Loving the Senator (Capitol Affairs #1) by Mia Villano

case, then he’ll fight harder to get you back. If it’s meant to be, Prudence, it will happen. Now, go out and have a fun time,” she urged.
    Trevor took me to see Jimmy Buffett, and we got along fine. He made me laugh most of the night. The date was perfect as we sat on the lawn with a thousand screaming “Parrot Heads,” partying the night away. I had a good time drinking beer and listening to excellent music.
    We started dating off and on, and soon we became a couple. The problem was Trevor liked to party hard. When we first started seeing each other, he only drank on the weekends. As he got more comfortable with me, I noticed it was becoming every day of the week. When he got drunk, it brought back too many memories of my mom and my old life. Everything we did revolved around drinking or his college buddies. One particular night, he and I went out to dinner after work. He was working on his third double shot of vodka and pissing me off.
    “Come on Prudence. I need it bad,” he said while we ate at the overly crowded Blue Basil Grille. He was so loud the entire restaurant heard his big mouth and I was appalled.
    “Trevor, please shut up. I’m well aware of what you want, and we will do it when we get home. Now don’t say that so loud,” I said with gritted teeth.
    “Quit being such a prude, Prudence,” he laughed. I was trying to finish my dinner as he was working on not dropping his all over. As the night progressed, my level of tolerance reached its limit.
    “I’m so horny for you babe. It’s those huge tits of yours. They make me nuts,” he kept on, and tried to grab me under the table while we ate. I had had enough at that point, so I asked for the check, and we left as I drove him home, as usual.
    Besides his constant drinking, he shared my love of old music, politics, and antiques. Unfortunately, he was a staunch Republican, and I loved getting into political arguments with him when he was sober. He knew of Alex when I asked him, and he wasn’t too impressed or concerned. I enjoyed his company and sex with him was good at times. Trevor and I were dating, and life continued. He was gorgeous, and we made a very good-looking couple when we went out and if he stayed sober. As soon as he started drinking, he turned into a real idiot.
    After a few of months of dating, Trevor promised to stay sober, and we went to Aruba for a week’s vacation. This was our first real vacation together as a couple, and my first time visiting Aruba. The thought of getting away to the beach and relaxing for a few days sounded fantastic. I couldn’t wait to get away and forget about my responsibilities, cold weather, and politics. But my euphoria was short lived. I spent my entire vacation fighting to get Trevor out of the bar every day.
    “Trevor, you’re drunk. You promised,” I said. We hadn’t even left the hotel room yet, and he was already wasted.
    I wanted to make this work for the pure fact that I couldn’t have who I wanted and Trevor was the next best thing.
    “Dear, Prudence, let me see you smile,” he sang to me as he stumbled over himself and laughed getting out of the shower. He liked to remind me, when he drank, about my name and that song. My mom loved two things in life, drugs being the first one, and the Beatles being the second. She named me after two of their songs “Dear Prudence” and “Hey Jude.” I hated my name and wanted to change it for as long as I could remember. As I got older, I came to accept the fact that when people heard it they would start singing, or make some kind of silly reference to it. After that night, I spent most of my vacation alone because he was asleep or out drinking until he passed out. Needless to say, I was happy to get home.
    After our disastrous vacation together, I had to find a way to break it off with him. The love affair between us was going nowhere fast. I was afraid if I stayed with him, his drinking and verbal abuse would get worse over time. I didn’t