Julia

“Is everything all right?” my mother asked. “Are you on your way home? Do you need our help?”

I inhaled as I sat straighter, my phone in hand. While Van had gone to his office to call his press secretary, I’d stayed in my suite. We’d maintained the schedule Van had stated earlier in the evening—fucking, dinner, and more fucking. The second round was in my suite, in my bed. Now, after enough time to gather my breath and ...