Just be mine for tonight
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Rachel POV
I have mixed feeling. I should be happy, yet I'm not. I should be exhilerated, but I'm feeling guilty. I should be dancing my hearts out because, you know, I'm in love? I remember Regina, my foster mother, told me, when I'm not feeling the way I should feel with a man, I should run. Run as fast as possible. But the perplexing part is, she done the otherwise, she never left Brandon. She should have brought me and run away from Brandon, she never done so, and she left me with him when she died.
The sound that arise from my phone pulls me out of the thoughts.
'Hello?' I picked up without looking at the caller, I don't want to know who called, I just wish to listen to a human's voice, be it a telephone marketer, I don't care as much.
'Rachel?'
The warm, soothing voice that calls out my name like a boy who just called a girl for the first time, and then their story unfolded.
'Derek?' I'm not used to calling his name. I might have to learn to get used to it. De-rek. De-rek. I repeat mentally.
'Yeah, it's me.' He chuckles. 'I promised to manhandle you to my house if I had to.'
I giggled. It's good to hear his voice actually.
'So, is Jason Statham coming with a helicopter, descending from a thick rope, crash my windows and kidnapped me to the White House?'
'Jason Statham?'
'Joe. I gave him that nickname.'
'Okay.' He sounded doubtful. 'Well, I haven't considered about the extreme yet, but a car ride would be better, don't you think so?'
'Car ride?'
'As creepy as it sound, I have your address and, I miss you.'
My hearts melt. A silly smile freed me from every reason I have to refuse Derek.
'It's already nine, Derek.' I laugh.
'Are you working tomorrow?' He asked.
'I thought you would know it already by now?'
'No, I don't, Rachel, that is way too creepy.'
I laugh again. 'I'm not decent to go out right now.'
'What are you naked? Even better.'
'Now, that's really creepy.' I race my way to the drawer, finding any possible presentable clothes I can find in the middle of the night. 'Can you give me ten minutes? I just need to, uhm, fixed something and, by the way, do I have to take a cab there?'
'No, Rachel, I have sent Joe to fetch you, and I believe he has arrived outside your apartment.'
'What! Okay, I'll see you later.' I hanged up the call. Oh God! I can't be rush. I've got ten minutes! What the hell!
I flipped through my drawer, removing almost everything I grab, until I can't find anymore things to wear. Whatever, I'm going to wear a white t-shirt with a jeans. I dabbed some concealer, fill my brow and a touch of tinted lip balm, I'm ready to go.
The ride to the White House is filled with racing heartbeat throbbing me to death. I'm not calmed at all. I'm dying to meet Derek. My body can't stop fidgeting, every minute before we arrived seems to pass like hours.
Finally, the car stops, but it's not the White House. It's not even a white colored house. 'Where are we, Joe?' I glance at the window.
'If you would follow me, Ma'am.' Joe left the car and came towards me. I have doubts about my safety for a minute. What if Gavinski decide to murder me? My footsteps were heavy, I have a hunch that some mysterious thing is going on.
Joe opens the door to the house, I followed behind him, looking everywhere to find an escape route, should there be any attack. I should have take Tae Kwondo when I had the chance. Joe pressed a button and the door of the lift spreads open. 'Tores has arrived.' Joe speaks to his earphone.
'Where is he?' I asked, my hand grabbing the handle of my tote bag, uncertain of what arrangement Derek have.
'Press B3, Ma'am, he is waiting for you there.' Joe step back, letting me have the space to enter the lift. I took small steps, my heart is beating inconsistently. I entered the lift anyway, and pressed what Joe told me to press. When the door begins to close, Joe gave me a nod and he mumbled something to his earphone again.
