[Chapter 588: Hillary vs. Winnie]
That evening, at the Willard Interstate Hotel, inside the presidential suite.
Winnie, still trembling from the shocks of the day's revelations, melted softly against Linton's chest. Her eyes gazed up at him with admiration as if she could never get enough, and she leaned in to plant a tender kiss.
"Darling, you're incredible -- I swear, I'm just in awe of you."
Linton kissed her back gently. "Baby, are you just now realizing how amazing I am?"
"No, you've always been the greatest in my eyes. But what happened today went beyond anything I imagined."
"How so?"
"You're a mega-star, a genius, a billionaire, a mastermind with a powerful body -- but I thought your influence was mostly limited to media, the internet, health products, and investments.
I never expected your reach to extend so deeply into politics."
"Why do you say that?"
"To me, Washington was this snarled, dark web of factional wars -- backstabbing, scheming to the max, an endless vortex where people devoured each other whole. I was worried you'd get swallowed up in it, facing enemies at every turn, seen and unseen.
But everything I witnessed today turned all that upside down.
You seemed like the uncrowned king of Washington -- the President and his cabinet ministers smiled at you warmly and showed genuine goodwill.
When you met with the President's office this afternoon, even the big names inside the White House scrambled to charm me, bringing gifts and having their ministers' assistants swap contacts with me."
"Sounds like you made quite a few new acquaintances."
"I did. Want to see the list? I wrote it all down, but don't worry -- I returned every single gift."
Linton playfully ruffled her golden hair. "No need to see it; I trust you know who's who. Besides, with your fame in business and your looks, maybe they were coming after you."
Winnie savored his touch and kissed him. "Don't joke, sweetheart. This is Washington -- we both know better. And tomorrow you start your Senate role, and the day after, the House. That means you'll hold sway over the three most powerful seats in Washington. This has never happened before in American history -- darling, you're amazing. Knowing you has been my greatest fortune."
"Baby, meeting you is my fortune too."
Winnie, aflame with passion, kissed him again, begging, "Darling, love me."
"All right, as you wish." Linton scooped her up in a princess carry and walked deeper into the suite.
Joyful, sweet music began to play...
Winnie, fueled by excitement, grew wild and unrestrained in their passionate lovemaking...
...
Two hours later, after an intense, exhilarating embrace, Winnie collapsed softly onto Linton, her small hand making absent circles on his chest.
"Sweetheart, do you think America is about to go to war?"
"How do you know that?"
"This afternoon, the Defense Secretary Sylvester's assistant stopped by our office and let something slip without meaning to."
"Yeah, the votes in Congress are probably coming soon. At the latest, this week, America's definitely sending troops to Iraq."
"Wow -- our $2 billion investment is about to pay off big!"
Linton teased, flicking her nose lovingly. "Of course, you little moneyhound. Start counting the cash."
"Ugh, no matter how much cash there is, it's all yours."
"No, it's ours together."
"Darling, what's your plan going forward here?"
"What do you think?"
"Do you want to pursue a political career?"
Actually, Linton intended all along to be the puppet master behind the scenes, a supreme power pulling America's strings. But that wasn't something to tell Winnie outright.
"No, I never wanted to be a politician. My nature isn't suited for it, and I won't waste much energy on those roles. Taking these three positions is just to protect and expand our interests."
"You're right. It's all about the money, and the empire you've built is huge -- no wonder others are jealous."
Linton stroked her hair. "Baby, don't worry -- no one will dare mess with us anymore."
Winnie shifted into a more comfortable position in his arms. "Honey, lying here with you feels so good."
Hearing this, Linton briefly lost for words. According to plan, Hillary would arrive in about twenty minutes to stay in the room next door.
He would have to either go to her or let her come over -- but what would Winnie think?
Ah, what the hell. In Winnie's eyes, he was probably a scoundrel with many ladies anyway, what's one more married woman? Time to test the waters.
He kissed Winnie lightly. Expecting a new passionate round, she eagerly responded.
But then his words shocked her and drained her desire completely.
"Baby, someone is coming over soon."
"A guest? Tonight?"
"Yeah, in about twenty minutes."
"Who is it? Should I leave?"
"You know her. It's Hillary."
Winnie's eyes widened in disbelief. "What? Hillary? She's coming to see you tonight? Don't tell me..."
Linton smirked without shame. "Yeah, it's exactly what you think."
Startled, Winnie sat up. "God, you're crazy! Don't you see how dangerous this is?"
Seeing her alarm, Linton quickly pulled her to his chest, stroking her golden hair. "Relax. There's nothing to worry about."
"Sweetheart, you've had many women before, but you always promised not to touch women who were taken -- even if they had boyfriends. Now you're with her -- she's the First Lady, for God's sake."
Linton sighed theatrically. "Well, she's also kind of a poor soul."
Winnie instantly grew curious. "Poor? How do you mean?"
He began to explain Hillary's story, omitting the slave mark details, simply saying that her love life was a mess.
Two years ago, at a White House dinner, he was seduced by her and ended up together, and since then, she's been devoted to him.
Winnie's expression grew complicated. She murmured, "So that's it... I should have figured it out."
"Baby, what do you mean?"
Winnie pinched his waist sharply. "I should've known you two were abnormal."
Linton carefully dispersed his energy around his waist so her fingers wouldn't get hurt, then asked, "What about us gave you away?"
"In February two years ago, we shorted The New York Times. We invested $26 million and made $98 million in just a month -- a $72 million profit. Later leaks showed Hillary was the mastermind behind it, right?"
