Kayla
I wasn’t exactly sure why I starting crying so hard when Matthew left. Things just felt so out of control between the two of us. The man that I had once looked up to and admired now made me question if he was even a good guy at all.
It probably didn’t help anything that I had stayed up all night drinking wine. I was exhausted and couldn’t think straight. All I kept thinking about was the deceitful things that I thought Matthew was doing. But I didn’t have any evidence of a single wrong thing that he had done. Besides handing that man money in the dark, I wasn’t sure what Matthew had been part of that was making me feel so unease.
After seeing him pay that man money, all I could think about was evil things that he was paying him to do. I was afraid Matthew had come over to talk to me about following him, but that didn’t seem to be the case. I was relieved to see that he didn’t seem to know at all that I had been the one who got into the cab. That was one bright spot in the morning at least.
I really had to think about what it was I wanted for my future in Washington D.C. and as the tears flowed I thought about so many of the different options that I had. The idea of just packing up and going back to Illinois was certainly on my mind.
When I had first come to Washington D.C., I had such idealized views of what it would be like to work there. I thought if I worked hard that was all that I needed to do in order to build up my reputation. My education in politics over the last few months had proven to me that I didn’t understand all the layers that were really involved in politics at all.
Matthew had shown me some of the darker sides of politics, but he wasn’t even truthful with me most of the time. I just wished there were genuine people that could be truthful with me. I really wished that Matthew would be more frank with me. He seemed to lie constantly. Or at least, keep the truth from me. How was I supposed to love a man that I couldn’t trust at all?
My tears weren’t because I was angry or hurt. They were more because of the lack of direction I felt in everything I was doing. I wasn’t being given all the information with Matthew at work and that made it impossible for me to be a good chief of staff to him. I had to look beyond the immediate job and to my future as far as work was concerned. Matthew was going to be the next Vice President and that would look good for me if I could keep things together professionally.
I took a couple deep breaths and then got into the shower to wash away my neurotic tears and get myself ready for a new day. I had to go into work with a professional look and an attitude that showed I was ready to get some serious work done.
As I dressed for work, I thought about what I wanted my legacy to be during this huge national event. I didn’t want to be remembered as Matthew Storm’s employee who he had an affair with. I wanted to be remembered for expertly handling the transition that was about to take place with Matthew. We needed to get him out and into the public eye.
Matthew needed to talk about the country and his views so that people would feel more confident in him as a choice for Vice President when that time came. We would avoid talking about Senator Masson as much as possible and we would say a simple offer of condolence when we talked about the Vice President. I took a moment to write down some of my thoughts on news stations we could reach out to.
It would be essential that the reporters liked Matthew. More important for me, was that they believed me as a credible and capable chief of staff. We would avoid all personal questions and talk only about the items that were important to the public.
I was excited. I downed the coffee Matthew had brought me and headed over to work with a renewed excitement for the weeks ahead. No matter what was really going on between Matthew and I, that didn’t matter. What mattered was the publicity that was about to go down when Matthew was invited to be the Vice President.
We had to navigate the turmoil that would happen around Senator Masson without looking bad ourselves. It was exciting and invigorating to be on the cusp of making national news. Really…we were about to make history.
I held my head up with confidence as I made my way into the office right at eight o’clock on the dot. I moved my things to the desk area right outside Matthew’s office and took a moment to talk with his secretary about how to handle inquiries from the media.
Everything I did that morning was filled with confidence. I couldn’t look like I didn’t know what I was doing. I had to appear totally and one hundred percent confident in every task I handled.
“We want to talk to the Media. Anyone who calls please make a list of which organization they are from and the time of day they intend to show their news piece. We are most interested in prime time spots; so if that’s what they are offering make sure I see it right away.”
“Sounds good. Are we making comments on the Vice President?” She asked.
“Yes, you can say ‘Senator Storm is deeply saddened by the new of Vice President Howard’s death. We send our deepest sympathy to his family and friends’, nothing else should be said on that matter.”
