Political Gratification (Interracial-BWWM Novel)

Chapter 9: Pastel Blues

Major shoutout to Agora634 for her support on this book. Couldn't have done it without you. I know I don't say thank you enough to the rest of the fans of this book, but indeed I must applaud you. Nelly's outfit above.

Btw where the ~~~ reside is where there is a change of POV.

Thank you, my beautiful Muppets. Enjoy.

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Nelly marched up to the Lexus SUV with the bags that practically held her entire life in hand. Her anxiety and paranoia were spiked, but her determination and dignity wouldn't justify a show and tell of her hidden emotions.

The media coverage in front of her house had died down since yesterday and she'd only caught a few strays in front of her home. She thanked God for that, because today she was sure she would trip over her feet and eat the cement driveway if she wasn't careful.

As she made her way to the vehicle, fear entrenched in the arteries of her heart causing a raise in her blood pressure she looked into the vehicle's window only to meet Preston's intense gaze. Unfazed by being caught in the act, he continued to stare as if she was the only thing he saw. He looked to be in deep thought.

Maybe he knew that she had been sexually daydreaming about him as she masturbated in her shower only to go to bed and wake up in the middle of the night with a reenactment of her pleasurable efforts like some sexually deprived animal.

Neslande looked away feeling the heat of a thousand suns come over her body in one swift movement.

Her shame was interrupted by Agent Callahan taking her bags with a smirk and a wink. Oh God! He must know too! She mentally screamed in horror as the foreboding thoughts of the agents gossiping about her sexual escapades rolled around in her head.

"Ma'am, you look very nice today", Agent Callahan complimented, looking her up and down appreciatively, his smile brightening. She was only wearing a flannel shirt on top of a grey sweater crop and tight, black leggings with her favorite winter boots but he made it seem like she was half-naked.

Nelly's forehead creased in shock at his inappropriate compliment. This agent must be the most unprofessional of them all. "Excu–?" Before she could even finish her sentence, he was already gone.

Agent Callahan was probably the most flirtatious of the agents. Taking in his short brown locks, his dark brown eyes, and blindingly white teeth that made up a gorgeous smile, she had immense confidence in his ability to get women's panties to drop. Only to leave them behind, broken-hearted. Nelly rolled her eyes, her bitter thoughts taking her back to a dark time in her life.

"Ma'am, if I may escort you to the vehicle?" Agent Spencer asked gently.

Agent Spencer had a gentle look about him with his glasses and boyish features, you could guess that he was probably the youngest of them. His dark brown hair and light green eyes disarmed you but his slim build that was riddled with defined muscles let you know he wasn't an agent for one of the most important political figures in the country for no reason.

She jumped as she heard the sound of the door opening. "I apologize, ma'am. I had no intentions of startling you," she looked up to see a sincerely worried look in Agent Spencer's eyes.

"No, no. I'm fine," Nelly spoke to him reassuringly, offering him a smile and a pat on the arm, before turning to the entrance of the vehicle where she noticed Preston glaring at the both of them.