Page 122 of Resistant

“Yes Sir.”

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I pinch the bridge of my nose as the crew closes the plane door and readies for takeoff. Brynn’s absence is an inconvenience, but I’ll make sure it isn’t a problem. I’ve sent Mr. Anderson to the Bayou house in an empty car. He will pick up a decoy and deliver the replacement to my house. No one will be sagacious enough to realize that Brynn has escaped my grasp.

I’m exhilarated at the prospect of my plan coming to fruition. I’ve worked for years to get where I am, and nothing, particularly a woman, will stop me now.

I can’t wait for my father to find out that his bastard son has bested him. The old fart has been waving his superiority in my face for as long as I can remember. Maybe I should have him at the end of my whip stuttering in French at me for a change.

I sigh, the wrath I plan to deliver to my father is for another day. For now, I need to solve my salacious Brynn problem.

The loss of ma lagniappe is an inconvenience. Her absence won’t be noticed publicly, but I already long for her. I ache for the balance she brings me, soothing my darkness just by kneeling and laying her pretty head on my thigh.

She is peace in my chaotic existence, and she cannot be replaced. The connection I have to her is peculiar and maddening but I’ve stopped questioning it. I’ve not allowed a woman to get close to me.

I sit back in my seat and pour myself a drink. The flight attendant’s perfume enters my senses and I call her over silently with the crook of my finger.

She unzips my pants and leans over to take my cock in her mouth. I’m imaging another brown haired, witchy green-eyed beauty in my mind’s eye. Brynn is the exception, my only exception.

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Preparation for the secret election that will be held in several months' time is underway. I’m here for the duration, to charm the world's elite and convince them that I have the power to fix the world.

I smirk at the man in front of me. He’s just given up his most treasured possession, in exchange for credits that should keep him in the most elite circles of society.

I sign the deed with a flourish and leave the rest to my attorneys. My shoes echo off the marble floors and I straighten my suit jacket.

After I come back from Tel Aviv, I’ll put events in motion that will bring ma lagniappe back to me. I’ve purchased a tiny remote island, just for the occasion. I plan on keeping her there for a long while, just the two of us and she will have no means to escape.

It’s time to enter the hall and state my case. I mentally shift gears and walk in like I own the place. Because when I walk out after the election, I will own the place.

THE END