Political Gratification (Interracial-BWWM Novel)

Chapter 14: Alert

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"Did you call him?!" Samuel screamed at a poor intern who flinched at his roar, shrinking into her shell.

It was two hours after Nathaniel had made his announcement, and Neslande was certain Samuel was minutes away from having an intracranial hemorrhage. They were at the campaign office and the cacophony of commotion that was settling around Neslande was noxious and unnerving, but somehow she'd managed to focus on the daily news displayed on the big screen television in the unofficial living room.

She'd been sitting here, in her President Obama t-shirt, her over washed jeans and torn-up white or maybe beige Converse sneakers, watching Harrison Crenshaw ramble on about how much Nathaniel's campaign will change the entire election henceforth. Eating her favorite Spicy Nacho Doritos chips, she suddenly stopped when a thought came to her.

"What are you here for if all you're going to do is munch on processed foods with excess carbs and fats? We need you to do your job as potential First Lady. Tweet something in support of your future husband! Your fans will go crazy at the polls!" Samuel yelled into her ear, his arms crossed, his feet tap-tap-tapping away in his Louis Vuitton dress shoes and his face turning an angry red.

"Harrison Crenshaw," Nelly whispered absentmindedly.

Her ideas were all falling into place when Harrison said,"To be honest, Representative Phillips has a much better track record than Senator Phillips. He's a family man, meaning he's dependable, he knows what he wants, and he goes for it. I agree with his strong policies for greater representation in the legislative branch and more restrictions on guns to decrease violence..."

"This schmuck?! What about him?" Samuel questioned curiously.

"He's our solution," she answered, turning to face him her eyes wide with realization.

"And how is that?" Preston asked, startling both Samuel and Nelly with the deep rumble of his voice.

Samuel angrily stomped to where Preston stood confidently, leaning against the doorway of the 'living room' of sorts. Putting his hands on his hips, Samuel began his rampage, "Where have you been?! We've been calling you nonstop! Do you understand that you need to prepare to do some serious recon? Your brother–!"

"My brother just announced that he's running against me in a race that wasn't built for the both of us. I feel I have the right to relax for a few hours with a bottle of scotch and some company."

Nelly paused, suspicion kindling within her as she took in his words. She thought over the call she'd been on with Preston only a few hours ago that'd put her on edge. Ever since that phone call and hearing that light, sultry voice over the phone, she knew that there was no way that'd been Preston's sister.

"What're you watching, baby?"

She remembered that voice vividly. She remembered the passion it held, the lust it was burdened with. She could pick it out of a crowd with the way it made her heart drop.

"No one. Just my sister trying to be funny is all."

She huffed softly, almost a whisper of a breath as all the oxygen left her empty and her stomach began to churn with fierce contempt for the man who stood before her.