Plottwisttt

Politics was the game. Love was the scandal.

Senator Nathan York was everything Micah Lennox hated—older, married, conservative, and dangerously good at keeping secrets. They were rivals on the debate stage, enemies in public, and burning for each other behind closed doors.

But when Nathan gets shot at a public event and collapses into Micah’s arms, the world stops watching the election... and starts digging into their past.

A year ago, they were just opponents.
Now? The truth is bleeding out. A conservative Politician can lose it all if the secret of the affair gets out. 

Lies. Power. Obsession.
This isn't just about who wins the vote. It's about who survives the fallout.

The Senator's Secret Lover

"A voice recorder just leaked proving that Senator Nathan is working against the presidential candidate of his party, Senator Dominic Hawthorne. This leaves millions confused."

The Newscaster reads, while Nathan stares at his TV. He knew only Marcus could have done this.

He remembered the conversation, Marcus had secretly recorded their conversation when he went to him for help concerning shutting Dominic up.

Bianca walks in. "Honey, are you okay?What's going on?"

"Hello, get everyone down to my office in 30 minutes. I would be there"

"I got to go, see you later babe."

"Babe, today we ought to go to the doctor's appointment together"

"Go and tell me everything later. This is not the time. Blanca"

"You'd never really have time for me, huh?. I'm pregnant, Nathan, she said sadly.

Micah watched how the media tore Nathan apart. The media was eating the leak up. He felt something, maybe guilt. He knew that voice recording wouldn't have existed if they, especially him, didn't need protection from Dominic.

He tried calling Nathan but stopped. It was too late now.

Nathan's political ratings were going down.

There is a high probability that he might get suspended.

Micah spends time alone in his apartment mostly drinking.

His mom came over the weekend, sometimes he ended up crying in her hands.

He goes through his phone, for videos, selfies and late night messages that made him smile once.

"You are such a disgusting human, Marcus", Nathan knew Marcus was going to be at the Capitol and he came to confront him.

"You think you can control him. Don't drag Micah into your filth, Micah is good. Stay away from him. He is mine, you hear me!??"

Marcus smiled calmly, "he was your's when you protected him but now he protects himself"

Nathan grabbed him by the collar,"if anything happens to him, you won't leave to see the election, you filthy animal"

"Relax, Senator Nathan. Micah picked his side. You should go home to your wife".

He removed his hand on his collar.

"Micah has a lot of potential, he's very useful to me. A good kid", he smirked before going away.

After a public event with Marcus, there was an after-party. Micah didn't feel like it but just had to come.

Many people were there, camera lights flashing, drinks, music.

Micah stood by Marcus' side as he kept introducing him to many people. Marcus was fulfilling his part, connecting him to as many influential people as possible.

Micah leans against the marble counter exhausted from going around all night. His chest hurting, and throat burning from the alcohol that constantly went down.

"You looked sharp on stage", Micah turned. It was Luca, good face, late 20s, a political journalist. The kind of guy who would never hide you from the world.

"Did I ?", Micah asked as he smiled.

"You look like a guy that knows what he wants"

Micah sipped from his glass, "funny, cause I don't. Luca"

The door slammed shut. Micah kissed him first, desperate. If this was gonna help forgetting him why not?.

Luca's hands moved to undo Micah's shirt but instead he froze.

Micah exhaled, looking at Luca with glassy eyes.

"I thought I could, if I let someone else touch me, I would forget him. Leaving him would hurt less"

He sat at the edge of the bed. Luca sat beside him.

"You are in love with someone", Micah nodded.

"But we can't be together. He can never choose me", tears running down his eyes.

"You don't have to pretend to me", Luca buttoned his shirt.

"....And also, this isn't you. Walking around all these fake politicians. You are good Micah. We haven't had someone like that in the US since forever."

He leaves, locking the door behind him.

Micah laid on the bed, crying himself to sleep.

It's Not You.