18. Chris

Chapter 18

Chris

W aking me for what feels like the fiftieth time in the past twelve hours, the nurse checks my vitals. She's pretty, though a bit too old for me. Still, if I wasn't laid up in this hospital bed, I'd bend her over for a quick fuck.

My mother walks in wearing one of her classic black pencil skirts and a gray blazer, with a somber expression to match. Catching me staring at the nurse's ass, she purses her lips and groans, "Can you give us a moment alone?" The nurse scurries out of the room, muttering, "Yes, ma'am." Once the door is shut, Mom takes a seat next to my bed. "Christopher, you need to get your shit together, or your father will not support your presidential run."

"What do you mean ‘get my shit together?' I'm married to Jaclyn now. That all but guarantees the party's nomination," I sneer.

"You two have no chemistry." She takes out her phone and scrolls, tapping a few times. "Ah, here we go." She hands it to me, and I click on the article. It highlights how I appeared indifferent in our staged photos leading up to the wedding, and now a man in love on the big day.

Alex .

"After your little accident , do you really think a woman like Jaclyn is going to remain your dutiful wife?" She takes her phone back and tucks it in her purse.

"Relax, it's fine. She doesn't know about me and Cara," I insist.

"You've forgotten that your wife is an educated woman. If Alex hasn't told her the truth, it's only a matter of time before she figures out that you were fucking your aide on your wedding day. And I give her a few weeks before she puts two and two together that you've been sleeping with any woman willing to spread her legs, since you were eighteen. Sure, she'll stand beside you for photo ops, but she won't enthusiastically support you." My mother groans, and as I'm about to reply, she continues her rant, "Things are different now than they were when your father ran. Yes, she's a Taylor, but Jaclyn is the perfect choice because you need a First Lady who does something other than stand there and look pretty. If you want the White House, you have to win her over; you need to look at her the way Alex does."

"Can't you see he wants to steal my wife?" I growl .

"He's quite the actor. If he does manage to steal her from you, you deserve it. What you did…" She tsks. "You're worse than your father. Fix this, or you've not only ruined her life but yours, too." As she stands, she brushes her skirt to smooth out any wrinkles. "The wedding was beautiful, by the way. I'm so happy she went with lavender and white."

My mother is right; I'm throwing away my shot at the presidency. Fuck, maybe even reelection in Florida.

Once she leaves, the nurse from before comes back in, and my eyes fall to her full breasts as she coyly asks, "Anything I can assist you with, Mr. Blake?"

What's one last bit of fun before I'm saddled with the ol' ball and chain?

"I seem to have an ache I could use your assistance with, Nurse"—I check her name tag—"Wendy."

Wendy checks the door and returns her gaze to me. "I'm here to help, sir." She pulls back the blanket covering my lap and lifts the medical gown. "You have swelling. May I assist… manually? "

"I think it needs something warmer," I suggest, and she wets her lips.

As Wendy leans in, the door flies open, and she quickly pulls back. "Oh, good, you're still here," my mother chides as I scramble to cover up. "You're fired. And you… " She glares at me. "You should be wooing your wife, not your nurse. I was going to give you the good news that you'll be discharged later today. Perhaps I should tell them you need to stay here indefinitely if you can't keep it in your pants, Christopher."

Mom turns on her heel before I can protest, and Wendy rushes after my mother. When the door shuts behind them, I'm left alone for a moment with my hard cock. Needing release, I fist it, but the vibe left the room with Wendy. I manage to make out a few shouts before the door opens again, and a man in a white coat walks in.

"Good news, you'll be released later today, Mr. Blake, pending your echo results and drug test. We should have both shortly. Are there any arrangements you'd like us to make?"

"No, any arrangements can be made by my family."

He nods and walks out. As soon as the door closes, I relieve the ache Wendy couldn't take care of, surprised by Jaclyn's name passing my lips as I come.