Linton tapped his nose. That deal was her doing; though it brought trouble she also gained the most. "Yeah, but there's more to the story."
"I was suspicious from the start. Why would she share such a huge gain with us? Also, from November onwards, our charity account received massive donations totaling $2.5 billion -- must be her too."
"Exactly."
"And last February, during the Super Bowl in Phoenix, I remember she came by our place and advised us on marketing the Vitality Pills. She looked at you with a strange hunger -- identical to how the other girls do -- and I thought I was hallucinating then. Looking back, I guess it was uncontrollable desire."
"That's spot on."
"More importantly, last month you moved $2 billion into stocks and futures, right? With the war coming, she must've tipped you off about the classified info beforehand, right?"
"That's all true. I didn't expect you to be so sharp."
"And... I think she's pregnant. Could it be yours?"
"Okay, I admit it. The baby carries my blood."
"Oh my God. You guys are crazy -- don't you fear the backlash? The President's involved."
"Don't worry. The President knows about it."
"What? The President knows? How could he tolerate it and still treat you so warmly?"
"That's complicated. It ties into the Clinton family legacy. Once the child is born, he'll be my godchild and spend at least three months a year living in our estate gardens."
"Unbelievable. You shouldn't have told me this."
Linton pulled her back into his arms. "Baby, you're the person I trust most. It's okay you know, just make sure no one else does."
Winnie felt her heart stirred, returning a loving kiss. "Thank you for trusting me."
"So when Hillary arrives, will you meet her with me?"
"Should I?"
"There's nothing wrong with it. You're more important to me than she is."
Winnie softened. "I know you're just saying that to comfort me, but I'm really glad. Will she leave tonight?"
Linton understood she was asking how long they'd be stuck together; if brief, maybe she'd skip it to avoid awkwardness.
"She won't leave tonight, and she'll be here again tomorrow and the day after."
Upon hearing this, Winnie realized she couldn't avoid it.
After all, they'd come alone together for a rare trip; she couldn't spend the nights lonely.
"Fine, I'll stay with you. Better let her come into this room. Wait, I need a moment to get ready."
...
What Linton hadn't expected was Winnie's so-called "getting ready" was more than just a light touchup.
She adorned herself with blazing red lipstick, let her golden hair cascade freely, slipped into the sexiest Victoria's Secret lingerie under a sheer black nightgown, and topped it off with classic silver stiletto heels and black stockings tracing her long, flawless legs.
She was breathtakingly beautiful as always; now she looked like an utterly divine temptress, radiating raw, intoxicating sensuality.
Dressed this way, Winnie approached Linton smoothly and spun gracefully, asking, "Darling, do I look beautiful?"
Linton pulled her close and kissed her. "Beautiful. Absolutely stunning."
She must have sensed the threat Hillary posed and intended to pressure her this way, grasping the upper hand.
Linton activated his spiritual awareness and peeked next door.
Damn, Hillary had just finished her shower and was also dressing up.
Had she anticipated this silent showdown with Winnie tonight?
Ten minutes later, Linton's phone rang.
He answered to hear Hillary's voice: "Darling, I've arrived."
"Good. Come on over." Linton cracked the door open a bit.
...
Soon, the door swung wide; a strikingly glamorous figure entered.
As the door closed behind her, her coat slipped to the floor.
She moved forward quickly but stopped just shy of diving into Linton's arms.
Her eyes blazed fiercely upon the sight of Winnie beside him -- like wildfire sparks.
She silently praised herself for coming prepared; otherwise, she'd have been completely overshadowed.
"Darling, isn't this your secretary, Winnie? Why's she here?"
Winnie locked eyes with the equally captivating Hillary.
Hillary wore subtle makeup, blazing red lips, and an eye-catching sheer red nightgown that was completely transparent underneath -- no underwear.
Red stockings and matching red high heels completed her look.
Though older, the long-lasting vitality Linton's essense gave her and the Vitaity Pills had reversed the clock, restoring her to a fresh twenty-seven or twenty-eight.
Her skin was flawless porcelain, her figure fiery and seductive, further intensified by her three-month pregnancy swelling her curves temptingly.
Winnie didn't feel threatened, though.
In looks and physique, she clearly still held the upper hand -- and she was the one Linton described as the closest and most trusted.
Silently, she cursed Hillary as a schemer and linked her arm through Linton's, teasingly saying, "Darling, this must be First Lady Hillary, right?"
Watching the playful sass between the two women, Linton felt a little awkward.
He took Hillary's hand in one and Winnie's in the other.
"Come on, let me reintroduce you: Winnie, Hillary -- you're both my women. From now on, you're sisters."
"Sisters?" The two women shared a glance, each masked with a flicker of surprise, their acting chops shining through the perfectly timed expression.
Linton firmed his hold on both, kissing each on the lips with dominance.
"You're both mine, so of course, you're family."
Hillary's heart lifted at that. "Darling, are you going to publicly acknowledge me as one of your women?"
"No. Winnie is my most trusted partner. What concerns you stays between you two and no one else."
Both women softened at Linton's words.
Hillary, older and more politically seasoned, extended her right hand toward Winnie.
"Hello, Winnie. Let's take care of each other."
Winnie shook the hand warmly. "Hello, Hillary. We'll look out for one another."
Seeing their handshake, Linton relaxed for the first time.
He uncorked a bottle of fine wine and set out three glasses.
"To our happiness," he toasted.
...
Not long after, the room was filled with the sounds of laughter and games being played -- three-way poker.
Joyful, sweet music echoed through the night, never fading...
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