Do you trust me or not, Rachel Woods?
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Rachel's POV
Calming myself under the canopy of constellations while divulging my entire body under the water seems to work well for me, or at least, took my mine off many things. Missing Derek is one of them. If only life's biggest trouble is where to get the next coffee, how wonderful would this world be?
I swim in back stroke, unwanted any moment wasted to gaze the star. There is something about me and the sky above, the diamonds that brings the beauty of the darkness to life.
My alone time seems to come to an end when the sound of the sliding door was positively heard even when I'm under the water.
'Ma'am?'
I believe that voice came from the person who enters the indoor pool. I twist my body and stood on the tiles beneath the water. It was our apartment's security guard.
'I'm sorry but the pool is close for cleaning.' He reminded.
'No worries.' I told him, throwing a hands showing that I'm cool with it even though I hated the sudden intrusion ,off I get out of the pool without further hesitation.
I browse my phone while walking back to my house, that's what the twenty-first century human does, the phone cannot be spare from our hand. My tweeters were filled with Derek Hoffer's news. The saddest part of it was, that is the closest I can get to Derek when I wasn't beside him. I'm the dirty, dirty mistress.
I took the stairs instead, since I have idle time to waste and I haven't burn enough calories from the swimming. My legs has gone feeble by the time I reach my floor, I just want to hit the shower and go to bed.
My house has always been reverberated by silent, I wanted to have a dog, but my flight schedules doesn't favors my want. All I had was the robot vacuum that moves about, I can pretend that was my personal C3PO.
Tonight, I sense something. My six sense tells me that something isn't right with my door. My carpet, it doesn't match the tiles that I always realigned it to. Trepidation assault my heart and my entire body. Gingerly, I insert the key into the door hole, I hope I was wrong. Mustering my courage, I lifted the door open.
Fuck. Either something paranormal or burglar has broke inside my house. The lights is on. I never let the lights on whenever I step out, even for five minutes.
I took one deep breath.
And another one.
And one more.
The last one.
I barge in with a loud bang, hoping it will petrify whoever it is.
A man, in folded sleeves stands next to my window. Dumbfounded. Eyes bulging out, his expression is as stunned as I was.
'Derek? What the fuck!'
'I am so sorry that I have to do this, but I can't stand outside for long, you know why.'
I palms my face, feeling a gnawing mixture of anger and relieved. 'I thought there were thieves, Christ!'
He walks towards me, looking desperately apologetic. 'Sorry.' He murmured while clasping my shoulder and close the door behind me. 'I promise I won't repeat this.' He croons me into his chest, like a hopeless child receiving warmth.
'What brings you here? I thought we are not supposed to be seen outside the White House?' I ask eagerly as soon as I remembers.
He rest his forehead on mine, kissing my lips. I miss him scent, his skin against mine, touching his stubble while kissing him. 'I miss my dirty little mistress.' He smirk. I hit his arms when I sense the jokes. 'And, also, I came here to negotiate.'
'What?' I replied with puzzlement.
'I can't fulfill my promise to dismiss you from the flight with Grace. Because...' he paused, watching for my reaction, as soon as he detected no explosion from me, he continues,'it's our wedding anniversary and she wants us to have a dinner in New York.'
'You will be traveling as well?'
'Yes.'
'So, the three of us will be in the same flight?' I clarified again.
'Yes, very much so.'
'What's the negotiation then?'
'You will come with me to New York and we will have a proper date.'
'Derek, I don't need you to compensate me for that, I mean, she is your wife, I'm just...'
A pangs of guilt shoots him, his expression changes. 'Rachel, I've been thinking about you the whole time when you left this morning. You are not a just somebody to me, you are more than that, I want to include you into my life now.' He said softly, leaning his mouth to my neck, he knows too well that's my weak spot.
'Derek?' I breath.
'Hmmm.'
'Want to hear a secret?' I whisper at his ear, while I felt his hand unknotting my bathrobe.
'What?'
'I have never brought anybody home...except you.' I wrapped my arms around his neck, looking seductively at his eyes. He looks at me thoughtfully, a wicked smile leaked from his lips. With strong arms, he lift me up, straddling my legs on both side of his waist.
'Where's you room?' He ask, voice is deep and velvety.
'Are you staying tonight?' I asked, with desperate voice.
'I'm not leaving even if there is apocalypse.' He replied even when our lips are busy kissing each other.
'Okay, first room on the left.' As I replied him, both my hand cups his face, our eyes, filled with lust and evident arousal.
He placed me on my bed, slowly and determinedly. Lacing his hand over my cheeks until he reach my neck. He lift it up and send me close to him where his lips can reach mine.
