People watching this are literally beaming now. They think I’m a generous old man.
“And Jocelyn, you’ll always be taken care of, dear,” I say, turning to her and giving her my fakest smile. She’s looking at me more in shock. Stupid woman was never a good liar. I can’t imagine how she pulled off this affair for so long. “I want you to be comfortable, so you’ll always have a monthly allowance of money to keep you in the lifestyle you’re accustomed to.”
That last one is going to hurt I can tell and it’s the only one I feel regret for. That’s at least several hundred thousand a month. But the moment I make those promises, I see Lance’s eyes soften, and I know he’s gotten everything he’s wanted.
“New York, I pledge to always be open and honest with you, and if you still want me as your Mayor, please go vote in two days!”
The crowd cheers. I mean the reporters are cheering. This election may just be in the bag because of this little stunt. And my concessions to Lance and Jocelyn – I think that’s what swayed the voters.
I turn towards the two of them on the podium and approach them.
“Are we good?” I ask. No microphone can hear us.
“I never want to see you again,” Jocelyn says with a smile.
“Just take the money and you’ll never have to,” I say back.
“Don’t interfere in our lives, or I will fucking hunt you down,” Lance says, beaming with good cheer.
“I promise,” I say and I mean it. I don’t need to be bogged down by these two. I have my Kenneth. “Feel free to take the jet whenever.”
“We’ll be leaving tonight,” Lance says and hugs me.
Jocelyn tries a smile, but she can’t do it. That’s fine. I turn to the crowd with Lance and we both put an arm over each other’s shoulder and wave.
r /> The crowd gives us adulation to an extent I had never felt before.
Maybe I underestimated Lance.
Maybe you underestimated me. But I’m still the Mayor of New York City. And it looks like I’ll be winning another term. Easily.
Michael Anders. Remember that name.
And considering how many stories are set in this city, you’re going to be running into me again.
I guarantee it.
Jocelyn
It worked. Lance’s plan really worked. I can hardly believe it, but this is real: I’m finally free to be with him, the man I love. I’m free of Michael. No more hiding, no more secrecy. I can live my life the way I want to.
After the conference was over, we didn’t even bother heading back home. It’s Michael’s home after all, and that phase of my life is already over. Lance and I are going to get our own place as soon as we can, but right now a hotel room will work just fine. To be honest, anywhere would work just fine, but I want to savor the moment over a proper mattress—I have a surprise hidden in my purse, after all, and it requires a bed.
We check into the Plaza, barely able to keep our hands off of each other. We rush through the check-in, and almost tumble inside the room the moment we get through the door.
My hands on his chest, I push him back until his knees meet the edge of the bed. I force him to lie down, and then I climb on top of him, moving like a cat. Barely capable of thinking straight, I can’t tell if because of how happy I am… or how wet—I lean in, pressing my lips against his and kissing him softly.
“You’re mine now, Lance,” I purr into him, running my fingers over his chest, his tight shirt delineating the contour of his muscles. One hand on my face, he smiles, allowing his fingers to roam over to my neck and then tangles them in my hair. He yanks, forcing my head back.
“You’re mine too… Forever,” he says, craning his neck and placing his mouth on my cleavage, his lips softly brushing against the soft skin there.
“Is my little boy turning into a man?” I tease him, locking eyes with him.
“He is. You made me into one.” With that, he pushes the straps of my dress down my shoulders, baring my black lace bra. Hooking his fingers on one cup, he tugs it down, my hard nipple jumping into sight. Before I can prepare for it, he presses his mouth there, his lips wrapped tight around my hard rosy tip.
“Mm,” I purr, a tickling sensation of delight under my skin. “I have a surprise for you…” I whisper, grinning wickedly. Oh, he has no idea what I have in store for him.
“I like surprises,” he says, his fingers squeezing my half-naked breast.