Her's abandoned

A charity event

John's POV

I am the youngest politician in America, and I know women fall at my feet. I like it. I like having women around me, and as the youngest son of the Hudson family, I get everything I want. My oldest brother Logan runs the family business while I get paid and concentrate on my political career. I want to become the youngest president America ever had, and that is my goal in life. I know I am my parents' favorite son and that Logan is the one they do not always get along with. He protects me all the time and makes sure all my scandals with women stay out of the newspapers and the internet. But, there is one woman I want, and I need by my side to gain the votes of the younger population: the little rock star, Jennifer Preston. So far, I have had no luck with her as she never goes out, and I can not find her cellphone number from anyone. I always get what I want, and the mystery surrounding her makes me even more desperate to get her in my bed and as my fiance. She will be perfect until I have won the hearts of the younger people. But, I do not know if I will fall in love with her. She is gorgeous, but I don't know if she is my type. She looks like a rebel, and rebels are not suitable for politicians. But, I will make her fall in love with me. I know I have the charm for it. I also know who can get her to attend my charity event. So, I pick up my phone and make a call.

"John, how can I help you today, brother? What did you do this time?" Logan answers his phone.

"I have done nothing wrong and made no scandals," I say.

"Wow, you can behave," He says sarcastically. I know my brother is not one of my biggest fans as he is my half-brother. Our father married my mother after his mother passed away. My mother moved in a week after his mother's death, and I do not think my brother likes my mother and me, but he keeps me out of the newspapers and the internet because of the family name. 

"I need a favor," I say.

"I should have guessed. What do you want John, I am in a hurry and have a meeting in five minutes," Logan says.

"You know I have a charity event tonight, and I want you to make sure Jennifer Preston is there. I need younger people's votes, and she will be perfect if the young generation thinks I am dating her," I say.

"I don't know her, and she is not someone I think you should mingle with. She is a rock star and a rebel at that, as far as I know. So I do not want you involved with that type of woman," Logan says.

"I will not get involved with her. I know what is good for my career, but if people think I can get even the Ice Queen Rebel of the music industry to date me, it will help me a lot," I say.

"I will see what I can do," Logan says and hangs up. I frown. Logan is always busy, and he only attends my events because our father makes him. He lives on his own in a big mansion. I have to stay in a house next to my parents, who are running my political career. My father was the senator of my state. I am planning on taking that title this year, but I need more votes. I know the older people will not vote for me; therefore, I need the vote of the younger people. I am sure I can beat my older opponent. Jennifer Preston is staying in my state, and having her by my side will get me a lot of young voters. She is beautiful with her long black hair and sky blue eyes. I look at the photo of her on my phone. I want her in my bed as well. I will not lie. I smile as I think of me holding that perfect body of hers in my arms. I pick up my phone and call Pauline. I need s*x, and I need it now. Pauline is a socialite, and she will make the perfect senator's wife one day, but I think I will look for another younger woman as my wife. Pauline is still young. She is my age twenty-seven, but she is not really my type. She is wild in bed, though, and I like that.

"Pauline, darling. I miss you," I say as soon as she answers her phone.

"John, honey. I will be right over," Pauline says. I know she wants Logan more than she likes me, but who cares? It is free s*x. It does not take Pauline long to reach my house. She gets out of her little red Porche and runs inside before any reporters or paparazzi can see her. We had a lot of fun in my bedroom that afternoon. My phone rings as I am busy getting ready for the charity event. I see it is Logan, and I answer.

"I have done what you asked. Jennifer Preston will be there, but it took me a lot of effort to convince her manager to get her to the event. Unfortunately, she is not happy to go, and she says she will only stay for a short time," Logan says. I can hear he is frustrated and does not think that Jennifer is worth all the effort.

"Thank you, brother. I owe you a drink," I say.

"I will not be there tonight as I have to fly to New York for a meeting," He says.

