Dirty Little Mistress
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Rachel's POV
Why can't she withstand me, Rachel? You have to be specific.
Derek replied me after several hours. This man obviously wants me to feed his narcissistic ego by saying he is too hot to handle.
Which I won't. I did not reply him anyway, because, he might be busy, which means I'm going to have to wait hours again before he replied. Which also means it's going to be torturing, therefore, if I'm not expecting a reply, I won't be expecting much.
I spent half of the day cleaning my house, changing my bedsheets and doing the laundry. I guess that's what people who grows older does?
I miss him, of course. Every single second, which is why the television have been on since I reached home, hoping Derek will pop up on the show, whichever it may be.
I check my emails at the same time, while grabbing a sandwich with me on the counter table. Browsing through the important ones such as my work schedule, I download the PDF file of the document.
My heart is bursting with anticipation, wondering if Derek will be flying again this month. I type my name for a quick search.
I have a schedule to fly in four days. It's not Air Force One though, rather, it is a business jet that I have been assigned to. Usually it's a short trip.
I was right, my destination is New York City. I scroll down further to study the information for my flight.
Fuck.
Fuck my life.
Speaking of the devil, I'm going to be in a flight with Grace Hoffer, the First Lady, the wife of the man I'm having affair with.
I shut my laptop promptly, as if this is all an illusion. My head is running wild. No, I don't want to be in the same flight as her!
Call Dolores! The thoughts suddenly occurs. Yes, I should call her and I should think of any excuses I can buy my way into.
But then, Dolores isn't stupid, she can see through almost anything and she hates when she have to rearrange the schedule again once it has been set.
Brandon? How about telling her that my foster dad is here. Right! Surely she can understand that reuniting with my long lost family is more important than the flight! I unlock my phone, eagerly search for her number. Wait, no. No, no, no. Knowing that I was almost a homeless status girl, she would be too happy for me that she would request for a photo of Brandon and me.
Surely I can't tell her that the passenger I am hosting is my boyfriend's wife? That will only be exposed if either I am demented or I am fucking high.
I have to tell Derek.
Your wife will be traveling to NYC, and I'll be working on the flight she is taking. What do you think?
This is all getting real, meeting the wife who have no idea that I am sleeping with her husband. Fuck, I sound so dirty now.
My phone vibrates, I never expect that his reply would be that quick. Maybe he has been holding to his phone all the time?
Are you uncomfortable with that?
Yes, honestly, I'm the dirty mistress.
I bite my lips after I hit send. The clock read half past six, it's not too late to go for a evening dip in the pool. I need to calm my mind.
Derek replied again.
Dirty mistress? That thought is distracting, I can't focus on my work now. Look, I can have Gavinski do something about it.
Gavinski? I thought he hates me already. I don't want you to abuse your power for me.
Gavinski hates everyone, including me. Considered it done.
Seriously? How far is his stretch of power to have everyone's ass covered.
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Derek POV
'Thomas? Can I have a word with you in my office?' I speak with Gavinski over the phone.
'I'll be over in a few secs.'
I hanged up the phone and expect him to arrive in a while. I clear everything on my wooden table except my iPad.
'There you are, Thomas.' He entered after knocking. I place both my leg on the table, it's evening, it's casual now. I rolled up my sleeves and loosen my tie.
'Mr. President,' he greeted and sat on the couch with files on his hand. Files or folder, those are Gavinski's life. He has a habit of having something on his hand, even a pen will ease his social anxiety. 'Woods' background is clear, anyway, and her foster father is in town.'
He got my attention after I heard the word "father". 'You made him come here. Didn't you?'
'As the matter of fact, I did not, I'm pure this time round. He happens to be here on his own.'
'What's inside the folder?' I hinted at the documents.
'Non-disclosure agreement for Woods. She has to sign this if she wants to continue the affair with you. I'm not stopping you from seeing her but rules are rules.'
'Give me a break, Thomas.' I threw a stress ball at him and he happens to catch it. His flexible and accuracy is excellent for people of his age.
'You know I'm doing this for your own good, before Grace had the chance to sabotage your affair.'
The phone on my table rings, it's my secretary. 'Yes, Charlotte?'
'Mr President, the First Lady is here to see you.'
'Oh! My wife is here,' I exchange eyes with Gavinski. 'Send her in, will you, Charlotte?'
'Devil is here.' Gavinski muttered.
As usual, she never knocks, and barge in, her present never fails to arouse everyone's attention with the noise that her heels is making. In my own description, she is one hell of an irritation.
'Thomas, how lovely to see you.' She said without looking at him and she sat down on the couch as well.
'Grace! Good God, you had a hair cut?' Gavinski took a notice at her. He has always been neutral to both Grace and I because Grace plays a huge role in my presidency and Gavinski had to get advise from her sometimes.
'Thank you, Thomas, for noticing what my husband didn't notice!' After she finished with her sarcastic remarks, she turns to me, expecting me to feel guilty of my failure to treat her as my lawful wife.
'I can't even remember how you look before this, can you show me how she look, Thomas?' I counter attack her acidic remarks. 'Wait, forget it, Thomas, I won't remember anyway. So, on which Satanic representative that I owe the pleasure of your visit, Grace?'
She gritted her teeth and shut her eyes for a moment. I shrugged at Gavinski while Grace is still recovering from my acid attack.
'I'll be traveling to New York this Friday and I'll be expecting you to travel with me as well.'
'For what reason? My mother will be arriving this Sunday, need I remind you that?'
'It's our wedding anniversary, Derek. The public will be expecting us to have a private intimate time together in somewhere, I don't know, Manhattan for a dinner?' She throws one of her arms into the air, expressing her unhappiness at both of us, well, me, especially.
'If it is private, then why are we showing the world? Doesn't that contradict the meaning of privacy?'
She stood up from her seat, force a smile, 'honey, Derek, you know exactly what I am doing, people will love to see more of our private life. Am I right, Thomas?' She turns to Gavinski, hoping he will support her stand.
Gavinski supports his head with his fingers, crossing his legs, very much enjoying our bickering. 'She's right, you know?' He nodded, 'you re-election is coming really soon, protecting your private life is a priority.' Gavinski hinted something when he mentioned "private life", and I know exactly what he is referring to: Rachel.
'Thank you, Thomas. So, Derek?' Grace tuck her hands onto her waist, waiting for my answer. Both of them are pushing me to the edge of the cliff.
'You have left me with no choice at all.' I shrugged, unwilling to meet her eyes.
'I'll see you this Friday, Derek. Goodnight, Thomas.'
Grace left the room. I tossed my body onto the couch, looking at the ceiling.
'I thought you have something to discuss with me?' Gavinski sat straight, propping head on his hand.
'Not anymore. You're off duty now.'
'Right. My spine is getting achy, must be the aging process. Don't forget the non-disclosure contract.'
'If she wanted to sell me out, what good does a non-disclosure does? Isn't it redundant?' I states my point.
'At least, when that happens, I had my ass covered. Its up to you, Derek, nobody can stops you from having erection.' He titled his face and walks heads towards the door.
This man is impossible.
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