“Yes, I’ve got it,” she said as she wrote down what I said word for word.
“Is Matthew in?” I asked as I looked at his closed door.
I paused for a moment as I tried to decide just how I wanted to approach Matthew for the day. I couldn’t be a baby about things. This was work and I was determined to keep things as professional as possible.
“Yes, he’s been in for a couple hours.”
I made a point to knock on Matthew’s door and then leave it wide open as I went in to talk with him. We were done having sex in the office. I was going to make sure things were kept professional at work so everyone around us would know that I was working my ass off in my position. I didn’t want them thinking that Matthew and I were fucking all the time, everyone needed to see that I was working. If only for my own personal well-being, I needed to separate work and private life a little better.
“Kayla, good to see you. How are you doing?” Matthew said as he stood up when I entered his office.
“I’m doing great. Here’s some key points I want you to talk about when you have media interviews. Your secretary has a statement about the VP, please go take a look at it and make any changes that you would like. But I think it’s pretty good.”
“Kayla, I asked you how you were doing.” Matthew said as he reached across the desk and held onto my hand.
I quickly pulled away from him and shook my head no. We couldn’t go there again. Things in the office were going to be professional even if I had to stand ten feet away from him at all times.
“I’m doing great. We need to stay focused, though. Right now people are going to be calling for interviews about Senator Masson and maybe even about the prospect of you becoming Vice President. You need to focus. Until news breaks about Masson, we need to stay as neutral as possible.”
“Are you afraid of me?” Matthew asked out of the blue.
He caught me off guard. Yes, I was afraid of him, but no I wasn’t about to tell him that. I knew that Matthew was capable of a lot of things. I felt like he was mostly capable of buying people off and bribing people, but I really didn’t know if he was capable of more than that. Deep down I still wondered if Matthew had something to do with the Vice Presidents disappearance and murder. I wanted to believe he didn’t have a thing to do with it, but I still had so many questions.
“No Matthew,” I said with a fake smile.
Matthew stood up and made his way to his door and shut it. He quickly walked toward me and pressed me up against his desk. His hands moved to my face and held onto my cheeks passionately as he looked in my eyes.
In that moment, I wasn’t scared of Matthew at all. His eyes were passionate and I saw love in them. I didn’t see hate or anger at all.
“Then what is it? What have I done? How can I fix this?” Matthew said passionately.
“Stop lying to me. I can’t take it, Matthew. My mind plays so many worse possibilities than if you would just tell me the truth. Tell me, Matthew! Tell me the damn truth!”
Matthew pulled away from me as I yelled at him. I could tell he hadn’t expected me to release myself like that. His hand went to his hair and he paced the room for a minute while I waited for him to answer me.
“Kayla, I’m trying to protect you.”
“From what? Matthew, I can decide for myself what I need protection from. I’m here with you Matthew. I need to be your partner or not here at all.”
Matthew looked hurt by my words and sat down on the couch as he continued to run his fingers through his hair. He was processing the pro’s and con’s of finally telling me everything. I could tell he wanted me to stay involved with him and with his office; but was he really ready to be honest with me? Was I really ready to hear the honesty that he had to tell me?
I sat down next to him and grabbed his hand. Together we sat there silently for what seemed like at least fifteen minutes.
“You won’t like me if I tell you everything,” Matthew said as he drew in a deep breath.
“Try me. Matthew, I’m here aren’t I. Try me. I might just surprise you.”
“Tonight. Dinner. We can discuss everything. Will that work?” Matthew asked as he turned toward me.
His lips moved toward mine and I felt my body give in to my desire for him. As much as I wanted to avoid all physical intimacy at the office, it was impossible to avoid it. When Matthew touched me, my body felt on fire with desire. Every muscle in my body reacted to Matthew and wanted him near me. I couldn’t resist him.
His hands gently stroked my leg as we let our mouths move together and play with each other. Each twist and turn of our lips made our kiss deeper and more passionate. I wanted to know everything about this Man. I needed to know it all if I was going to decide my future.
