Page 7 of The Devil Goes to Washington

Leaning his head against the tile wall, he let the memory play, his hand searching for relief. He could envision her sweet little smirk when she knelt in front of him, wrapping her luscious lips around his cock. Her warm tongue swirling, mouth and hand sucking and sliding down his shaft. Her whole body moved in rhythm, breasts swaying. He squeezed and rubbed faster. He came with a strangled cry.

Chapter 3

“It’s Evie and Micah!” A chorus of voices greeted them as they approached the park. Evelyn knew she would have to start going to places closer to Michael’s house, but for the last eight years, these people had been their extended family.

“Hi everyone!”

From the first day she risked taking Micah for a walk in the kangaroo holder strapped to her chest, these women had adopted her as one of their own. They supported her and gave Micah a safe space to venture out as a normal kid when she was scared for his health every minute of the day.

“Hey, girl! Where you been?” Tricia, the sassiest of the group drawled, hugging Evelyn. The other kids pulled Micah away toward the playground.

“Yeah, it’s been days. We were getting worried Micah got sick again.” Zoe was the one who worried about everyone. She was the mom of the moms. If a meal train was needed or funds to be able to cover rent, she was the one who rallied the troops.

“Mom got married and we went to the store and I got a new car.” Micah blurted, holding his hand open to show off the small, shiny red sports car.

“Married?” Alisha’s high-pitched question asked what they were all thinking. She wasn’t ready for these questions. She wasn’t even sure she was going to tell anyone, but Micah could never keep a secret, even if it was for a birthday.

“To who?” Becky demanded, knowing she didn’t date. They had never asked why, assuming it was because she was so busy trying to keep a roof over their heads and food on the table.

“Where’s the ring?” Tricia glanced down at her bare finger. Of course, Tricia would notice. Damn, Michael! If he had cared even a fraction about their arrangement, he would have thought of this detail, or at least had someone who worked for him take care of it.

“It’s someone I’ve known for a long time. The ring is being resized.”

Maybe his PR people should have given her a prep sheet for what to say about the marriage. They mentioned something about an announcement to the media, but she hadn’t seen anything about it yet.

“Honey, if you’re happy, we’re happy for you. You just...” Alisha paused. Evelyn understood their doubts. She wasn’t acting like an excited newlywed, nor did she feel like one.

“Is it the baby daddy?” Zoe whisper-shouted, like all the little ears, especially Micah’s, wouldn’t hear. She loved them like sisters but she had also been witness to their penchant for gossip. Only her mom knew about her history with Michael. And Heath, but he wasn’t going to give away Michael’s secrets anytime soon.

“No, he told me to call him Michael. He’s got a big house on the other side of the bridge and wears suits.” Micah informed them as he sat at the table with his friends taking a drink of water.

“Oh my goodness, look at you all covered in mud!” Zoe exclaimed, taking the focus away from Evelyn.

“There’s an awesome puddle at the bottom of the slide,” one of Zoe’s boys explained.

“Did anyone else see that glint of light?” Becky asked, shielding her eyes and looking into the distance.

“Oh, there it is.” Alisha’s youngest pointed toward a black SUV parked on the other side of the playground.

“Is it a man with a camera?”

“That’s a huge camera!”

“That’s what she said!” Tricia cackled at her joke, and the other moms snickered.

“Hey, Micah, it’s time to get you home and cleaned up.” The cameras might have been for them if the announcement had gone out and the media figured out how to track her down.

“Aw, Mom, we just got here,” Micah complained but obligingly followed her request. If it was the paparazzi, she pondered how long they had been following them.

“Sorry, sweetie, but you’re soaked. I don’t want you to catch a chill.” The other moms hummed in agreement as they said their goodbyes and headed back to her car. She laughed at the thought of the paparazzi preparing for a chase when she could barely get the vehicle up to the speed limit.

When they arrived back at the Harding estate, she parked her old cranky car in the back of the house where someone had moved it previously, even though she hadn’t given anyone a copy of her key. Sending Micah to clean up, she gathered their dirty clothes and went on the hunt for the washing machine.

“Tilly?” Evelyn ran into the maid near the kitchen.

“Yes, Madam?”

“I’m a little lost. I’m looking for the laundry room.”