Our tongues met and sparkles both our libidos. My hair and body is still wet from the swim, and I couldn't care less, I wanted him every seconds from now.
'You have no idea what you've done to me, Rachel Woods.' He said as his lips trails southward.
'Then show me, what I have done to you.' I challenged him. Every nerve, every skin, every vessel of mine are stimulated by his touch. I can't remember when we become undressed while he was busy assaulting me.
He lifted my arms above my head and pressed firmly with both hand, causing vulnerability in me to move anywhere. He watch me, looking at my eyes while he thrust deep. I was done for, baring all my naked soul to him, surrendering everything I have to him.
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Derek POV
'Are you sure you don't have to leave?' Rachel asked, pondered with uncertainties.
'So, with all the pleasures I've given you, you repay by chasing me away?' I pull her close to me as we lie on her bed, the dimness in her room allows the admiration of the lights from Washington skyscrapers over her floor to ceiling window.
'We exchange pleasures, Mr. President, I am sure the last one is extremely pleasurable.'
'You dirty little mistress.' We laugh, enjoying each other's company. 'So, the trip to New York, it's not a compensation, I really wants to bring you on a date.'
'Is it even possible, I mean, we can't even step out of my house without shunning away from the public or the cameras.'
'Do you trust me or not, Rachel Woods?'
'What about your wife?'
'Do you trust me or not?' I look at her eyes, stroking her cheek. 'I can make it happen, alright?' I kissed her soft lips, which looks a little swollen from certain activities we tried earlier.
'Alright.' She nodded with simper. 'Oh wait, I almost forgot.' She lifted the bedcover and walks towards the drawer beside her wardrobe. What a fine view with her body uncovered.
'Stop looking at my butt, Derek Hoffer.' She warns with playful tone.
'I can't help, Rachel, your gorgeous bottom is seeking my attention.'
Rachel took a box with her, and walks back to the bed. 'I bought this for you.' She handed me the grey box. 'Open it.' She encourage.
'What is this?' I pull the cover and laugh when I discover her present. 'Captain American socks?'
'You haven't got this, do you?'
'No, I didn't.' I observed the socks for a moment, my heart flows with an unexplainable warmth and comfortable feeling towards Rachel. I can fall deeper for her. Grace never like the idea of me collecting socks, she finds it ridiculously childish. 'Thank you, I really like this.'
'You are welcome.' She reply and we stay silent for a while.
'Are you going to cover your body or not, it is really distracting, Rachel.'
She laugh and held the cover over to her body. Catching her off guard, I flip and went on top of her.
'What? You want another round?' She giggles.
I didn't smile, instead, I looked into her eyes. 'No, Rachel. I just want to stay like this, looking at you.'
I wanted to tell her I love her, but I hesitated. I'm not sure if it might be too sudden for her. She have many choices, and I, may not always be the right one for her. Rachel is of a higher caliber than I am. Anchored by marriage, nobody could be certain when I will divorce with Grace. It can be years, Rachel might not want to wait that long for me, and I can't selfishly caged her to myself forever.
And so, I hesitated. I said nothing
She looks at me, her eyes craving for the thoughts that runs in my mind, which I am unable to reveal. That thought is depressing.
'Derek?'
'Hmm?' I murmured, playing with her hair. Rachel got a very beautiful pair of eyes.
'I've tried digestive biscuit with coffee.' She said softly, and from her expression, she haven't finished. 'How did you came out with that, usually people have it with cookies or donuts.' She draws circles around my arms.
'You don't fancy it?'
She shakes her head. 'I'm just curious about the things you do, the food you like, makes me feels like I'm having a date with you, even though you are not physically beside me.' She simper softly.
I squeezed her hand. Twinge of guilt hits me. 'I don't really like coffee with digestive biscuit actually. It's my dad.'
She watched me for a while, unable to say anything. 'I'm sorry to brought this up.' She cups my cheek. I haven't told her my dad have passed away, but I figure out, Wikipedia has done the job for me.
'No, don't be. I want you to know my story. My dad told me, if, I ever win the election, he will be living in the White House, having digestive biscuit and coffee, overlooking the Washington Monument from the Balcony.'
'But he didn't make it.'
'No. Every time I have my coffee with digestive biscuit, it somehow serve as a reminder that he is still with me.' I lifted myself away from her and lie down, Rachel came beside me, placing her head on my chest.
We stay in this position for quite awhile. Our forehead sticking on each others' while our hands wrapping one another. Just like this, feeling her breathing, feeling her body rise and sink with every breath she take.
In the midst of the peacefulness she gave me, I didn't remember when I fell asleep, the last thing I heard was her asking me when I'll be leaving. I said nothing except holding her closer to me, sinking myself with the scent of her skin. The President has his own needs.
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