I look out at the sea of faces and then look back to Penny. She's standing there like a champion.
God, she looks so fucking beautiful.
Can you fucking believe that even in this mess, my cock is twitching as I see her standing there in that tight skirt and suit jacket.
I mean that skirt is hugging her ass so tightly, I can fucking see the outline of her thong if I squint hard enough.
I know they say thongs take out the visible panty line, but to my eye, I can spot just about everything. That little triangle of fabric—I totally zero in on that, and then the rest of the cheeks are opened wide up, baby.
That's how fucking turned on I am by Penny Wright.
She's grown so much as a person. She's become so strong.
It's so amazing.
I don't think I had anything to do with it. I mean you can sit there and say that it was her experiences with me that made her tougher. But I don't know. I think she grew on her own. I was just the sunlight that allowed her to flourish like a germinating plant.
And now here she is, standing in front of half of New York City if you count all the people watching through the cameras and who'll be reading the news once it goes online and gets printed.
I'm ready to step in at a moment's notice now and shut this shit down if I see it going south.
But let's let this girl see what she's got, shall we?
She's already starting to speak.
"My name is Penny Wright, and it seems that over the last several days, a lot of stuff has been said about me," she says out loud and with clear and strong conviction. "A lot of it is complete and utter garbage."
And the photographers go wild.
They can sense a fucking story is coming.
Not for nothing, those motherfuckers from the Daily fucking Journal look like they're about to throw up they've gone so fucking green.
Good.
"Until recently, I was a reporter who worked on the Page Eight desk, also known as Gossip Central," Penny says. "They employed a few of us, about five or six and our job was to troll through things happening in the city that were scandalous and salacious and blow them up in the pages of the Daily Journal."
People are nodding along.
"What can I say?" she asks the crowd. "It was a fun job."
Penny makes a face and I can tell the crowd's warming up to her. They laugh at her line and all of a sudden I'm thinking that I'm not really going to be needed to step in and protect her.
I mean, this girl has got this shit covered.
"So it wasn't much of a surprise when my Editor-In-Chief asked me to cover Magnus Davion as part of my Gossip Central duties. I mean, the guy is God's gift to tabloid journalism at times," Penny says to more laughter and I even join in.
What? I can take a joke. And she's right.
I used to be a walking advertisement for whatever tabloid was running my story with my fucking antics.
But then along came Penny.
And changed my life.
"Although this time when they asked me to cover Magnus, there was a very specific goal in mind," Penny says and leans in. You can see the crowd lean forward with her. They're eating this shit up.
"I was supposed to destroy him. Trash his reputation beyond anything he could do himself and make the city hate him," I hear her say.
Even though I know this, it still makes me wince that at one point this was what she was planning to do.
"If you haven't figured it out, this man is my stepfather. He married my mother when I was 18. The marriage didn't last, but he never noticed me. There was maybe some jealousy. Maybe some longing. And a whole lot of brainwashing done by my mother," Penny says calmly and coolly. This part is crucial. She can't look to be lashing out. The press is eating this up.
"Only this time, it wasn't just my mother who was pushing me to take a more unbalanced, and unbiased approach toward Magnus."
I swear to you, everyone is leaning in.
Hell, even I'm listening. It's like nothing else matters in the world.
"You see there's a lot of money in real estate development," Penny says. "Especially when the city is holding bids on a multi-billion dollar contract for Equinox Towers. And especially so when the Mayor herself has a vested interest in ensuring that the contract goes to someone other than Davion Development," she finishes.
This is when the first murmurs go through the crowd.
What exactly is she saying?
What does she mean? Is she suggesting scandal?
Because, Jesus Fuck, this city can't take much more.
"What do you get when you have a Mayor who's financially vested in ensuring that the Equinox Tower contracts go to someone else that's not Magnus Davion?" Penny asks. "And what do you get when a Mayor and an Editor-In-Chief are lovers?"
Fucking silence.
Even me. It's like someone punched me.
Penny looks at me.