"That is okay. I will do without you tonight. I will not make any scandals, " I say as I hang up.

Tonight you little rebellious Rock Princess, I will have you! I think to myself as I get into my Armani suit.

Jennifer's POV

I can not believe I let Ann talk me into going to the bloody charity event. I am not even into politics. I already regret it as I get ready. I only wear stuff that shows of my legs as I do not have scars on my legs. I don't particularly appreciate wearing dresses, but I make sure my arms and back are covered when I do. Tonight I am wearing a light blue dress with only a little slit at the side showing a little leg, but not much. It has long sleeves, and my back is covered. It offers a bit of cleavage but again, not too much. I am not like other women that like to dress up and go out. I prefer staying at home, and I am not looking for a man. I don't want one, and besides, how do I explain my scars. I know I can get them removed, maybe one day if I have restored my trust in humanity.

I get in the limo and drive of to the charity event. I am not planning on staying long. As I get out and the car drives away, cameras start flashing, and I turn into my stage persona. I smile and wave, and soon, a young man I have seen on the news a few times comes walking towards me, greeting me. He pretends like we know each other, although I can not even remember his name. I just smile and wave as he takes me by my arm and leads me into the venue, making sure the reporters get a lot of photos of us together. I am sure he is a politician or something and that he is the one hosting the event. I know these people by now. They just see how they can use you, then they throw you away.

"Jennifer, I am so glad you came," The man says, familiar. I smile and nod.

"And you are?" I ask as I do not know his name, and I wouldn't say I like being treated like he treats me. I am not his property. I might be a well-known artist, but it does not give him the right to treat me like he knows me in person as I am nobody's property.

"I am John Hudson. I am running for the senator of Texas," He says. So he is also from Houston like me, and I am supposed to know him because he is running for senator.

"I hope I will have your vote," He says flirtatiously.

"I don't vote, and I am not into politics," I say as I try to get away from this man that obviously only wants to get me in his bed, but he is like a bloody tick and does not want to leave me alone. He hands me a glass of wine, and I give it back. I do not drink and can not stand the smell of alcohol. Do you blame me? My stepdad was drunk most of the time, and he tortured me. John looks at me funny. What is he trying to get me drunk?

"I don't drink," I say as I take a glass of juice from a waiter. The waiter must be a fan as he knows I do not drink and brought me the juice. I smile at him and sign a napkin for him. He smiles happily as he walks away. Don't get me wrong, I may not like or trust people, but I like politeness, and I love my real true fans. So I always make time for them. However, the man will not leave me alone, and when the music starts playing, he asks me to dance. I can see he makes sure there is a lot of photos taken of me with him. I dance with him, and when the music stops, he does not let me go. What the hell is this guy's problem? He leads me into the next dance, and as I am a trained dancer, I can feel he is not really good at dancing. So we dance another dance, a slow romantic dance and his hands move to my ass.

I quickly grab his hands and move them back to my back. After the dance, an older woman walks over and asks politely if she can dance with her son. I immediately agree. As he is dancing with his mother, I write a cheque for one hundred thousand dollars and drops it in the box. I call my driver and tells him to meet me at the back of the menu. Then I slip out fast before he can get a hold of me again. I slip through the kitchen, take a few photos with the staff and waiters, and give them my signature. They promise not to tell anyone I am slipping away as they know how it must be for me being a superstar and having to run from the paparazzi and the reporters always chasing me. They helped me outside and helped my driver to get to the back entrance. I thank all of them and hand them tickets to my next concert in Houston. They are happy and smiling. I smile as I think of the young politician that thought he could use me to get more votes. I made it out of there, and I sat at the back of my limo driving home. I am glad I could skip him and his agenda. However, I feel I will be hearing from him again, and I am not happy about it. I rest my eyes until I stop in front of my house. I get out and run inside. I can not wait to get rid of this dress. I am no plaything for a politician, and he will learn that lesson quickly. I will not go to any charity event again soon.