Play Your Game

(Lester’s POV) My jaw clenched as I listened to the news anchor interviewing Camilla and Kalel, their faces plastered on the screen live on my television. Her voice was smooth as butter while delivering all the wrong things I’ve done to her that I’d hoped to bury in the past together with our unwanted memories. My blood ran cold when they flashed my photo, emphasizing my candidacy for the upcoming election for governor, asking the viewers if they would vote for me despite my ex-wife’s revelation. I have been expecting Camilla to use that against me, but the reality of it hit me like a ton of bricks. It’s more damaging than I thought it would be. Lester’s blood ran cold. The news anchor, a woman with a voice as smooth as butter, was interviewing Camilla and Kalel, their faces plastered on the screen. He had been expecting this, dreading it, but the reality of it hit him like a ton of bricks My heart hammered in my chest. I knew I was done for. My carefully constructed world is crumbling around me, and I could see no way out. I have underestimated Camilla’s strength and intelligence, thinking that she’d do me a favor by getting rid of herself in my life. She was never going to let me go that easily. “And now, Lester Agravante,” the anchor said, her voice dripping with sarcasm, “you’re running for Governor. You’re asking the people to trust you, to believe in you. But how can they, when you’ve shown yourself to be so incapable of loyalty, of responsibility?” The anchor’s words echoed in my mind like a broken phonograph. She speaks like she could say that on my face. I might make her shake like an old traditional telephone once I dare her to say that onto my face. *Ting!* I frantically opened my phone to check the annoying notifications. I could see the headlines now, the scathing editorials, the public’s disgust. My political career and carefully crafted image are all in ruins now and this is all Camilla's fault. “Bea!” I barked, my voice a strained rasp. “Get me my media contact. I need to get this story down.” My secretary, standing in the corner of the living room, a woman who got her position after I fucked her one time in the office, looked at me with a mixture of pity and disgust. “Right away, Mr. Agravante,” she said, her voice barely a whisper. I clenched my fists in frustration. I hate the fact that I’ve received the same kind of looks from different people since that restaurant incident boomed on the internet. I watched as the news anchor continued to grill Camilla and Kalel, their faces contorted in a mixture of pain and anger. I can't let her destroy the reputation I built for years. I know I have to act quickly, to control the narrative, to salvage what was left of my reputation. “I’m going to work,” I said, my voice cold and hard. The woman sitting on the sofa looked at me anxiously. Cindy, who had been watching the interview, stood up and approached me. “Lester, baby,” she said, her voice dripping with honey. “You know I’m here for you, right? You can always come to me.” I grunted when she suddenly grabbed my crotch, squeezing it lightly, making it twitch. Cindy leaned towards my ear. “You know I can always give you a good time, hmm?” she whispered, making my face darkened. The only two things she’s good at are flirting and fucking. She’s not good at anything else. She can't even do an interview without embarrassing me. I was never proud of her, that's why I never thought of proposing to her. I would have left her already hadn't I made her pregnant. I’m not even sure if that's mine. It could be anybody else’s baby for all I know. I ignored her, my eyes fixed on the TV screen. I have no time for Cindy’s games. I have a political career to save and she’s not helping at all. Without saying a word, I walked past her, walking towards my apartment door. I heard her hurried footsteps chasing after me. I was forced to pause abruptly because she snaked her arms around me. “Baby, you can't leave without making love with me, hmm?” she said, a hint of warning in her voice. I know more than anyone else that there's nothing she could do to threaten me. Aside from being my ex-wife’s friend, she was nothing but a daughter of a poor farmer who just made it to my company because of Camilla. If it weren't for her sexy body and pretty face, I wouldn't even waste a second to look at her. “Fuck me…” she begged, asking for assurance. I have been giving her the cold shoulder since that stupid thing she did in the restaurant incident. I wanted to throw her out of my life, but I was tied to the responsibility in her womb. I shouldn't have made her pregnant. “I don't have time, Cindy. I have a meeting with an investor today. Let’s do this some other time,” I calmly explained, knowing very well that she’s an obsessive whore who’d do anything just to get what she wants. She’s honestly worse than the Camilla I knew a year ago. “What time have you left?” she asked, starting