“Yes, tonight,” I said as I stood up and opened his office door. “And let’s keep this open from now on,” I said with a smile.
Matthew smiled back at me and I felt like things were a little better between us. I still had no idea what the truth was that he was going to tell me, but I hoped he would, at least, tell me who that man was that he had paid off.
I hoped the man had just been the guy who checked my house and his for listening devices, but it seemed like an awful lot of money for that job. Deep down I worried that he had paid the man off to murder the Vice President. It was a horrible thought and I hated that it was even in my head, but hopefully it was not the truth.
I loathed myself for even thinking that Matthew was capable of something like that. But on the same token, I couldn’t be naive enough to think that Matthew wasn’t capable of hurting someone. Maybe he hadn’t planned for the VP to be murdered? Maybe he had only planned for him to get caught in a brothel; whatever the truth was…I needed to know it if I was going to continue on with Matthew.
Throughout the day, we had several requests for interviews and picked which ones would be best for Matthew to participate in. I was ecstatic at how well the interviews went and the information and personal Matthew was able to get out to the public. Each interview went off without a hitch and we were both very excited with how the day went. It really couldn’t have gone any better if we had planned it.
“Matthew, I’m going to head home,” I said when I realized it was well after five o’clock.
“I’ll come with you if you can give me twenty minutes.”
“Actually, I’d like to get ready before we go to dinner. I’ll just see you at my place in a half hour.”
As I made my way down the corridor and to the elevator, I noticed Senator Masson standing outside his office. He was also heading toward the elevator and had just said goodbye to his secretary for the day.
I could have run the other way, but instead, I decided the professional thing to do would be to have an actual conversation with him. I couldn’t be afraid of Senator Masson forever; sooner or later we would have to move past what had happened between us. Somewhere done the road I might have to work with him or go to a meeting with him, I had to try and smooth things over with the man.
“Hi, George,” I said as we stood in front of the elevator and waited for it.
“Kayla, it’s good to see you. How is Matthew treating you lately?”
It was a dig at the news Matthew and I were a couple now. But I was above that. I wasn’t about to stoop to his level and we weren’t commenting on our relationship with anyone. I knew that George was jealous that I was laying in bed with Matthew at night, but he was going to have to get over it.
“Things are going well with me. I hear you are getting the VP nomination. Congratulations. That’s pretty major.”
“Well, you never know. I’ll believe it when I see it. The tides turn quickly around here.”
“Good luck. You’re a good man George and you deserve that job. Maybe someday we can work together again,” I said with a smile as we entered the elevator together.
“Maybe we could work something out,” George said as he took a step closer to me and was clearly in my personal space.
What had started as me just being nice to him had quickly turned into him pressing against me and talking sexually to me. I should have been more prepared for what happened, but I wasn’t. I felt totally caught off guard as George pressed his pelvis against me and I felt his cock hard for me.
“Now, now George, let’s keep things professional,” I said as I pressed him away gently.
“Kayla, if I’m going to be the Vice President, you are going to want to stay on my good side. I’ll be able to help you a lot more than Matthew will.”
“Thank you for thinking of me George, but I’m not with Matthew because he can help me. I actually care about him,” I said as I went against my better judgment and commented on my relationship with Matthew.
“You’re such a little whore. I guess Matthew has you satisfied enough that you don’t need to fuck anyone else. Good luck to you and your whoring ways,” George said as the elevator door opened and he rushed out.
I was left standing there in total disorganization. His words had cut into me harshly and I felt like I was going to cry. I hadn’t expected Senator George Masson to act like that at all. He didn’t seem like the kind of guy who would turn so nasty so quickly.
Instead of crying, I walked quickly behind George to see where he was going in such a hurry. He didn’t turn toward the parking garage when he got off the elevator and that was unusual. That was enough to distract me from the tears that had started to form.
My footsteps were soft and I stayed back far enough that he didn’t see I was there. George went out the side door and to the parking lot of the market across the street. I had to go down a block and then cross so I wouldn’t be seen, but when I arrived at the parking lot, I couldn’t believe what I saw.