B1...B2...B3
The bell rings, a second later, the door spreads again, and it presents a man wearing white shirt and a pair of dark jeans,folding his arms and leaning against the brick wall. I couldn't recognize him at first glance, but when he slowly turns to me, I could not believe, Derek Hoffer is there. The dim copper light cast a shadow over his brows, but that striking pair of eyes caught me off guard every time. Is this real? Derek and Rachel finally gets to be free from all eyes and judgement?
'I've waited.' He push himself away from the walk, grinning with the smile that never fails to shoot my blood pressure up high. He is so good looking even when he dress in casual.
'Well, have you check what I'm going to wear before this?' I hinted at his shirt and mine, we are wearing the same color. I giggled, almost bursting my laugh.
'No, believe it or not, I didn't.' He pulled me close when I reached him. I scent the fresh smell of his body. I want to kiss his neck, and everything else. His chest is firm and yet soft to be lean upon.
'Shall we?' He took my hand up and entwined his fingers around mine and we start walking.
'Where are we going to?' I asked, following him lead.
'The White House, I figure out that this might be the safest route.' He looks at me with eyes full of guilt. 'Sorry, you know for-'
'Let's put everything aside, I really miss you so much that I can't be bothered, even if I have to pretend to be a gardener, I don't mind, Derek.'
He snicker a laugh, and his aura of happiness is infectious. 'Gardener? Why would you thought about gardener?'
'I don't know, it just came out.' I laugh, our hands still attached.
We walked, like nothing and nobody is rushing us. A long walk, holding each other's hand is probably the best thing on a date. 'I thought you'll be wearing your usual sleeved shirts and long pants.'
'I'm usually a jeans and t-shirt kind of man, and when I started the campaign, they made me dress me up in suite and tie, they got my hair cut and the whole thing.'
'Don't complain, they didn't ruined you, instead, you become so...you know.' I hesitated from saying the word "hot".
'What? Rachel? It's interesting to hear it from your mouth.' A mischievously look crept out of his face.
I rolled my eyes, I can't believe he had a narcissistic side.
'If you're not going to say, I'm going to carry you on my shoulder.' He warns.
'You won't'
He stops walking, and I halt my footsteps as well. 'I'm a man of my word, Rachel.' Suddenly his voice is soft and deep. 'I'll prove to you some politician are not a liar after all.' He stretch his hand, I got a feeling like I should be running, for no reason.
'No, Derek, we are not going to do this.' I felt the thrill again, and my adrenaline rush thrusting into my bloodstream.
'Oh, yes, we are going to to do.' He is a man on a mission right now, when he launch forward, lowered himself down and another second, he scoop me up and carried me up.
We both laugh hysterically and I engulfed my arm around his body.
'Did any other boys does that to you before?' He asked.
'No.' I shake my head, 'I always thought that it's my weight that puts them down.' I said softly, I wasn't a confident girl back when I was a college student.
'Good, you are going to remember this for the rest of your life, Rachel.' He chuckles.
'So, are you going to put me down or what?'
'Nope, I'm not going to let my training in SEAL go to waste.' Derek starts walking.
'What if somebody saw us?' I begin to look around.
'Usually nobody will be loitering at this area, they needs permission to access this pathway.'
'So, is this the rumored place where Kennedy had sex with Marilyn Monroe?'
'Rachel Woods, you are into this?' He smirked.
'No!' I denied, face flushing beetroots.
'Right, here we are.' Derek puts me down and he took a card from his pocket, he slides it onto the gadget and pressed some pins onto it. 'After you,' He gestured when the lift slides the door open.
We both get inside. Derek pressed 1 on the button and the door closes. He move to where I was standing, and his hand glided into mine, holding it like we are a couple now.
'Are you nervous?' He observed me with apprehensive.
'No.' I snapped. 'Yes, I think I am, aren't you?' I tapped my other fingers against my jeans, I does that all the time when I'm nervous.
Derek squeezed my hand, rub my knuckles with his thump. 'You shouldn't be, I'm going to protect you.' He looks at my eyes with those assuring glance.
