#Chapter 38 I’m so sorry.

Mae Ashford Steals Spotlight at National Campaign Rally Omega Icon Catches President’s Eye Sleeping With the Enemy – Or Wishing You Were Every headline is more salacious than the last, and unfortunately, it’s not just in the tabloids. I try to stop eyeing the front-page of the paper from after the campaign rally, but the longing in Aaron’s eyes calls to me. I know that look. It’s how I used to look at him. There have been moments over the years, especially when we were having sex, that Aaron has looked at me with such veneration. I remember craving that look, wishing that he desired me like that all the time. That it was more than my pheromones amplified by our mate bond that drew that out of him. Never in my life has he looked at me like that in public or while I was fully clothed or while I was excelling at something. He looks proud, inspired, and infatuated. I even convinced myself that the picture was fake at first, but the same look from Aaron showed up on a tape