to plant small kisses on my neck. I’d be a hypocrite if I tell you that I’m not affected by her seduction. This is the exact reason why I ended up betraying Camilla for her. She was a good fuck. “Five minutes.” I felt her smirking in my ears. “That’s long enough.” And just like that, I quickly turned to wrap my hand on her neck. She choked but I couldn't care less. I made her turn, forcing her back to arch on the table. She happily obeyed like a good bitch. “You want to get fucked?” I talked dirty to her while unbuckling my belt. She moaned as a response, pressing her buttocks on my cock. My body heat intensified, seeing her sexy back. I glided my fingers across her soft skin, grabbing a handful of her hair, pulling it back as I smashed my dick inside her hole without announcement. “AGHHHH!!!” she screamed in a mixture of surprise and pleasure. “You want to get fucked, right?” I asked, thrusting hard and fast inside her tight pussy. Her lips parted, eyes rolling at the back of her skull. I cupped her breasts that were freely bouncing. Her boobs are still perked after all the boob job I did in it for the last few months. I slapped it hard, causing her to scream. I smirked in triumph. How can I fucking replace her when she’s this good, huh? I could never fuck Camilla like this when she was my wife. I wondered what would it be like to fuck her now. She’s so much sexier than I remember. Fuck. I’m going to nut in her pussy. “Ughh! Aghh! Ughh! I’m going to fill you up, Camilla!” I moaned mindlessly, not caring about calling my ex-wife’s name. Cindy’s eyes opened in an instant. He brows furrowed while I continue to fuck her hard. “What… Ughh… What did you… Fuck… What did you call me?” she struggled to speak in between my thrust. I didn't answer and pulled out my dick instead. She looked at me confusedly. “You're done—ARGHHH!!” she screamed in pain when I suddenly pushed my dick inside her virgin asshole. I have never tried anal before, but I’d like to shut her up with this one. It’s like I’m fucking Camilla. She’s so much tighter than this whore. A few minutes later and I finally cummed. She immediately wrapped herself with clothes while I fixed myself for the meeting. “Did you say Camilla’s name while fucking me?” she asked in disbelief. I didn't answer. I grabbed my blazer and left the apartment before she started attacking me with her nonsensical questions again. Nobody has time for that. ***** Arriving at my office, the first thing I did was ask Bea if the investor had arrived already. I have a meeting with an investor who has been hesitant about my candidacy in the first place. He’s scheduled for this afternoon and we’re supposed to have the formal contract signing. I have to grab this opportunity before the restaurant incident gets to him, too. Bea led the way to the VIP room where the investor was already waiting. I immediately plastered my professional smile as soon as I saw him inside. He’s enjoying a glass of wine that our company provides out of hospitality. “Thank you for your time, Mister Lee. Shall we start with the contract signing?” I asked, putting out all the papers from the brown envelope. “Mr. Agravante,” the investor said, his voice cool and detached. I gave him a questioning look. “I’ve seen the news. I’m afraid I can’t do business with a man who is not a responsible husband.” My smile faded in an instant. I was right. He saw the news and articles already. My face contorted in anger. “It’s not what it looks like,” I said, my voice tight. “It’s all a misunderstanding and my personal shortcomings to my ex-wife has nothing to do with business—” “I don’t care about the details, Lester,” the investor said. “I’m looking for someone who is honest, someone who is trustworthy. And you, my friend, have shown yourself to be neither.” My grip on the paper tightened, you could hear it crumpling. The old man stared at the poor contracts I’m wrinkling in my hands. I felt a wave of despair wash over me. I have worked so hard, built so much, and now it is all crumbling around him just because of one mistake that I made in the past. It’s not even that serious. “I’m sorry, Mr. Agravante,” the investor said, his voice laced with pity. “But I’m going to have to pass.” I watched as the investor walked out of the VIP room, leaving me alone. I could feel a surge of anger, of frustration, of helplessness. I have been betrayed, humiliated, and now I am losing everything. It all started when Camilla came back. It’s like her goal is to make my life a living hell. Okay then… Let’s play your game. I pulled out my phone and dialed my media contact. He answered it quickly. “I need to release a statement,” I said, my voice a low growl. “I need to deny these accusations. I need to clear my name.” [Are you sure about that? The media is hot on you nowadays. It’s better to stay silent and let it cool.] No… It won't cool. Not as long as Camilla is there to destroy me. I have to play her game.