SHATTER ME

I asked the Uber driver to park the car at the curbside of the LuX Hotel, where I was meeting Colton. I got out of the car, my left hand going into my Valentino handbag as I glanced at the building entrance with excitement, as though I could already see Colton's towering height.

“Here, keep the change.”

I walked away from the surprised driver, who thanked me after paying for my ride with a hundred-dollar note. I waved his thanks away; I was in a good mood, but my face hurt from all the smiling. Colton and I have been dating for four years and have been engaged for three weeks now.

All arrangements for our wedding have been made. In three days’ time, I'm going to become Mrs. McPherson.

I walked into the hotel lobby, smelling the flowers in my hand. The LuX Hotel belongs to my family. The building was one of the largest in Chicago. It's also where most of Colton's party meetings take place.

As someone who is in public office and running for mayor, Colton is a very busy man.

He's also a gorgeous, kind, and charming man. It was no wonder he was called the Prince Charming of Chicago Central by the Daily Chicago Newspaper.

The people love him, the papers love him, and I love him. He's the kind of man every woman wants to get married to: smart, gorgeous, and charming.

Lucky me. I know. He also has a very good heart. Though I wish he were open to a little bit of adventure in the bedroom department.

So far, our bedroom play has been nonexistent, especially recently, with all the preparations for the upcoming elections.

Our sex position has always been missionary. I tried everything to lure, seduce, and convince him to spice up our sex life.

Keeping my natural shyness on the side for the sake of our relationship, buying sex toys online, whips, vibrators, and dildos. But to no avail. Unfortunately, Colton hates all the kinky stuff I'd love to explore. Sometimes he made me feel dirty and ashamed, like I was a deviant or the spawn of Satan.

The last time I had taken my best friend Tessa's advice and bought the sexiest, tiniest lingerie and leather handcuffs, then had tied myself up like a gift, waiting for him to unwrap in our condo, had been the most humiliating experience of my life.

While I had been waiting for him, my imagination had been running wild. I could see it in my mind's eye: Colton would walk in, see me spread and tied for him, and become instantly crazed with lust.

He would strip out of his clothes, spank me for being a bad girl, tease me mercilessly with the toys, then he would fucked me six ways to Sunday.

Unfortunately, that never happened.

When Colton strode into our bedroom that night, he was shocked, all right. Shocked and disappointed, and the way he looked at me with disapproval after he'd untied me.

Made all the confidence I had mustered to shrivel inside of me and die a horrible death.

Then, later, he'd sat me down and asked me if he wasn't able to satisfy me sexually.

I'd, of course, deny that, which was sort of true. In every three out of ten sex we had, he'd manage to make me come with a little prompting, which was what had given me hope that things might change when we finally tied the knot for the better.

I thought maybe, maybe someday I could convince him to try something new. That's if I manage to get my confidence back. Honestly, after what happened last time, I'm not looking forward to his disapproving stare.

My self-confidence had suffered a huge blow and needed thorough therapy. No relationship is perfect.

I've heard that there are pros and cons to every relationship; for me, as long as the pros outweigh the cons, then I'm happy!

“Hi, Bel and Sam,” I said to the two women who had just gotten out of the elevator. Belinda is a strong black woman in her late fifties and the current party leader of the New World Party(NWP). She's also a friend of my mother. Samantha is her PA.

“Hi Gianna, here to see Colton, I see.”

“Yes, is he in? I called his phone, but he wasn't picking up.”

“Look at you, so worried about him. You guys make me jealous sometimes. Make me miss my younger days, aah! To be young and in love!” she teased pointedly, staring at the flowers I had bought for Colton. White roses! His favorite.

“What do you mean by ' younger days'? You don't look older than thirty! I bet all the men in NWP would love to date you if they weren't afraid of you castrating them with that legendary temper, that is,” I teased her right back, giggling at her feigned shocked face.

“You take that right back; I'm a peace-loving person; I'm seriously misunderstood,” she sniffed indignantly. Sam and I snorted before we all burst out laughing.

“Don't let me keep you, Gia; Colton is up in conference room 3; he's probably on his way down, I saw him with Becky in the hall,” Belinda said.

“Right, thank you. I will go bring him out; otherwise, he could spend the whole day talking about politics,” I replied.

“Bye, Bel, Sam.” I waved at them both as I got into the elevator.

“Have a good day, Gia,” they both answer before the elevator steel door closes. A few minutes later, I walk down the empty hallway towards the conference room.

I smiled as I imagined the look on Colton's face when I told him the surprise I had for him. Three weeks ago, Colton had approached Maya Daniel, asking for her support; he wanted her to join him on one of his campaigns.

Maya Daniel is the daughter of a reputable, legendary philanthropist who is loved and admired in Chicago; he was one of the original families who had first settled here.

Having her support, or her joining the party, was almost certain to guarantee they would win the elections.

Fifty-year-old Maya had refused to join Colton's campaign, which had disappointed Colton greatly to the extent that he'd been moping and unbearable for days.

We always ended up fighting when he was like this. So I decided to convince her to at least give him a chance and listen to his proposal.

I've met her a few times during one of the charity auctions my grandma sometimes hosts.

Somehow, I managed to do it; luck must have been on my side. She agreed to meet up with Colton tomorrow at her family's home. That was my surprise.

I twisted the doorknob and pushed the door; my heart went cold even as blood rushed to my face in utter fury.

Becky Colton, PA, was on her hands and knees on the long conference table, her ass open for all who walked in to see, while Colton railed into her from behind, also half naked from the waist down.