I never would have done that without Casey, either.
Nevercouldhave done that.
There are so many things in my life I never could have achieved had Casey-Marie Blaine not crossed my path.
There are so many things in my life I neverwouldhave done, either.
Good, and bad.
But whatisbad, really? I think that’s mostly subjective.
I mean, there are some things that I believe we can all reasonably agree are “bad.”
Polio, famine, earthquakes.
Plane crashes.
But what about other things? Like illicit affairs, beating someone, and forced sex with your boss?
Attorneys.
Are they “bad?”
Your mileage may vary.
What if I flip the script on you and tell you that second batch of “bad” things were all performed by consenting adults?
Still think they’re bad?
I mean, other than attorneys. Everyone knows we’re a…specialbreed.
Even the good ones.
Doubly so when we’re either politicians, or working in politics.
My life could’ve gone in a lot of different directions, considering where I came from.
Including objectively bad directions.
Then again, considering where I am right now, maybe I’ve already gone in a bad direction.
Maybe it’s exactly the way I want to go.
Chapter Two
Now
When I awaken before dawn Saturday morning, I draw in a sharp breath because I need a moment to get my bearings. I’m not at home in my own bed. I’m not in Casey’s bed, either.
The warm, naked body wrapped around me isn’t Casey—it’s George.
As in Tennessee governor George Forrester.
Myboss.
Which makes sense, because it’s his bed I currently occupy.
Thanks to the excellent beating and fucking I received from him last night, I now ache in very pleasant ways, from head to toe, inside and out.