The bell rings and Derek guide me out of the lift. We entered a dim room with nothing except shelves of books. I turned back when the door closes. I was utterly baffled, the shelves was actually the entrance to the lift.
'Welcome to the White House.' Derek gestured with his left hand.
'Okay.' I said weakly. Unbelievable, I have stepped into the White House without security clearance.
'Step into the resident, this is where the First Family resides, unfortunately, my wife is not living here.' Derek brought me to a grandeur hallway where nobody except us is present.
'There is so many rooms, good Lord.' I swivel myself, rotating with my hand wide open. This is where the other Presidents have lived.
'That's where the children or guests of the President lived.'
'How is it possible that you and Grace have no children?'
Derek slides his hands inside his jeans pocket, he looks down at his shoes, having some deep thoughts. 'Why?' I asked.
'We had.' His hand lifted and push his wavy hair back.
'Had?'
Even the slightest smile in his lips disappeared. An unexplainable tightness forms in my chest, the pain must be impossibly menacing for him to repeat to me how he lost his child. I ask no further, pacing towards him slowly.
'It's uhm...' he paused, struggling to find the right words to begin.
'We don't have to do this you know.' I said softly. I had the intention of pulling his body close to me, but I'm not sure if he wants it.
'Thank you.' He pursed his lips and nodded in appreciation. 'Now it's my turn to show you around.' He held my hand, plant a soft kiss on it. I felt his stubble, the roughness sends my knees feeble.
Every moment since I met him, there wasn't a moment where my heartbeat never elevated.
'So, I personally believe that my bedroom is the one that you're most curious about.' He guide me towards that white double door.
'Everyone, not just me.' I pointed that out. 'Aren't you, if you're just a civilian like me?' I shrug.
He looked at me and curved up his lips, as if he lost the debate. 'Welcome to my humble abode.' The door clicks open and he allows me to enter first.
Above the ceiling, a crystal chandelier sends warm light that illuminates the spacious room with two French windows. A traditional fireplace was attached opposite the bed with cushioned frame. I walk slowly and gently, as if my speed might break the precious floor. It was neat, very neat. 'Did you have you housekeeper cleaned the room before I came?' I turn to look at him briefly.
'I thought it was mandatory? I haven't dated anybody for almost a decade, you gotta help me with that.' He walk towards the mint sofa, half seated on the arm rest.
'Not bad for a beginner.' I quoted the word beginner with my fingers. I continue to explore and something caught my attention.
The photos.
Wedding photos to be exact. They were so young. Derek's change wasn't that significant, but he did aged. They did look good on each other, they were happy, their smile was genuine.
'I had to place our photos there, to avoid suspicion.'
Derek must have noticed that I've stood in front of the photo for quite a while.
'Could you...' I paused, looking everywhere except Derek. He's still waiting for me to finish my line. 'Just be mine for tonight?' I glanced at him as soon as I said out what I wanted to say.
His eyes never wavered from mine. 'Then stay. Stay with me tonight.'
Our eyes locked into each others'. Tonight, I just want to live in this moment, to have him all to myself, to pretend he wasn't married and I wasn't guilty of all the things I've done.
He raises himself from where he was, pacing forward with determination. I waited. Waited for him to reach me.
His hand glided up my waist, his thump lifting the hem of my shirt. When I felt his skin against mine, I know there was no turning back.
I let him lift the fabric off my body, showing what's hiding underneath.
He breath deeper, and so did I. Something strange is working in between my thigh.
He caught me off guard when he scoop me up again and place me on his bed.
He lean down and kiss my lips, stirring my tongue with his. I can feel his hand skillfully wakens every secrets of my body that leads to pleasure.
'Take me, Derek.' I took his hand and guide it to the button of my pant.
He look at me with consideration while he work his hand on where I asked him to.
He remove everything that covers his body and lay on top of me, lifting both my knee. One thrust is all it takes to bring me to euphoric stage.
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