Page 25 of We The Depraved
He gives a long chuckle and it causes me to roll my eyes.
“Of course, I know my own assistants name,” I ignore him.
Mentally, I’m wondering if I do indeed know her name.
He shakes his head and stands gathering his things. “It’s Naomi.”
“Where are you off too?”
“I’m meeting with the Dean of East Houston,” he grimaces.
“Why?”
“Something about teaching a marketing class.”
I wave him off too and then I’m alone. The television is still playing in the background and the sound of the governor’s name catches my ears. She’s making an appearance at the rodeo tonight.
A smile lifts on my face a little.
Angela Davis once warmed my bed. While her husband had been dying of cancer, my dick had been inside of her causing unforgettable pleasure.
She had been the Houston Attorney General then. Upon becoming Governor she had gained amnesia about our time together.
Exiting my office, I stopped by my assistant’s desk. Someone was leaning over her desk divider, smiling like a fool. White foam from the latte he was holding decorated the top of his lip. He was a mousy looking man.
He stopped talking when I approached.
“Sir, nice to meet you?”
He stuck out his hand and I looked down at it.
“I’m Henry Wallis…accounting,” he stated.
Ignoring him and his hand, I look at Naomi, whose name I was now committing to memory. “Hold all my calls for the rest of the day.”
Henry’s hand slowly disappears out of view and I take in my assistants face. Fear roams over Kian’s face, and she looks as though she might cry.
“Where will you be, just in case one of your brothers needs you?”
“The rodeo,” I throw over my shoulder.
I go home first.
Checking the time, I see I have forty five minutes to get ready. Quickly, I shower and throw on cologne. I pull on a fresh suit and instead of taking the blacked out bullet proof Range, I opt for the cherry red Corvette.
If I remember correctly, red is the Governor’s favorite color.
My dick is already tightening in the fresh black slacks.
CHAPTER10
Sage
Fear ripples over my skin. I open my mouth to scream to say something as I feel the heavy weight on top of me.
Nothing comes out of my mouth.
The weight on top of me feels like it increases…
