I Need You: A Valentine's Anthology

I Need You – A Valentine’s Anthology

By Vera Roberts

For BESM.

©
2014 Vera Roberts, All Rights Reserved

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This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales, is entirely coincidental.

Book I –

Something to Remember

One

I am extraordinarily patient, provided I get my way in the end.

Senator Jay Edwards smiled as he remembered the famous quote made by Margaret Thatcher. He was considered to be one of the most welcoming and nice people in office, as long as no one crossed him. Many didn’t. Those who did made sure not to make the same mistake twice.

His patience had paid off, winning yet another election this past November with loud whispers of a future White House run
; his party already started the campaigning, though the election wouldn’t be for another two and a half years. He didn’t mind soaking up the limelight, though. If his face being plastered all over TV, internet, and magazines meant more attention to the causes he was so passionate about, it was great.

The Beautiful Asshole.
It was a nickname he didn’t coin himself but rather, some fellow female colleagues in office. The beautiful part was due to his dashing movie star looks—he stood over six feet tall, kept his ebony hair trimmed, and had a shade of blue eyes that alternated between cobalt and sea blue. His smile boasted of perfect teeth and he made sure he flashed it often; he never knew when there would be a potential photo-op.

The asshole part of the nickname wasn’t too hard to figure out and it was due to
his take-no-prisoners attitude. Did he consider himself an asshole? Well, it depended on the definition. He wasn’t a pushover and he occasionally (in truth, it was often) used emotional and political blackmail to get what he wanted with no fights or complaints. That nickname from his own party, he didn’t mind.

It was the
other
nickname—The Breck Girl, after the old beauty advertisements showcasing illustrious hair and styling—that made his anger quiver with impatience. His political rivals called him that at every opportunity and Jay thought it was cute at first until one of them threw shade at him by mentioning a certain time of the month and maybe he should go buy some Tampax. Jay made a silent note—that rival was not only going to be politically killed, Jay was going to make sure he would be burned alive.

All of that would have to wait until the next day.
One of Jay’s biggest supporters was holding a special Valentine’s Day fundraiser for him and while Jay was annoyed it was being held on what he considered to be the most romantic day of the year, it was too important for him to skip it. The excuse of wanting to make love to his wife all night just wouldn’t fly, though it sounded right in his head.

It was Valentine’s Day and
he had planned a special dinner with his wife, Jessica. “Special” as in they both would rather be anywhere else other than attending a fundraiser in his honor. But, money talks and it is quite loud when it wants to be, especially with whispers and nudges of a potential presidential run.

Pleasing his constituents was in the back of Jay’s mind, though. His only concern was pleasing his wife this particular night.
She’d made specific orders—no gift over $25 and Jay could admit he was stumped. Granted, they didn’t need more extravagant and expensive purchases in their homes and they desperately needed to downsize. But a $25 gift was something he hadn’t done since his college days, and even then it was a hard task.

“
Shouldn’t you be getting home to celebrate Valentine’s Day with your wife, Senator?” Jay’s assistant, Aileen, peeked into his office. She glanced at her diamond-encrusted watch, a gift from the senator for her services, and eyeballed the time. “If you leave now, you’ll be able to make the fundraiser on time.”

“
I plan to be fashionably late,” Jay replied, with slight annoyance in his voice. “Who in the hell throws a fundraiser on Valentine’s Day, anyway?”

“
The ones with the biggest mouths and deepest pockets,” Aileen smiled. “Besides, with all of that talk about you being president in a couple of years, it’s better for you to go out now and mingle with all the folks who can make a difference.”

“
Aileen, come here for a minute, will you?” He beckoned her and she closed the door behind her. She sat down on his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Do you think I’ll make a good president?”

“
I think so,” she tilted her head slightly; letting the moonlight hit the amber of her eyes, making them sparkle. “You’re intelligent, have a lot of charisma, and it seems both parties like you. You have the support of the veterans because you are one. You have the support of the inner-city because of all of the work you do there. I’ve heard very few bad things about you.”

“
Bad things about me?” Jay raised an eyebrow. “What bad things? I’m an angel!”

“
I know that and you know that, but sometimes...” Aileen’s voice trailed off.

“
Sometimes...”

“
You’re a little rough around the edges, Sir.” She addressed him properly. “You can be a bit of a hardass if you don’t get your way.”

“
I’m supposed to be,” Jay rubbed Aileen’s back, “you see, if I’m weak, people will take advantage. But, if I tell them to fuck off, no one messes with me.”

“
Very few do, Sir.” She smiled again.

“
And I hope it stays that way,” Jay replied. “But enough about my political ambitions for a short while. I need you to help me with something.”

“
Yes, Sir?”

“
I have a task for you. A very short notice task. You need to get this done tonight, before your Mistress and I arrive home.”

“
Yes, Sir.”

“
You know what your Mistress likes, right?”

“
Yes, Master.” Aileen replied.

“
So what in the hell do I give her?” Jay chuckled. “I guess I could run out to the local pharmacy and pick up a teddy bear and a box of chocolates. It might be slim pickings but it’ll do.”

“
May I offer a suggestion, Master?” Aileen offered.

“
You may.”

“
Look in that drawer right there, Master,” she nodded to a lower left side drawer. “There’s your gift to Mistress.”

