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SANDRA’S POV
I walked quickly out of the elevator, my heels clicking on the floors in time with the swaying of my
hips as I strode down the hall towards my father’s office. At the same time, I could feel the eyes of
others following my every move. Some of the workers who passed by greeted me, but I didn’t turn
my head or respond as I continued to walk past.
When I reached the door of my father’s office, I barged right in, unannounced. Inside, my father was
seated at his desk with two other men in front of him. Their heads turned around when I came in.
My father raised an eyebrow at my appearance before wrapping things up with his visitors. “I’ll take
care of the rest, you two go ahead.”
The men nodded and left the room while I watched them go. Then, I turned back to face my father,
striding into one of the chairs in front of his desk and mming my purse tiredly on the table. My
father, James Henderson, was a Congressman who has been in politics for many years. He was
known as one of the most powerful politicians in the country.
He took off his sses and rested them on the table before looking up at me.
“What is it this time?” he asked with a sigh. “I’ve told you whenever you have anything to talk to me
about,e home. You can’t keep barging into my meetings every time.”
“Yeah, fine. Noted,” I waved it off, then crossed my arms over my ch*st .
“So?” Dad queried. “What’s this about? I’m very busy.”
“It’s about Mark. I don’t want to marry him anymore. The words burst from me like a dam breaking.
“He’s going to be a cripple for the rest of his life, and I absolutely refuse to be shackled to some
useless lump who can’t even get it up!”
Dad’s face turned into a frown. “Watch your m*uth, youngdy. That’s no way for a respectable
woman to speak.”
I barked out a bitterugh. “Respectable? You mean repressed! I’m still very young, dad. I can’t
resign myself to a life without passion, without intimacy…” I leaned forward, “I want out of this
engagement as soon as possible.”
“Absolutely not. Do you have any idea how much I’m counting on this alliance?”
“Are you serious? You’re really willing to just sell off my happiness like that to serve your own
political ambition?”
My father’s green eyes bored into my face unyieldingly. “Don’t be so melodramatic. It’s temporary.
Mark’s injury may seem permanent now, but modern medicine works wonders. With time and
therapy, who knows? He may recover even faster than expected.”
“And if he doesn’t?” I challenged. “What if the doctors are wrong and he’s confined to that
wheelchair forever? Am I supposed to just sacrifice my life, my dreams of being cherished and
fulfilled by a real man?”
His loud sigh punctured the new silence in the room as he seemed to be weighing his next words.
“I understand this is difficult, Sandra. But I’m not going to let you make a rash decision that could
jeopardize everything I’ve been working towards for decades. My career, my legacy, it’s all on the
line with this next election. Mark’s family connection is too important to throw away on a mere
possibility.” He got up from his seat and stepped around the desk tofort me. I’m sorry, princess.
But this is how it has to be. You’re just going to have to learn patience andpromise.”
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I stared at him wordlessly. Did he even realize how much of an embarrassment it would mean to me
if I ended up marrying someone like Mark in the state he was in?
“I can’t believe you, selling out your only daughter’s dreams for a few more years in Congress.
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That’s low, dad. Even for you.”
“Princess-
I stood up angrily from the chair, snapping my hands up. I don’t need you to butter me up. Just wait
and see how I prove that Mark can’t give me happiness. Then maybe you’ll finally put me
first.”
Then I mmed the door harshly behind me, leaving Henderson standing alone in his office with
a frown
My head spun with frustration. How could he be so callous about my hopes and dreams? All
because of his sted political ambitions. I seethed as I walked out of the building with anger roiling
in my gut like a brushfire.
Mark, that excuse for a man, would never be able to satisfy my S*xual appetite. I knew how many
men I’d done anyway with just because they’d always left me wanting more.
Now the man I was to marry was going to be living in a wheelchair? Then I’d be the one to care for
him like a nanny? Oh hell no. Never in my life. Just the thought of being trapped in an alliance with
him made my skin crawl. If only I’d disagreed to the union from the very beginning then all of this
wouldn’t be happening.
More anger resurged in me when I imagined the mocking looks and hushed whispers from my circle
of wealthy friends when news spread that the “goody–two–shoes Sandra Henderson” had settled
for a limp, impotent husband. I’d be the punchline of every joke that would be made. It was
uneptable. Unbearable. I had to make my father see reason, no matter what it took to open his
eyes to Mark’s ring inadequacies.
In the hospital, the nurses were pulling him into a seated position on the bed before they lifted him
like a rag doll and deposited him into the awaiting wheelchair. I almost gagged at the sight. Just
look at that.
“There we go, all set, the younger nurse said with an empty smile. “We’ll be back to ch*ck on you in
a bit, Mr. Torres. Try to get some fresh air if you can.”
He sat slumped in his chair and stared vacantly at the floor.
“You”
My voice seemed to have startled him from his thoughts. He looked at me and his eyes looked
somewhat lost and empty.
“W–who are you?” he asked hesitantly.
I froze, thinking quickly. So even the rumors that he’d lost his memories were true? This made me
furious all over again. I shrugged quickly out of my coat, letting it puddle on the floor, and walked
towards him.”
When I reached him, I threw one leg over hisp and straddled him against the metal frame of the
wheelchair, cradling his stubbled face between my palms and crashed my m*uth over his in a
demanding k*ss.
Mark didn’t flinch or try to push me off, simply allowing the aggressive k*ss with a kind of confused
detachment. His shallow breaths remained steady and even as I ground myself shamelessly
against him.
I could feel no reflexive hardening between his legs. No re of arousal, just limp and impotent.
“God damn it!” I scoffed, scrambling off hisp in disgust.
I actually pitied him for a second before that feeling twisted into resentment. Furiously, I unzipped
his pants and reached inside, and pulled out his penis with little to no enthusiasm. It was of a very
impressive size, that much I could praise. But despite its size and girth, and no matter how hard I
squeezed or caressed it, it remainedid and unresponsive. There was simply nothing inside it
worth feeling except for his pulses throbbing against my fingertips.
I even tried to stroked it with both hands! I started at the base and worked my way up to the head. I
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into the lump of useless flesh. But there was no response either.
Mark just stared at my efforts with a hollow and dispassionate gaze.
You’ve lost it, haven’t you?” I sneered, ripping my hand free from him in revulsion. You’ve lost your
manhood and everything that could bring me satisfaction as a wife. So listen closely, it’s
over between us.”
Then I loomed over his withered form, crossing my arms under my breasts.
“Well Don’t you have anything to say? Any defense for yourself as a respectable husband–to–be?” I
said sarcastically.
Mark blinked slowly, then gave a faint shake of his head. I’m sorry I can’t give you what you want,
you’re right. We should call off the engagement.”
Brilliant, I thought. I had proof to show my father now.
Swinging my legs around and turning for the exit, I saw Sydney, looking stunned.
“And what the f**k is it you’re staring at me like that for? Get out of my way. This impotent man is
yours now,” I sneered and stormed out.