My heart pounded as I tried to make sense of what was going on in front of me. I clearly saw Senator George Masson standing under a tree with a man that looked exactly like the man that Matthew had been talking to the night before.
I quickly circled around the store so I could get closer to the men and still hide behind the side of the building. Unfortunately, I couldn’t get close enough to hear what was going on, but I did see George hand the man a stack of money. A stack that was almost identical in size as the stack of money that Matthew had handed to the man.
My mind was blown as I tried to figure out what the hell was going on. I had assumed Matthew was paying the guy off for some dirty work but was Senator Masson doing the exact same thing? I had no idea what was going on and continued to stand next to the building until George and the other man left.
I stayed there as I replayed the scene in my head and tried to figure out what I was missing in everything that I had seen over the last few days. Were Matthew and George Masson both being played by this unidentified man? Or perhaps they were both paying for the man’s services and neither of them knew what the other one was up to.
It wasn’t until my phone started to ring that I came out of my thought induced haze. I really had no idea what was going on.
“Hello,” I said without looking to see who it was.
“Kayla, where are you? I’m at your place,” Matthew said and I heard a hint of worry in his voice.
“Oh, crap, sorry. I’m almost there. Wait for me.”
I hung up the phone and didn’t give him a chance to ask me where I had been for the last twenty minutes. My heart pounded as I jogged over to my apartment and it didn’t calm down even after I stopped and walked calmly into the building.
When I made it to my apartment, I found Matthew standing outside the door waiting for me, which surprised me. Quickly I tried to calm my breath and look more relaxed than I was. Certainly I couldn’t tell Matthew what I saw, or that it was the same man I had seen with him. Matthew would wonder why I had followed George in the first place. But then I thought of something that might be helpful…the insults that George had flung at me while in the elevator.
“Why are you waiting out here?” I laughed as I tried to deflect the attention from me and back to Matthew.
“Where were you?”
“Are you waiting out here because I yelled at you for going in my apartment this morning?”
“Yes, but where were you? It’s been almost a half of an hour since you left work.”
“I got stuck in the elevator with George Masson. You wouldn’t believe what a jerk he was!”
I opened my apartment door and again noted that Matthew had waited for me outside the door instead of going inside. Maybe he was listening to me when I talked after all. I wasn’t sure I could trust him at all yet. But I felt much better than I had earlier in the day.
The fact that Matthew and George Masson had both met with the same guy seemed to lessen the diabolical nature of what I thought the man was doing for them. I knew that George Masson would not be hiring a killer or any such thing like that, so I had to rethink what both George and Matthew had paid the man for.
It was going to be near impossible to figure it all out though without coming out and asking what was going on. I was tired, though. Emotionally and physically I was exhausted. I knew I couldn’t ask Matthew if he had hired a killer. I was just going to have to wait and see if things started to flush themselves out over the next few days.
“Would you mind staying in tonight? Maybe old schooling it… and put a movie on and order pizza? I’m exhausted.”
“That sounds like a great plan, but you still need to tell me what George said to you.”
I rolled my eyes at Matthew when he asked me to tell him. It was horrible what George had said to me and I didn’t even want to repeat it. I didn’t want those thoughts to be in Matthew’s head at all when he thought about me. I hesitated before I told Matthew, but I decided if I wanted Matthew to be honest with me then I was going to need to be honest with him.
“He just called me a whore, and that was about it. But he first pressed his old shriveled cock up against me to see if I wanted to play with him.”
“That son of a bitch, that old man does not deserve to even be in the same room as you,” Matthew said as he pulled out his phone. “I’ve had it with him. I’ve been playing things soft and sweet with him. I’m done with it. I’m going to play hardball.”
“Don’t call him!” I said as I reached for his hand.
“I’m not calling him. But there is something I was holding back on and I’m not holding back anymore. I’m done with that man.”
I stood next to Matthew and watched as he dialed a number that was in his phone as ‘X’. That was it, no name, no other information, just the letter X. The man on the other end seemed to know exactly who Matthew was when he called and I stayed close to Matthew to try and listen to the whole conversation.
