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Chapter 50 : Embracing
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My Politically Arranged Marriage Chapter 1 : Think About Your Country
Cal’s POVThere are no ethics in politics, only obligations, as my father loved to remind me. We never did quite see eye to eye. He was determined to make me a younger version of himself, and I was determined to make sure that never happened. “Are you insane?!” I shouted as I paced back and forth in my living room, still trying to process what he’d just said. “Cal, please try to understand,” my father implored, trying to reason with me over the phone.My heart pounded in my chest and I wondered how we got to this moment. I always knew my father was ruthless when it came to politics, but this was too far, even for him. “Why don’t you come home for the weekend?” my father asked, still trying to play nice. “We can play a round of golf and I’ll explain everything.”“No,” I answered coldly. A little colder than anticipated. “I have things to do.”My father scoffed. “Things to do. Always things to do. Well, I have things to do, too. I’m sure a lot more important than your ‘things.’
My Politically Arranged Marriage Chapter 2 : Do I Get A Choice?
Lena’s POVMy phone lit up in the holster on the treadmill. It was a message from Charles. I quickly pressed stop on the machine and hopped off, eager to get an update from him. Charles: I just got a notification. The package should be on your doorstep.No sooner had I read his message, was I running to beat Frederick to the front door. Frederick was our butler. While he was the best butler my family had ever hired, he came with one fatal flaw—he was nosy as all get out. Charles begged me to keep his secret until he was ready. I was sworn to secrecy, and I wasn’t about to let Frederick get the best of me. I reached the front door just in the nick of time. I swung open the door to find a small brown box sitting on the brick walkup. I swiped it, relieved that I had gotten to it in time.“Someone at the door, Lady Eleanor?” I heard Frederick ask, walking up behind me. “I’m afraid not,” I replied, covering the shipping label with my hand. “Just a package.”“Is that for Master
My Politically Arranged Marriage Chapter 3 : I Wish I Could Help
Cal’s POVI parked on third street to avoid the paparazzi. The public didn’t know about the divorce between her and my father yet, and I didn’t want to risk it. I walked two blocks down until I reached Cornwall Village, the complex my mother’s condo was in. I hid the bouquet of yellow roses I bought behind my back while I waited for her to come to the door. When she opened it, her eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. “Caledon!” my mother exclaimed, wrapping both arms around my neck. “I didn’t know you were stopping by today.”“I thought we could have lunch,” I said, presenting the bouquet to her. My mother touched a hand to her chest like the roses were just the boost she needed today. She pressed the bouquet to her nose and breathed in. “These are just perfect,” she noted with a smile, waving for me to come inside. I stepped in and closed the door behind me. I looked around at her tiny condo. I tried my best not to let on that I was disappointed, but it was eating me up insi
My Politically Arranged Marriage Chapter 4 : Daddy Issues
Lena’s POV“Hey Joe,” I greeted and waved, walking into Glenwood Express, the convenience store by Sydney’s house.I was on my way to her flat so I could spill the news about my blind engagement. Sydney was my best friend. We shared a few classes together at university and had been close ever since. Whenever I needed to unwind, I’d take a cab across town to Bridgeburn and visit with her. There were less paparazzi where she lived and I knew I’d be safe from tapped phones and bugged radios. I’d been to the convenience store by Syd’s place so many times, I became friends with all the workers. Joe waved back without looking and I smiled as I drifted over to the candy aisle. I browsed a few snack sections casually before settling on a big bag of potato crisps and a couple of candy bars. I carried my goodies over to the counter as Joe lazily stood from his stool in a corner behind the register. He cleared his throat and grunted while he scanned all the items. Joe was your typical mar
My Politically Arranged Marriage Chapter 5 : The Meeting
Lena’s POVMy father and mother came with me to meet him. We had landed in D.C. the night before the meeting and stayed in a private suite at a nearby hotel. I was a complete wreck on the morning of. I sweat through two outfits before finally settling on an all-black dress that wouldn’t show moisture.“You look so beautiful,” my mother noted, admiring me in the elevator mirror as we rode it down to the lobby of the hotel. “Caledon Booker better count his blessings. I think he’s just landed the jackpot.”“Now, Charlotte,” my father chided her. “Let’s not go putting fanciful ideas in the girl’s head.”“Oh, what’s a little confidence going to do?” she replied, brushing off his comment. “I’ve got two of the prettiest daughters in London, and I want them to know it.”My mother pressed her forehead against mine as the elevator dinged open. We all stepped out and headed for the car that was just outside waiting for us. My father held the door for us as we climbed into the backseat. “
My Politically Arranged Marriage Chapter 6 : A United Front
Media POV“This just in, Caledon Booker, son to Vice President Edward Booker, is reportedly in a new relationship with Eleanor Harris. Eleanor is the eldest daughter to Arthur Harris, the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom,” Samantha Waters said to the camera at the Channel Five news station. “We’ll be right back with more details about the couple’s secret love life after the break.”“And we’re off,” Matt Withers, the news director, called from off screen. “We’ve got ninety seconds, people. Look alive.”A team of makeup and hair stylists came rushing to Samantha’s side to powder and primp her during the commercial break. They smoothed out her crimson red hair and reapplied her lipstick while Samantha tried her best not to move. She read through her notes of the breaking story while they blotted away at her face. “What a pig,” Samantha scowled, rolling her eyes as she read.“Let me guess, you slept with him,” Jake Mitchell, Samantha’s co-anchor chimed in, swiveling his chair tow
My Politically Arranged Marriage Chapter 7 : Twenty Questions
Lena’s POVAfter the exhausting press event, both of our parents—to our surprise—agreed that I should return to Cal’s place with him so we could get to know one another better. Despite Cal’s calm demeanor, the whole thing still made me queasy when I thought about it too long, and the feeling only intensified when he opened the door to his condo.Cal’s place was nice. I didn’t expect it to be so clean. He struck me as the kind of man that wouldn’t care about such things. Not that he’d be dirty; just preoccupied with other things. “Make yourself at home,” Cal said, clearly and visibly as uncomfortable as I was. “I’ll go prepare your room for you.”“Room?” I asked, a little surprised. “You don’t mind sleeping separately?”I didn’t really know what I was expecting, but I assumed we’d sleep in the same bed for the illusion of it all. “If it’s alright with you, I’d like to get to know you a little more,” Cal replied, turning toward me. “Of course,” I agreed, smiling to myself as he
My Politically Arranged Marriage Chapter 8 : Awkward
Cal’s POVI woke up to a naked Lena in my arms and a crook in my neck. I winced as I moved, realizing we were still on the couch. Then my mind flooded with regret. What had I done? I tried to slide my arm from under her body so I could sneak away. To my dismay, she awoke when I touched her. “Morning,” I said, trying to be nice. “Oh, god, my head,” she groaned, sitting up. She covered her breasts with one hand.“I know,” I nodded, rising from the couch. “I haven’t drank that much in a while.”“I don’t think I’ve ever drank that much,” Lena admitted, hardly making eye contact with me. It was clear she was feeling the same way I did. Her body language was stiff and reserved as she looked at me again. We needed to make this right. “Look, about last night—” I began, sliding a leg into my pants. “You don’t have to say anything,” Lena interjected, reaching for her blouse. “We were both drunk. It’s fine. It was a mistake, and won’t happen again.”I nodded. “Okay,” I answered.I
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