the fire and insist he marry her first as her payment for trying
to get him elected to Detroit’s highest office. Was she actually going to just
stand idly by while he lied to everyone in the city about the two of them being
actually engaged? But the truth was that in real life it was nothing but a sham
and a farce designed to make him look more family oriented and less of a
player.
The pressure was preying on her mind, causing sweat to form
over her trembling body. Could she really handle another man she loved, telling
her he was going to trade her in for some other woman, even if that other woman
wasn’t half as talented or good looking as her? The whole thing made her sick
to her stomach and she suddenly felt the urge to vomit. She did so after
rushing into the bathroom and lifting the toilet seat.
The bathroom began to spin. Was it really going to end
someday like all her other ill-advised relationships had ended? With her staying
hopelessly and helplessly in love with her shiny knight as he rode off into the
sunset with some other woman? Leaving her to wallow in tears as being the one
to be callously left holding the broken heart bag? She had invested so damn
much time, effort and loving into him, and had worked tirelessly toward the
noble goal of getting him elected. As things now stood, her adorable man was
running neck and neck with the incumbent mayor, with the only other candidate,
running a distant third. Momentum was definitely building in Arnold’s favor,
and a lot of it had to do with a campaign program that she helped both create
and put in front of the press. And her ideas had definitely taken hold, causing
Detroit’s long suffering citizens to take a hard look at the handsome,
hard-working ex-councillor who seemed to be wildly in tune with their concerns,
hopes and dreams for the future. As things now stood, Arnold had been gaining
five poll points a week over the last fiveweeks. At this rate, he would be
winning in a landslide in just two months time.
She sighed with bittersweet emotions over the thought that
she was helping elect a guy who meant more to her than the very air she
breathed, or even the very food she pushed down her pretty black throat.
Arnold Winston, Mayor of Detroit City! It had a rather nice
ring to it, but in terms of making her happy, it was turning out to be a rather
hollow accomplishment. What would Arnold Winston, the mighty brand new Mayor of
Detroit City actually do to her heart after another two months of daily fucking
her ass off? Once he was elected would she still be his girlfriend of choice?
And would there not be other interested ladies, desperate for the limelight, both
black and white, young and old, popping out of the wood work to lay claim to
her mayor? Which was her man? And how would her current man react toward all
the grasping red painted nails clawing at his bachelorhood like vampires in the
night? Surely his lack of fortitude and backbone at making up his mind about
her would result in him driving a damn stake through her heart as all those
other interested women ended up walking away with her man. Her man! Her future!
Her love!
She was suddenly hot and flush in her face with unbridled
fury. She had never loved a man so much in her entire life as she now loved
Arnold. Was she really going to simply end up losing him? As much as she sought
to supress her damn fears, the writing was on the wall. She found it hard to
breathe. Why wouldn’t Arnold commit to a real engagement unless he fully
intended to dump her after the election? The bathroom spun once more. She
to listen to Arnold trying to reach her whether she wanted to or not.
She did, however, surmise that she had bigger problems. And
she was suddenly packed with stress. If she did stay in his campaign, the press
would be hounding her daily about the relationship she and Arnold were in, and
how he had claimed to be engaged to her. She now wondered if she should hold
his damn feet to the fire and insist he marry her first as her payment for trying
to get him elected to Detroit’s highest office. Was she actually going to just
stand idly by while he lied to everyone in the city about the two of them being
actually engaged? But the truth was that in real life it was nothing but a sham
and a farce designed to make him look more family oriented and less of a
player.
The pressure was preying on her mind, causing sweat to form
over her trembling body. Could she really handle another man she loved, telling
her he was going to trade her in for some other woman, even if that other woman
wasn’t half as talented or good looking as her? The whole thing made her sick
to her stomach and she suddenly felt the urge to vomit. She did so after
rushing into the bathroom and lifting the toilet seat.
The bathroom began to spin. Was it really going to end
someday like all her other ill-advised relationships had ended? With her staying
hopelessly and helplessly in love with her shiny knight as he rode off into the
sunset with some other woman? Leaving her to wallow in tears as being the one
to be callously left holding the broken heart bag? She had invested so damn
much time, effort and loving into him, and had worked tirelessly toward the
noble goal of getting him elected. As things now stood, her adorable man was
running neck and neck with the incumbent mayor, with the only other candidate,
running a distant third. Momentum was definitely building in Arnold’s favor,
and a lot of it had to do with a campaign program that she helped both create
and put in front of the press. And her ideas had definitely taken hold, causing
Detroit’s long suffering citizens to take a hard look at the handsome,
hard-working ex-councillor who seemed to be wildly in tune with their concerns,
hopes and dreams for the future. As things now stood, Arnold had been gaining
five poll points a week over the last fiveweeks. At this rate, he would be
winning in a landslide in just two months time.
She sighed with bittersweet emotions over the thought that
she was helping elect a guy who meant more to her than the very air she
breathed, or even the very food she pushed down her pretty black throat.
Arnold Winston, Mayor of Detroit City! It had a rather nice
ring to it, but in terms of making her happy, it was turning out to be a rather
hollow accomplishment. What would Arnold Winston, the mighty brand new Mayor of
Detroit City actually do to her heart after another two months of daily fucking
her ass off? Once he was elected would she still be his girlfriend of choice?
And would there not be other interested ladies, desperate for the limelight, both
black and white, young and old, popping out of the wood work to lay claim to
her mayor? Which was her man? And how would her current man react toward all
the grasping red painted nails clawing at his bachelorhood like vampires in the
night? Surely his lack of fortitude and backbone at making up his mind about
her would result in him driving a damn stake through her heart as all those
other interested women ended up walking away with her man. Her man! Her future!
Her love!
She was suddenly hot and flush in her face with unbridled
fury. She had never loved a man so much in her entire life as she now loved
Arnold. Was she really going to simply end up losing him? As much as she sought
to supress her damn fears, the writing was on the wall. She found it hard to
breathe. Why wouldn’t Arnold commit to a real engagement unless he fully
intended to dump her after the election? The bathroom spun once more. She
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