“Did you get his money?” Matthew asked.
“Yes, twenty-five thousand dollars.”
“You keep it. I want a full out release of all the information. No more games.”
“I made promises to him,” the man on the other end of the phone said.
“Well keeping that twenty-five thousand plus the money I gave you should be enough to break those promises. Release it all,” Matthew said and then hung up the phone.
I was surprised that Matthew had talked so freely in front of me. Maybe our little talk about honesty had been helpful and he had actually listened to me.
“So do you feel like telling me what’s going on?” I asked as I made my way into the kitchen and opened a bottle of wine.
Matthew came into the kitchen behind me and wrapped his arms around me. His head rested on my shoulder and I felt the comfort of his touch. For a brief moment, I relaxed and closed my eyes so I was wrapped in his arms and his scent. I loved the feeling of comfort I had when Matthew had his arms around me. There was no other feeling even close to that feeling.
“I want to tell you, Kayla. I just don’t think it’s fair for you to be all wrapped up in the negative aspects of this political stuff. You have such a positive view. If you knew everything it would make you jaded like I am.”
I understood where he was coming from. Did I really want to know everything? I thought I did, but when it came down to it; would it make me hate Matthew once I knew all that he had to go through to get the position of power that he wanted. I really didn’t know what I wanted anymore.
After seeing Senator George Masson doing the exact same thing that Matthew had done, I was starting to feel like I had misjudged Matthew and all that was going on with him. Perhaps Matthew wasn’t dangerous at all. Perhaps he was just doing what he needed to do in order to get the position he wanted. That didn’t seem all that unusual compared to all the other Senators in Washington.
“I’ll compromise with you. How about you just tell me about what’s going to happen tomorrow. Let me be prepared for tomorrow at least,” I said as I turned around in Matthew’s arms.
“Deal.”
Matthew leaned in and stopped about an inch away from my lips. I couldn’t resist and I moved my lips to touch his. We kissed softly and slowly like we were a young couple in love. I wasn’t sure that was exactly what we were. But I did have feelings for Matthew, lots of them. Unfortunately, they ranged from fear to loathing to loving and I wasn’t exactly sure which order they were coming in.
His hands held onto my waist and he gently moved his hips against mine. I felt the fire inside me start to ignite as I thought about how good our bodies always felt when they were together. It made me want to stop being angry and just get naked right there in the kitchen.
“Tell me who you were just talking to,” I said as I reached my hands down and unbuckled his pants.
My fingers slid into his boxers and I felt his smooth, hard, muscle as it throbbed with excitement for me. I loved the way his body was always hard for me. There was no denying that I aroused Matthew, no denying that at all. Every time we were together Matthew’s cock was hard and wanted to be inside of me. That did give me a bit of confidence about how he felt about me. There was no way to hide if you were aroused by someone, especially for a man like Matthew.
“He’s a reporter. I hired him to leak information about Masson slowly to other news sources. But he was also working with Masson, who had hired him to leak dirt about me.”
Matthew reached for my pants and unbuttoned them as he talked. He slid them down to my ankles along with my panties. I took a deep breath in as he blew his warm breath toward my center as he bent over. His mouth was only a few inches away from me and I wanted to open up and let his tongue touch me.
“I haven’t heard any dirt leaked about you,” I said as I tried to control my breath.
“That’s because the guy is working for me. He’s taking Masson’s money, but there won’t be one single story about me out there,” Matthew said as he stood up and started to unbutton my blouse. “Anything else you want to know?”
I was having a hard time thinking straight and I was sure there were plenty of other things I wanted to ask him. I couldn’t think of any of them. The mysterious man had been solved so for the moment I was going to enjoy myself.
My hands moved to his pants and I pressed them down to the floor and let my mouth graze his throbbing hard cock. I couldn’t resist a quick lick of his soft skin.
“There was one other thing,” I whispered as I gave his member a sweet little kiss.
