George
you’re hooking up with the governor
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George adjusted his tie with a small huff, shifting his weight on his feet. The garment felt tight and stiff, like it was trying to strangle him, only heightening his anxiety. He took a deep breath, but it didn’t do much to calm the sick feeling in his stomach. No matter how many times he did this, the dread and guilt always hit him, like clockwork. What if someone saw him? His eyes darted around the empty parking lot, scanning for anyone he might recognize. It was deserted, but it didn’t help. George Raymond, conservative golden boy, sneaking into a run-down motel. And not just for anyone— for a man.
If people found out, his whole life would go up in flames. His name would be ruined. Everything he’d worked for would be gone. He didn’t love his wife— he hadn’t in years— but the thought of losing the respect of his peers? That alone was enough to make him want to throw up. The headlines, the gossip, the judgment— it’d be unbearable. His kids would probably hate him even more, and his career? Dead on arrival.
It was his worst nightmare.
And yet, here he was. Again. He hated himself for it, hated the path he was walking. But he couldn't stop. He'd tried— God, he'd tried— but it didn't change anything. Sex with Tammy was rare, and when it did happen, it was awful. The thought of touching her, of kissing her, made his skin crawl. He couldn't stand the sight of her naked, couldn't bring himself to fake it anymore. It wasn't what he wanted. It had never been what he wanted.
But his image was everything. He couldn’t let anyone find out who he really was. Letting out a small sigh, he raised his hand and knocked on the door, the sound loud in the quiet night. His chest felt tight, but it was too late to turn back now.