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He hands Lance an envelope.

“Come back to work for the company and the campaign son,” he says to him. “Here is everything I have, and I think I’ve met your conditions.”

“The media hitting you that badly, huh?” Lance asks.

Michael shakes his head. “Not at all, actually,” he says. “They’ve embraced this whole breaking barriers thing I’m putting up at them. Really taking the narrative of the first openly gay mayor to heart.”

“Then why do you want me back?” Lance asks with suspicion.

Michael shrugs. “Well, considering that I have no need for a family, having the two of you there associated with me can only help in the polls,” he says. He looks out the windows. “I mean, with the city the way it is and problems always cropping up, you can never have too few positives on your side of the table.”

Lance looks at Michael for a second. There’s a lot of history between those two men. A lot of anger. Pain. Hurt.

Finally he nods his head. “I can give you another chance,” he says and Michael smiles.

The two shake hands. There’s a moment.

Then Michael turns to me. He knows better than to take a step closer.

“Jocelyn,” he says. “I’ve given Lance copies of everything I had on your father. He’s free and no longer ever has to worry.”

I nod. It’s going to take time for me to trust Michael. But if Lance is willing to try, I can match.

Michael says his goodbyes after a while and I turn to Lance. He grabs me in his arms, and the two of us walk to the floor to ceiling windows of One57. Of our new home.

Our new life. Together.

Just the way I want it.

A Goodbye From Lance

Jocelyn really wanted to be the person that got to say goodbye to you. But I got here first, and since it’s only really one of us that talks to you at a time, I guess this is my turn.

But no, really, I wanted to tell you how fucking awesome I think you are for making it this far. Most novels are 40,000 to 50,000 words. If you’re reading this, babe, you’ve just digested 82,000 words of fucking story. Actually, wait, that’s pretty much what it was, wasn’t it? A story about fucking? Or a fucking story?

Whatever, listen, this is all I came to tell you and I wanted to tell you a bit about the chick who wrote this because she doesn’t usually like doing things the normal way.

So her name is Alexis Angel and she usually has all this shit she puts down about how she likes having fun and shit and whatever the fuck girls talk about they like to buy, and Jocelyn even gave me a list of things to say but I fucking forgot. It’s not my fault. Jocelyn got these black yoga pants from Lululemon and I was just staring at that ass. Wanted to fucking bury my face in those fucking cheeks. And slap that ass while I was rubbing my face in it. Got my cock so fucking hard I swear to God its a fucking wonder I’m even sitting here talking to you instead of fucking her right now. But I gotta do this first because Alexis took the fucking time to write about us that Jocelyn won’t forgive me if I forget.

What am I even talking about? Oh, right. So, you can reach Alexis at [email protected] if you want to email her about anything. She loves all the normal shit that girls do, but I sometimes think she’s a fucking dirty girl too at heart. I mean, she made us describe the sex we had in such fucking detail. Like, ‘where did you move your hand after that? How hard did you squeeze her nipple? What did it feel like when her tongue was at the tip of your cock? What about when it was on your shaft?’

I swear, it’s like I should have fucking invited her with the two of us, she seems to know every fucking thing about our lives.

Anyways, Alexis is on Facebook right now where she’s probably talking about me. You can friend her on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/alexis.angel.754. But she’s also got a page where she took pictures of me and Jocelyn and put it on a cover. Her page is at: https://www.facebook.com/author.alexisangel/.

Ok, so that’s everything right? I forgot her fucking Twitter and shit, and seriously, Jocelyn can’t expect me to remember everything when she’s shaking her ass like that in my face. I swear to God.

I think I’m going to go fuck her now. It’s been a couple of hours and I’m fucking horny. Oh, you haven’t read about our wedding in Europe, have you? If you want to read about how we started, or the shit that you didn’t get to see - and trust me, you’ve seen more into my fucking life than me at this point, I think - then you can do all that by signing up for the Naughty Angels Newsletter, here.

But seriously, do whatever you got to do, just know that it was fucking good having you. And I’m serious, if you had met me before Jocelyn, or if you ask Alexis really nicely, I will totally come over and fuck you. Yeah, you fucking read that right. I’ll come over and rub my 12-inch cock all over your tits before I suck on them and make you fucking sigh. Then I’ll eat your pussy till you fucking squeal. Then I’ll stick my cock inside of you till you pass the fuck out.

You just gotta either be part of her Naughty Angels or ask her on Facebook. Don’t believe me? You already saw my ass on the Prequel, didn’t you?

See you around.

Scandalous is over!

I hope you know that Scandalous was five minutes away from never being published.