Matthew took his shirt off and stood there looking down at me. His breath labored with anticipation. But I wasn’t ready to ask my next question, I actually didn’t know if I really wanted to ask it at all. Things had changed since I saw Masson talking to the same man and I believed Matthew when he said the guy was a reporter. Maybe my other questions could wait.
“Anything. Kayla, I’ll be honest with you. Ask me anything.”
I felt the sincerity in his tone and I did think of one other question I wanted to ask him. But I decided to wait for a few minutes and let the anticipation build up. I really did love playing with Matthew.
I slid to my knees and wrapped my lips around him. The sound of his breath releasing in relief was delightful.
His arms braced against the counter as I moved my mouth up and down his hardness. I loved how excited he was for me. There was no doubt Matthew loved fucking me, as I did him. When we were together, I didn’t think about our age difference or even our jobs. All I thought about was how his body and mine fit together so perfectly. I had never been with a man as many times as I had been with Matthew. It felt so natural when we were together.
“Kayla,” he whispered.
But I didn’t stop to answer him. Instead, I moved my lips quicker to entice him closer to explosion. I wanted to see that desperate look in his eyes as he waited for his body to release. That was when I would ask my question. Only in that moment would I get the answer that was most truthful from Matthew.
Faster and harder I sucked on him, letting his body build up the excitement. My eyes didn’t look up at him; I stayed focused on the job in front of me. Harder…harder…long strokes until I felt his body release the beginnings of his explosion. That was when I stood up and slid between Matthew and the counter.
“Girl, you are going to kill me,” Matthew said as he started to kiss my neck.
His mouth vigorously sucked on my neck as his body pressed against me. I could tell he wanted to slide inside of me so bad he could hardly stand it. But he did stand it, he waited and he kissed me. He resisted his urge to thrust inside of me and instead tried to be sweet to me.
I lifted myself up onto the counter and spread my legs for him. I wanted him to see how wet with desire I was for him. I wanted him to see just how badly I wanted to have his body inside of mine.
Matthew looked at me with longing that I couldn’t have even hoped for. His eyes looked at my wetness and then back up to my lips.
“I said anything. Ask me anything and I will answer you,” Matthew said as he moved closer to me and let his hands rest on my thighs.
His thumb moved toward my wet center and I tried not to flinch as he started to massage my clit. It felt so delightful that I had to pull my hips away slightly so I could get the question out that I wanted to ask him.
“Did you kill the Vice President?” I asked.
Matthew looked into my eyes for a brief moment and I saw what I thought was shock cross his face. Then he looked down and Matthew didn’t look up from my pussy again, but he did answer me.
“No.”
Within a second his cock slid inside of me and I wrapped my arms around his neck to hold onto him. His thrusts were hard and he seemed to be playing rougher than when we first started to mess around. I figured the accusation of being a murderer had probably made him angry, but I did believe him when he said he didn’t do it. There was nothing about Matthew that seemed like someone who could commit murder and I instantly regretted asking the question.
His body thrust into me hard and I screamed out with the delight that he delivered to me. I moved in and tried to kiss him, but this time he pulled away. Instead, he sucked on my neck and I felt the strength of his mouth close to my vein.
His body only took a few thrusts before he held onto my hips tightly and I felt my body rumble with orgasm. As I screamed out in delight, Matthew released his last thrusting effort and then quickly pulled away from me. I felt the anger in his movements and was instantly sorry I had accused him of murder.
Matthew went straight to the bathroom and shut the door to take a shower. I hated that I had made him feel so awful. I didn’t think anything I could have said would hurt Matthew. He just wasn’t the kind of guy that got hurt by words, or so I thought.
I cleaned up and slid into some sweat pants and into bed to watch a movie. I was happy we had decided to stay in. At least, we could cuddle and watch an old movie and I knew soon Matthew would forgive me for the question I asked.
Matthew took a long time in the bathroom and when the door finally opened, I could tell he wasn’t planning on spending the night. He looked mad, or sad, I couldn’t tell which one it was.
