Fuck.
I'll have to figure out what to do with that news. If Susan wants to leave, I'll need to figure out a backup plan, but not right this minute. Right now, I turn my attention to the image of perfection—the sexy golden goddess now standing in the room like a magnet for my desire.
"Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?" I say with a smile, getting up from the chair.
"I see your day's off to a good start. Working already, huh?" she smiles back.
"Not anymore … now that you're awake, I think we can do something else." And as soon as I say this, my cock knows exactly what I'm thinking.
16
Amy
I stand there in the middle of the living room with Susan’s words reaching my ears like a sledgehammer, hammering the truth deep into my soul like a long nail. I’m ruining Parker’s bid for the Senate. I’m ruining his life.
What am I even doing?
I can’t go on like this. I’ve played my mother’s spy for long enough. And, in doing so, I’ve… I’ve fallen for Parker. I need to admit it, even if just to myself. It’s time to quit this charade and, for once in my life, stand up for what’s right. I can’t destroy everything he’s working for, just so my mother realizes her political ambitions.#p#分页标题#e#
I need to put an end to this.
“I… I’m sorry, Parker,” I mumble, taking two hesitant steps toward him. He turns toward me, a resigned smile on his face.
“What are you talking about, Amy? This is not your fault,” he tells me, closing the distance between us and caressing my cheek with the back of his hand. “This has nothing to do with you,” he lies, and his lie hurts more than the truth itself. He’s lying because he wants to protect me, to shelter me.
“Of course it does,” I whisper, grabbing his hand with mine. “You heard her… This is a mess. You’ve just lost your campaign manager, and if people ever hear about us… Susan’s right. I need to go.”
“Go where, Amy? What are you talking about? I’m not letting you go anywhere.” Still smiling, almost as if he doesn’t realize how serious the situation is, he brushes a stray lock of hair away from my face and tucks it over my ear.
“You need to fire me,” I blurt out, the words burning their way up my throat. I’m actually doing this. And it’s the right thing. I know it. “You need to fire me, and then you need to go after Susan and get her back.”
“Stop talking nonsense, Amy, you’re --”
“You need to get Susan back,” I continue, talking over him. Now that I’ve started, I need to go all the way. “You have to get your campaign together. You’re so close now… I know it; you know it. You can’t risk everything now.”
Even though what I’m doing now might unleash hell upon my life, I have to do this before it’s too late. I don’t care if my mother comes after me looking for revenge, and I don’t care about some stupid tape anymore. What if my business suffers in the process? I’ll rebuild; I’ll start over.
But I can’t hurt my stepfather.
I can’t hurt the man I love.
“I can risk everything, Amy… In fact, I need to do it,” he whispers, his eyes locking on mine.
“Why?” I ask him, my voice just a whisper.
“Because I’m falling in love with you,” he replies, and I feel as if someone has stolen the floor right from under my feet. His words echo inside my head like a melody and, at the same time, I feel my heart tightening up inside my chest. “I’m falling for you, Amy,” he repeats, his voice steadier now, and pulls me into his embrace. “And that’s why I can’t let you go.”
I say nothing as he wraps his arms around me, my face pressed against his chest. Tears well up in my eyes, and I smile. Right now, there are two opposite emotions inside of me, and I simply don’t know how to deal with that.
On the one hand, all I want to do is surrender to the happiness his words have brought me, but on the other hand, there’s this urge to just run away and hide in some deep and dark hole. Why? Because I came into his life with one purpose—to bring him down—and now he has fallen for me.
“I’m… I’m falling for you too,” I admit, unable to keep it all bottled up inside of me, the truth of it making my heart ache. I’ve fallen for my stepfather. I’ve fallen for the man I was supposed to be spying on.
“I know,” he simply says, running his fingers through my hair. “We’ll work it out, Amy. I know we will,” he continues and, somehow, I find solace in his words. They give me hope. Even if it’s just a fantasy, they make me believe that maybe, just maybe, something good will come out of the mess I’m in.