Chapter 7 – Kyle

It was only 7 AM and my phone is buzzing nonstop. I pick up and its my campaign manager, James Daniels.

 

“Kyle, have you check the DAN website? That Bates bitch wrote a doozy about you.”

 

“No, I haven’t seen it. Its only seven in the morning. I’m going over the Zylent quarterlies for the board meeting.”

 

“Kyle, you’ve got to read it. She spends half the piece talking about your childhood. This woman is trouble.”

 

I thought about our time two nights ago. The only trouble I was having was getting my cock deep inside her. But I knew it would get there eventually.

 

“Oh come on, you can’t expect DAN to give me good press. Who cares what they say anyway.”

 

“No Kyle, she deconstructed you. It was a psychoanalytic piece. The woman is setting you up to look like you’re unfit for office.”

 

After the other night I found this hard to believe, and thought James was high. Probably reading too much into it.

 

“Well look, I’ll check it out before I go to the board meeting.” I hung up and pulled out my laptop and logged into the democracy-action.com website.

 

Diana’s column was the first thing that popped up, on the left side of the screen. There is a big headline in all caps.

 

KYLE SWANSON: WHY DOES HE WANT TO BE A SENATOR ANYWAY

 

But it was the sub-headline that really caught my attention:

 

Childhood trauma from overbearing parents drives insecurity

 

I couldn’t believe what I saw and became livid! Here I get intimate with her and she publishes this trash!

 

For the first time in my life I felt used by a woman, rather than the other way around. My phone was buzzing again. It was James.

 

“WHAT?!”

 

“Sorry to bother you again, Kyle. The Los Angeles Times picked up the story, and they’re running it on their front page.”

 

I dropped the phone on the floor. This woman had used me, taken me for a complete fool. I went back to the laptop and read the entire thing, to see what kind of juicy details she would leak out.

 

Well at least there wasn’t anything about our encounter. I hadn’t fucked her but I certainly crossed boundaries.

 

She could destroy me – writing about what happened at the restaurant. And that recorder –she might have recorded the entire encounter.

 

She had set me up.

 

The phone buzzes again. It’s my wife.

 

“Hey babe. What’s up?”

 

“Kyle, did you see what they wrote about you in the Times?”

 

“Yeah I know. It’s bad. This is going to end it for me.”

 

“I don’t know about that. I mean I agree its bad but I don’t think its campaign ending. I have to ask how did this woman find out so much about you?”

 

I hesitated to answer. Angela always seemed to sense when I’d fucked someone else. We had an “open marriage” but we both got jealous when we actually acted on it. I couldn’t stand the thought of someone else dicking my wife, but it was a trade I had to make. My cock was hungry and couldn’t be satisfied by just one woman.

 

“She came to my office for a scheduled interview, but I was pressed for time since I had a prep meeting for the release of the new J-9 chip. So I scheduled dinner with her, and after a couple of glasses of wine I revealed too much information.”

 

“Oh? What else did you reveal?

 

“Nothing Angela. She’s a reporter. That wouldn’t be appropriate.”

 

“HA! I know you Kyle Swanson. If a woman is going to let you get your dick wet, you can’t resist. I’ve seen this Diana Bates, she’s a knock out.”

 

“Yeah she’s good looking, but the Senate is my goal. Nothing is going to stop me, not even a woman.”

 

Angela began speaking in that low whispery voice, the one that makes my cock heat. “Kyle, when are you coming home? You haven’t been here in over a month.”

 

It was tempting. But I couldn’t deal with Angela right now.

 

“I know babe, but things are crazy right now.  I’m still going to work everyday and trying to run for the Senate at the same time. That means 18 hour days, seven days a week.”

 

“Oh Kyle, always such the driver. You’ve turned the companies around, all of them made more than a billion in profits last year. Don’t you think your father is satisfied?”
 

I hated it when she brought up dad. I knew I could never please him. The only way to please dad would be to win the Senate seat he dreamed of having.

 

“Angela, don’t bring up dad.”

 

“Kyle you need to deal with this. You can’t spend the rest of your life trying to please your dead father! You’ve made the companies successful and he’s be proud of you. He is proud of you. Its time to scale back, otherwise you’re going to kill yourself.”

 

“I know you’re right Angela, but you know what a control freak I am.”

 

“Put the companies in a trust. You can have Gilbert and Nelson run them from now on. They are both stellar executives. Let them take the c-suite.”

 

I sighed. She was right but I couldn’t let go of anything. That’s one reason Angela and I were still married. Besides our nine year old daughter that is.

 

“I’ll think about it Angela, OK?”

 

“OK Darling. You’ll be a lot better off if you do what I say. The Senate is your real goal. We have enough money.”

“OK Angela, OK. I said I’d think about it. Tell Emily I love her.”

 

“I don’t think so Kyle. You need to tell her, in person. She’s only nine years old and you’ve been away for 5 weeks. When are you coming home?”
 

“I don’t know, I’ll see. We have the debate coming up on the 10th, maybe after that I can take a few days off. And you’re right I need to detach from the business. I can’t do both and I must have that Senate seat.”

 

“Well now, that’s some common sense talking, Kyle. I’m going to let you go. See you after the debate. Love you babe.”

 

I hung up without saying anything more. I led a complicated life. It helped keep my parents voices out of my head if I stayed busy. And my arrangement with Angela worked. We’d be divorced otherwise. At least Emily still had a dad, even if I didn’t see her very often.

It was amazing I’d been able to keep my marriage out of the press. Angela agreed to put out a story that we were separated if it ever came out. Angela lived on my ranch by Santa Barbara.

 

My mind turned back to Diana Bates. I couldn’t believe she crossed me. Let me touch her like that – just so she could dig some information out of me.

 

It made me horny as ever. I wanted to fuck her before, but now the desire was heightened tenfold. I began thinking about her curvy mounds and how I wanted to spank them. The way I figured it a punishment was in order for using me like this, and she’d enjoy the punishment.