My Life for Yours by Margaret McHeyzer Read Free Book Online Page A

meaning of the word uncomfortable.”
    “Shit.” Jeremy expels a huge gush of air that he seems to have been holding in. “The benefit’s to raise money for homeless youths. There’re a few homes that take them in, offer them beds for the night, food, somewhere safe to be and counselling. They desperately need an injection of money so they can update some facilities in the houses.”
    “How much are they hoping on making?”
    “They’re after two million but they think tonight will make them just over one million.”
    “How much is Senator Miller contributing to it?”
    “Well, actually I think Mother has me here to kiss arses and start with the campaign trail.”
    What? He’s not contributing?
    “So you’re telling me you’re here to be seen but to do fuck all? Are you serious, Senator?”
    “Frankie I can’t contribute to every benefit I go to.”
    “Well then don’t go to every fucking benefit and contribute to the important ones. You don’t think homeless youths are important? What the hell are we doing here? You’re a hypocritical arsehole, Jeremy.”
    “Darling it’s not me…..”
    “Don’t fucking Darling me because right now you’re just another politician after status and nothing else. A typical lying politician.”
    “It’s not like that. It’s complicated.”
    “There’s nothing complicated about this. You’ve been invited here to assist them because they have a need that they can’t provide for themselves. You have a social responsibility to provide for the ones who require the help. You’re in a position of power and you want to use that position to gain more power for yourself. That’s just plain bullshit. Simple as that.”
    “Is that right, Miss DeLuca? And up until five minutes ago you didn’t even know the reason for the benefit, so please do tell, how much are you willing to contribute? Because with a dress like that, there’s no where you can hide your check book.”
    “I tell you what, Senator, how about I match dollar for dollar to what you donate?”
    “I ummm, but….”
    “Right, there goes that politician mouth of yours. You don’t want to donate because it’ll take away from your campaign money. News flash, I’m sure you have your own personal money. Use that, stop hiding behind the Senator badge and do something good.”
    “Stop hiding behind the Mafia badge and you do something good.”
    “You truly have no fucking idea what I do. Did you know I contribute to no less than ten charities every year? Do you know that I funded a mammogram machine for Mass General? Did you even know that I have clinics set up for battered women? You have no fucking idea what I do and even the reasons why I do it.”
    Jeremy sits back in his seat as we approach the hotel ballroom where the benefit’s being held in.
    “I didn’t know, Frankie. I thought you were Frankie DeLuca, Mob Boss and sex kitten. I never knew you were so involved in the community.”
    “Well possibly it’s time to put your finger on the pulse, Senator and start working for your living.”
    “I’ll donate five hundred thousand from my personal money.”
    “You think that’s good enough?”
    “Frankie, I’m not made of money.”
    “You’re telling me you can’t donate one million?”
    “Well I could, it’s just…”
    “You’re full of shit. I get it. Personal gain. You’re a politician.”
    “Will you match it?”
    I snicker to his ridiculous question seeing as I just said I would.
    “Hmmm,” I expel the air caught in my lungs and turn my head looking outside.
    “Darling, I don’t want you mad at me,” I feel Jeremy’s hand on my leg as he gently runs it up and down my thigh.
    “I’m not mad at you. I’m disappointed, but definitely not mad.”
    “I’m sorry, Frankie. You’re the last person I want to disappoint. Well disappoint again…” With that, the air’s lifted and I let out a chuckle. I look over at Jeremy who’s sporting a very cheeky smile.
    The limo pulls up