Jay reached down and opened the drawer. A bottle of champagne, a box of chocolates, and card awaited him.
“You’re a lifesaver,
caramellino
.”

“
I’ll do anything to please you, Master.” She ran a hand through his hair. “Making you happy is all this girl wants to do.”

Jay kissed His submissive, their lips meeting over and over in a twist of hunger and desire.
“I love that My girl wants to keep Me happy.”

“
Is there anything else this girl can do before You leave for the night?”

“
I know I probably shouldn’t spoil my appetite before dinner,” Jay snapped his fingers and Aileen immediately kneeled before Him and began to unbuckle His pants. She unzipped His trousers and pulled out His hardened cock. She wrapped her lips around Him and began to please her Master. “But I think if I have a small bite, it won’t hurt...”

Two

“Jessica,” Senator Thomas Jackson greeted her with a kiss on the cheek, “I must say you look absolutely stunning tonight, as you usually do.”

“
Thank you, Senator,” Sanora smiled at him, “I aim to please.”

“
That you do, as always,” Senator Jackson glanced around, “I don’t see Senator Edwards here? Is he here tonight?”

“
He’ll be here shortly,” Sanora slightly nodded. She knew where her husband was and she only hoped he would be finished soon. She hated political fundraisers like any normal and sane political wife, but was resigned to the fact that they were a must. If her husband had even an
inkling
of winning the presidency in a few years, they needed to attend all of the fundraisers in his honor—including the ones they really didn’t want to go to.

They were all
the same, Sanora thought. Rich donors with very deep pockets and influential mouths. You scratch my back and I’ll give you thousands of dollars and have my very rich and stupid friends do the same. It didn’t matter if they believed in Jay’s causes or they supported his beliefs. Oh, no. It was never that easy. There were always strings—long and thick ones—attached to all donations. Jay was merely Pinocchio to someone’s Geppetto.

Sanora and Jay were masters of fake smiles, air kisses, plastic waves, and perfectly choreographed and rehearsed canned answers.
Spontaneity? Forget it! Even a quick bite at a hot dog stand was orchestrated with hidden cameramen taking photos from different angles and printing them instantly online. Sanora had a team comprised of a make-up artist, a PR person, and a fashion stylist with her almost 24/7. Even when she wanted to go out for a jog, her makeup was done so she could look natural.

She knew what she was getting herself into when she met her husband that fateful evening many years ago.
He was only a Congressman at that point in his career, yet he was young and hungry for more. She was impressed by his desire for greatness and his equal thirst for humiliation.

After doing unimaginable and quite unspeakable things to him, she agreed to go out on a date with him. It was love at first sight for him
, though for her it took a bit longer. Still, at the end of the night, he was The One and they had never looked back.

“
Well, when he finally arrives, can you tell him I was looking for him? I need to speak to him before he goes on stage tonight.” Senator Jackson commented.

“
Not a problem,” Sanora smiled, “I’ll let him know.”

Throughout the night, Sanora hobnobbed and lobbied with fellow Senators and their wives; her plastic smile becoming increasingly worn in the process.
She glanced down at her Cartier watch; her husband was now forty-five minutes late.
Ooh, you are testing my patience, baby boy.
She sipped her champagne and hoped to hell her husband would show up soon or it was going to be a very unhappy Valentine’s for them both.

She walked outside to the balcony and stared out at the glittering Los Angeles skyline.
It had been a whirlwind year for her, and the upcoming trial was going to bring back harsh memories of her mother’s death. It was a day she would never forget and would never publicly speak about. But if she wanted justice, she would need to deal with the media frenzy once again. Her only saving grace was that some of them were owned and controlled by her, so she knew what would be printed and what wouldn’t.

The others, however, were loose cannons and Sanora kept a very watchful eye on them.
Some of them had already started trying to locate her whereabouts, even with some agencies flying to Greece to find her.
They’ll never find me, not if I can help it.

“
Now, didn’t someone tell you that a lady should never leave the house without her finest pearl necklace,” a deep voice feathered against Sanora’s ears. Familiar hands caressed her bare collarbone before clasping the necklace together at the nape of her neck. “Mmm... that’s much better.”

Sanora instinctively caressed the necklace and breathed a sigh of relief. Her husband was good. Fashionably late and showed up with an expensiv
e gift to boot; Jay knew what she wanted before she asked. “This is different from the
other
pearl necklace you usually give me.”

“
You might get that one as well. The night’s young.” Jay turned his wife to face him. She looked immaculate with her hair in a French roll, red lipstick painted on her lips, and a very expensive designer gown that hugged her curves. He could understand why all of the other senators hated him and their wives hated
her—
every night he went to bed with their fantasy. “You look incredible, Mistress.”

“
You know what to say to please me,” Sanora smiled, “you’re a good little boy.”

“
You know I’ll do anything for you, Mistress.”

“
After tonight, I most certainly hope so,” Sanora replied, not hiding the frustration and wear from playing the role of a good political wife. “By the way, Thomas Jackson is looking for you.”

“
Heh, he’s always looking for me.” Jay held out his arm and Sanora grabbed it as the couple made their way to their table. “Must be a new donor he wants me to meet.”

“It’s money you could use, honey,” Sanora waved hello to passers-by.