Page 13 of The Prez’s Daughter

That boundary shouldn’t be crossed, and she knew Savage and her father were really good friends. She was never going to be selfish enough to jeopardize that. It wasn’t who she was.

She took a long sip of her coffee.

“Right, we’re heading out to Mrs. Bernadette,” Maeve said, finishing the last of her coffee.

Charlotte got to her feet, shoving the last of the cinnamon roll into her mouth, as she followed behind Maeve.

She joined her in the car, sliding into the passenger seat. “I can’t believe you agreed to work on Mrs. Bernadette. She’s not a nice older lady.”

Maeve laughed. “Then you are in for a treat. You see, me and Mrs. Bernadette have an understanding.”

“An understanding?”

“Yeah, she doesn’t fuck with me, and I don’t fuck with her.” Maeve looked toward her and winked.

“You’re kidding me, right?”

“Nope,” Maeve said.

“How?” Charlotte knew most of the town of Rivermont Ridge absolutely hated Mrs. Bernadette. The kids that lived close by hated her, because she had paid a guard with a couple of dogs, and instructed him that any ball that landed on her property was to be seized and destroyed in front of the kids’ eyes.

No parent would dare go up against her, because she was so wealthy. That wealth, apparently, came from a lot of unscrupulous sources. She didn’t even know what was right. Either way, it didn’t matter. What did matter was the fact she was going with Maeve, and she was going to get the chance to see her in action.

Mrs. Bernadette lived in the richest of neighborhoods within Rivermont Ridge. There was a time when kids, even rich ones, would play out in the street; however, there were no signs of kids. Just a few twitching curtains, and it was kind of scary to Charlotte.

Maeve did not seem fazed at all. She got to the gate and alerted whoever was on the other end that they were there for Mrs. Bernadette’s three o’clock appointment. Her heart raced, and it didn’t seem to want to let up.

“Don’t panic. She can smell fear,” Maeve said, pulling the car into the large driveway and turning off the ignition.

“I don’t know how you do it.”

Maeve shrugged. “You learn to talk to women, and once you realize all people are the same, no one will bother you.”

Charlotte went with Maeve to the trunk and reached in to grab one of the cases.

The door opened, and a man with a quick smile and slicked-back hair, answered.

“Maeve, it is so good of you to come.”

“Where is she, Andy?” Maeve said.

She noticed how cold she was to the man, and Charlotte didn’t say a word. Just watched and waited. Andy looked a little perplexed, but a smile easily replaced that, and they stepped inside the house.

****

Savage hadn’t stayed at the clubhouse in a long time, and as he sat at one of the many tables, sipping a beer, he couldn’t get his mind off Charlotte. She hadn’t entered the apartment.

He saw Nancy was at the bar drinking. If Charlotte wasn’t at the apartment and Nancy was here, it meant she was at home.

The last few weeks since the Hilary incident, Charlotte had spent less and less time at the apartment. He knew she loved her mother, but their relationship was not the best.

“Hey, handsome.”

A hand ran down his chest, and he grabbed it, holding it away from his body. He saw it was Kitty. She’d been part of the club for a few years now. The brothers liked her because she didn’t make waves. All she wanted was a place in the club and the hope of attempting to trap one of the guys with a kid. He had seen it play out before.

Kitty had never appealed to him, although she kept trying. There was one night he had refused her, and he walked into a room to find her naked. She even had a dildo shoved up her ass, and when she pulled it out, moaned for him to put his cock right there. That might get some men’s blood pumping. He’d turned around and left. Kitty was never alone. Even after that, less than five minutes later, he heard one of the guys had taken his place and gladly gave her the anal fuck she clearly wanted.

“Don’t,” Savage said.