"Several years ago, my stepfather and mother were married. It was a marriage of convenience for both, yes. But Magnus Davion tried to make it work because he believed in the institution of marriage. Rhoda Wright didn't even believe she could fall in love with a man. Because she was focused too much on women. So she thumbed her nose at the entire marriage. Until she drove Magnus to divorce her. But to do it in such a way that she nor her lover ever received a single cent in settlement monies," Penny starts to say but literally the crowd blows up. Photographers start taking pictures. Reporters start shouting questions.
Penny waits for a bit. But then she continues and the crowd settles down a bit to listen.
"The financial windfall that they were expecting not being given, Laurel Trask began to look for money in unusual places. These people, in dark corners of the city, did give her the money. But they demanded favors. And so I was dispatched to stop the building of Equinox Towers by Magnus Davion. Because that was the favor," Penny says and turns to me. "That's what I've been doing the last three days, babe. Just so you know I wasn't ignoring you."
I nod to her and she smiles.
Then she looks back to the crowd and talks into the microphone.
"It's very hard for me to stand here and say these things about my mother," Penny says. I know something is coming. "And it must be very hard for you to sit there and listen to me saying them. Especially when I have no proof."
People begin to nod.
"I used to have proof," Penny says. "But that proof was destroyed because I didn't plan ahead."
I'm wondering what the final game plan is. If Penny is up there and trying to convince the people of New York that the Editor-In-Chief of the largest newspaper in the city—and country—as well as their mayor are secret lovers that tried to take me down, she's going to need something or someone more than just her words.
Otherwise Rhoda and Laurel are going to eat her alive.
"So while I don't have the proof I was hoping I'd have, I just realized I have something better," Penny says and now I'm completely hooked.
Penny pulls out her phone and punches a few buttons.
Then she holds the phone to the microphone.
“All I tried to do was be fair and balanced, mom. That’s what a good reporter should do, no? Look for the truth?” I hear Penny's voice come through loud and clear.
And then I hear Laurel.
“The truth? Penny, you’re still a young woman… I know you hold all these ideals of justice and fairness, but that’s not how the real world works. And I can assure you that’s not how Magnus works either," the clear voice of the Mayor fills the area that the crowd is in.
To say they go fucking wild is an understatement.
There might be a mini fucking riot.
"Have you even read the article you wrote? You were supposed to destroy him, not help him build up his savior image!" comes the unmistakable voice of Rhoda Wright.
"Rhoda, I need to go make sure that the people who are funding our campaign for governor aren't pissed off beyond opening their wallets some more. I suggest you get your daughter in line," comes the voice of Laurel one last time.
Penny turns off the phone.
"i think that's all I need to say on the matter," she says sweetly. “But if you really want a story, I’m about to give you one,” she follows up.
The crowd hushes and looks to her.
What could be bigger than what they just got.
“I’ve been having a whole lot of sex with Magnus - the man who used to be my stepdad,” Penny says and I can’t help but laugh for a second. “And you know what, New York? I’m pregnant. And loving it.”
Holy.
Fucking.
Shit.
To say the crowd goes wild is a fucking understatement.
I don’t think I’ve ever been happier in my life. I could care less about anything at this point.
Magnus Davion has been so many things in his life. Warrior. Financier. Playboy. Success story.
But Father?
Five months ago, I would have been scared out of my mind.
But with Penny in my life?
I can’t believe I’m so lucky.
"And I also think this story is closed, don't you? Any questions?"
People shout out questions that really are best asked to Rhoda and Laurel. Like how long have the two been lovers? How long have they tried to destroy me? Do they realize this is a federal offense that they just committed.
Or they ask questions that will never be fucking answered. Like how many times we’ve consummated. Or what we’re going to name the fucking kid.
But the Daily Journal people are silent.
All the way at the front they're sitting there like wet fucking blankets as the rest of the entire press corps goes crazy.
Penny turns to me, obviously pleased by her work.
She comes over to me and nuzzles my cheek.
"Want to go to your place?" she whispers in my ear. "I need some of that Daddy-dick inside me. Soon."
Hey. The girl just saved my fucking ass. And is gonna make me a real Daddy. Who the hell am I to argue?
Penny