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Billionaire Baby Daddy

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I brought my hands to my face, allowing the worry from the previous day to fall around me. “What is it?” I gasped.

She eyed me, bringing her eyebrows up high on her forehead. “I have a date!”

I clapped my hands together, allowing my papers and folders to fall to the ground before me. They scattered, monstrously, on her fine, hardwood floor. I brought my hands around her thin shoulders and hugged her supremely, feeling such a happiness course through me. “I can’t believe this is true! Is it that—“

She nodded. “That guy from work? Yeah. Michael.” She sighed, rubbing at her eyes. I could tell she was tired, but that she was staying up to speak with me, to tell me about her excitement. It had been too long since a truly good thing had happened to either of us.

I brought the wine bottle into the air and tipped into over a wine glass, filling it heartily. I clinked the glass into hers and we cheered her impending date. The wine coursed down my tongue. “When is it?” I asked her, my eyes bright.

She laughed, snickering a bit. “I actually agreed to go out tonight.” She shook her head, as if she couldn’t believe herself. “Is that all right?”

My heart skipped a beat. The mere thought of spending a single night by myself in her apartment seemed scary, made me feel out of sorts, in a way. I swallowed, but didn’t allow the light to dissipate from my eyes. “Of course that’s all right! I know how much this guy means to you.” I took another sip, remembering that this flirtation had been happening for several months—that Rachel hadn’t thought it would materialize into anything at all. “Things work out, don’t they?”

Rachel leaned close to me then. Her eyes grew serious. “I want you to know that I think things will work out for you, as well. I have a really good feeling about it. I think—I think the president will deal with this Jason issue. I think he loves you enough to protect you.” She petered off for a moment, looking beyond my shoulder, toward the door. I felt like an alien, for only a moment. “In fact, he loves you enough to change his entire life. I can’t say that anyone has ever loved me that much. Throughout my entire life.”

In that moment, I wanted to tell her everything. I wanted to tell her about Xavier, about his wife, Camille, discovering us. I wanted to tell her about my doubts regarding our future—about how I didn’t want to be perceived as a money-grabbing mistress. God, I didn’t want that. And I wanted to tell her about Jason grabbed my throat and pressing me against a tree, threatening my entire political existence. With just one strike of his hand—one sent email—he could ruin me. Now that, that was power.

Rachel tipped her glass back, not a glimmer of understanding about what was going on in my brain showing in her face. I sipped at my wine and listened to her talk about her date. This man named Michael—a lawyer who often came into her work, who’d been flirting with her hard the previous few weeks. I knew she hadn’t been happy for years. I wished wholeheartedly for her happiness.

She downed her drink then, and reached for her coat. She swung it around her thin shoulders and nodded toward me. “I know that we’ve spent so much time together. And I’ve appreciated every moment,” she murmured. She looked down toward her feet. I didn’t want this serious conversation. I didn’t feel ready for it. I swallowed.

“Don’t,” I began. “We’ll see each other after your date. I can’t wait to hear all about how it went. You deserve to have adventure, to have things happen to you. You’re one of the good ones.” I brought my hand to her shoulder and clenched it for a moment, giving her my support. She smiled, if only for a moment.

“Okay. I’m off. Please. Relax, tonight. Don’t think about Xavier, about his wife, about Jason. Just allow yourself to be—free.” She nodded toward me, her eyes yielding affirmation.

I watched her leave the apartment. In that moment, I felt so lonely—but also so free. I realized that I was so rarely by myself. I could create a moment of self-reflection, of self-comprehension. I poured myself another glass of wine—this one even bigger and stronger than the previous one. I sat back and guzzled it in her great easy chair, allowing my eyes to glaze over in the haze of the television. I imagined myself with a normal life, outside of the White House, never having known the President of the United States. No. No. I shook my head ravenously. Things were precisely what they were meant to be. This was my destiny. Every step I’d taken, every move I’d made through the previous campaign, through my work with the congressman, through my work at the helm of this campaign had been appropriate, full-formed. I was taking the appropriate steps.

And someday, I knew, I would feel free.

I allowed myself to filter off, to fall asleep for a few hours, waiting up for Rachel. I knew she would be gushing with details about her date when she returned, and my ears ached for the details. I wanted to live in another person’s story, for a moment.

Finally, at around 10 in the evening, Rachel burst through the door, her smile bea

ming her face. She looked almost clown-like, with her red lipstick and her bright expression. I brought my hands to my face, shocked awake with the noise. She clattered her keys on the kitchen table and brought her fists to her cheek, preparing a little ditty, a little dance for me. I shook my head back and forth toward her, unsure of what to say.

“So—it went well?” I finally asked her, laughing a bit, deep in my gut.

She nodded, bursting. Her face had turned a subtle red. “It went so well, Amanda.” She sat before me then, on the coffee table. She’d poured herself another glass of wine, and her face gleamed already of many alcoholic drinks. I laughed for a moment. “We talked about everything. He told me about his—his career, his dreams, his passions. And I told him about how I’d had to rework my dreams to account—to account for the fact that politics wasn’t actually in the cards for me. You know?”

I nodded, feeling my stomach brim with a sense of pride. “Wow.” My words were nearly breathless.

She nodded. “He’s a real gentleman. Someone I could—I could see myself with.” Her eyes were bright toward me. “I feel excited, deep in my gut. Like—like things are happening. Is this how you felt when you first—“

“When I first met Xavier?” I asked her then. I continued the sentence with a breathless intensity, understanding her question. I began to nod, knowing that this was the truth. I had absolutely fallen for Xavier in much the same way. I had seen him and understood, almost immediately. He was the person I most wanted in my life. “I think so.”

She bit her lip. “I think I understand your situation a bit better, now. I can’t—I can’t imagine feeling this way, and knowing that there was a blockage. A—a wife in the way of my love and happiness.” She bowed her head, looking toward her perfect, slim feet.

I paused for a moment, allowing us to sit in comfortable silence. I knew I needed to tell Rachel about the truths of the previous few days. I knew I needed to get it all off my chest. I cleared my throat. “Rachel?” I whispered.

Her eyes darted back toward me. “What is it?”

“It’s just that Camille found out.”

Rachel’s eyes widened. She brought her free hand to her chest. “No.”

I nodded. “She—she walked in on us the other day. I immediately thought we were done for.” I snapped my fingers, hearing the echo in the small living room. “But she just stood there, allowing us to get dressed before her. And then, she told us that it was easier for her that Xavier was having an affair.” I furrowed my eyebrows, unsure of what to say next. The entire story seemed to be frothing from my mouth.

“It was easier for her?” Rachel whispered. “What does that even—“



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