Blackmailed by the Senator

By Isla Chiu

“I’m sorry, Senator,” I whisper.

A smile appears on his face. I don’t know if that’s a good or bad sign. “A young person who knows their senator by sight? How refreshing.”

In a pathetically small voice, I say, “I don’t have any money.”

“I could’ve guessed that by the state of your car and clothes.”

My face turns hot. I almost ask, What’s wrong with my clothes? My shirt and jeans may not have designer labels, but they’re clean and in okay condition.

“You have two options,” he says. “I can call the cops and report you for attempted hit and run. Or...”

I whisper, “Or what?”

His smile becomes wicked.

WORD COUNT: 4,600

A sexy short story about a young woman and a handsome senator!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Isla Chiu
• Release date: Mar 10, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005018993

Isla Chiu

When I manage to tear myself away from taking Buzzfeed quizzes and watching unhealthy amounts of TV, I write romance and smut. My works feature alpha males, sexy times, and/or my sarcastic sense of humor. I hail from Cleveland, aka the best freaking city in the world, and believe LeBron James is the perfect human being. Despite all of my efforts, I have never truly been able to quit caffeine. My problematic favorites include Taylor Swift and Gone with the Wind. I love to hate/hate to love k-dramas. If I say I’m on a diet, I’m just lying to you and myself. One of these days, I'm going to get hypertension from an excess of salt, both literal and figurative. If I'm awkward around you, I probably don't know what to say to you and/or I think you're hot. And despite what anyone says, Forrest Gump so deserved that Oscar over Pulp Fiction. 

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Blackmailed by the Senator

I AM THE STUPIDEST person to have ever lived in the history of this green earth.

Tears sting my eyes when I see the huge dent in the front of the white Porsche. A dent that was caused by me.

There’s a dent in my car too, but I drive a 1995 Toyota Camry that’s worth approximately 200 dollars — and that’s a generous estimate. So I couldn’t care less about the damage to my car.

The damage to the very expensive Porsche that is very much not mine, on the other hand? I care very, very much.

I put my head in my hands. My car insurance got canceled last month after I left one too many bills unpaid, so I’m doubly screwed.

Why did I forget to put my car out of reverse? How could I have been such an idiot? My stomach twists. When the owner of the Porsche comes, they’re probably going to look at me and think, Of course, a short Asian chick put a dent in my car.

I’d be tempted to shout, I swear I’m typically a good driver! And I am. I’ve been driving for five years, and before today, I’ve never been in an accident. But for the last week, I’ve been running on an average of 4 hours of sleep every night and weak-ass instant coffee. Being so exhausted mentally and physically, I was bound to fuck up sooner or later.

But God,