He made his way back out to the living room and was putting his suit back on when I came out of the bedroom.
“You’re leaving?” I asked.
“Yes, tomorrow is a big day. I’ll see you at work,” Matthew gave me a kiss on the forehead and then grabbed his things and left.
I stood in total shock as he closed the door. That was not the reaction I had expected from him at all. His feelings had been hurt, that was for sure, but I thought we could have talked about it. I hated that he had just left angry without talking and letting things get smoothed over.
I would have been up all night thinking about him and what I had said, but I was exhausted from staying up the previous night. After Matthew left, I turned the lights off and slid into bed. I was too tired to process what had just happened. I needed sleep.
When my alarm went off in the morning, I felt less rested than I had hoped for. My body was sore and tired. I flipped the television on to catch up on the local news and see if there were any stories about Senator Masson. It was going to be juicy when Matthew’s secret information got released to the press. I couldn’t wait to see what dirt he had found on Masson.
But as I stared at the news scroll I realized there was much more dirt on Senator Masson than I could have ever imagined. The breaking news story was that Senator George Masson was with the Vice President the night he was murdered.
The newscaster didn’t want to speculate if George Masson was going to be charged with murder and did report that he was just a person of interest. It was huge. The fact that George Masson had been with the Vice President but hadn’t come forward and said he was there, that showed the world that he was not trustworthy at all. But more than that, I had to wonder if Masson had been involved in the murder. Surely he would have come forward and said he was there with the Vice President when everyone was looking for him.
I watched the news diligently as I got ready for work. There were all kinds of stories going around that talked about the brothel the men had been at, the scene where the Vice President had been murdered. The speculation seemed to look more at why Masson hadn’t come forward with the information earlier, but not too many news outlets actually accused Masson of being involved in the murder. Most of them left it at the two men were at the brothel together and then Masson returned to Washington D.C. and the Vice President did not.
I knew something was going to come out that would make it impossible for Masson to become the Vice President, but I didn’t think murder would be part of it. I had to think that Matthew was going to keep that part of things quiet until I told him how George Masson had treated me in the elevator.
There was a knock at more door that scared me to death. I wasn’t expecting anyone, so I was surprised when I looked out the peep hole and saw Matthew standing there.
“Hey, what’s up?” I asked as I opened the door.
“Grab your things,” he said as he pointed to his watch. “We need to go somewhere right now.”
Something was odd about Matthew. He wasn’t looking me in the eyes and I didn’t like that at all.
“I’m sorry for what I said last night,” I said as I grabbed my purse and followed him down the hallway.
Matthew didn’t respond. We rode the elevator in silence down to the lobby and I followed him to the SUV waiting out front.
“Raymond, I’m going to drive us. Do you mind?” Matthew said as he went around to the driver’s side door and opened it for Raymond to get out.
“Sure thing boss,” he said as he looked at me and shrugged his shoulders.
I got into the passenger side and looked out at Raymond as we drove away. It was clear Raymond had no idea what was going on either.
We continued to sit in silence as Matthew drove us out of town. It was really easy to get out of town in the morning because all the traffic was coming into town. I wanted to ask Matthew where we were going, but decided to just wait. He didn’t seem like he was in the mood for questions.
We drove about ten miles north of the city and then Matthew got off the interstate and followed a county road out into a residential neighborhood. It didn’t look like the kind of place Matthew would normal hang out, but again I didn’t question him.
He continued to drive down a road that turned from pavement into gravel and I got my first sense of uneasiness. There was no explanation I could think of that we would need to be that far out in the country. There was no one around. I couldn’t see any houses and I couldn’t see any other cars.
We continued down the gravel road until we got to another road that turned into some trees. The wooded road made my heart start to pound. Suddenly I questioned everything that had happened between Matthew and I.
I felt like I was in a scene from a movie and I was being taken to an isolated location to be murdered. I had believed Matthew when he said he wasn’t involved in the Vice President’s murder, I had believed him up until the very moment he turned down the wooded road.
“What are we doing Matthew?” I finally asked nervously.