Love never felt so good
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Derek Pov
I have never felt like this for a long time. Too long that I can't recall. It is only Rachel that is able to inflict this mood to me. In short, love never felt so good, like the song that is playing now in my Spotify.
Honestly, I don't know what we are going to do in Long Island as well, since we can't reveal ourselves to the public beach. I pretty much enjoy driving Rachel around myself. Gavinski warns me that I am too focus on Rachel that I will be breaking many protocols. He is right, but it is only fair to Rachel that I give her my personal time, which is the only thing I can give her.
'When is your clock striking twelve, Cinderella? General Zod might be somewhere in his spaceship hunting for you.' Rachel elevate her seat.
'Tomorrow morning.' I said in a monotonous voice, one night is all I can spend with her. Grace is sure going to find out who I am seeing, she won't stop at all cost, judging from her personality. I haven't told Rachel that my wife has known about my affair with her. I didn't want the holiday to go to waste if I reveal it to Rachel, she deserve to have fun, and I'll be her dreamcatcher to filter away all her nightmare.
'Okay, as long as I get to eat something nice, I'm fine with that.' She shrugged and look at the streets, like some kids waiting eagerly for candies to be distributed. I can see that she is trying to ease the tension of this whole situation, but the more she tries to makes me feel better, the more remorse I felt.
'What makes you want to be a Stewardess?' I pops the question, because in the background check by Gavinski, this wasn't mentioned.
'Well, what makes you wants to be a President?' She shot me this question with a sly smile, intending to make me eat my own question.
'I asked first.' I began to feel like I'm behaving like a five years old.
'Fair enough, let's see.' She took a moment to think, retrieving her answers from her brain's hard drive storage. 'The perk of tying my hair and looking pretty for my flight is one of them, and, uhm, I don't want my foster dad to have a chance of finding me, since I travel a lot, like really a lot.' She stretches both her hand to show how a lot is. 'Last one, who knows it will eventually leads you to me and the White House.'
I look at her briefly, nodding as I turn my face to the road. Rachel's allergy to the definition of "mistress" seems to have faded. After all, I initiate the affair, Rachel Woods would never approach me if I haven't made the move.
'What about you? This is not a CNN interview, you don't have to be dishonest.' Rachel jokes.
'The hunger for power and recognition, solving things that others can't only to let history judge if I am right or wrong, forming my own legacy.' I open up to her blatantly. It's not an easy job serving three hundred millions people, not to mention the peoples out of this country as well.
'Pretty honest. You know I don't really watch speeches or talks given by any prime minister or presidents.'
'They bore you to death?'
'You made me sound like I'm a bimbo, well, at least, bimbo is beautiful,' she threw a hand and chuckles. 'What I mean is, I rather see what's going on behind the scene, watching you working with a bunch of people in grey suits is even better that the polished speech you gave during your debate.'
'You haven't tell me why you voted for me.' I replied her. We are almost approaching the Long Island.
'You are so good looking, Derek, I followed your tweeter and Facebook all the time ever since you appear in the news out of the blue, and I learnt the term "federalism" from you.'
'Is that the reason?' I asked her again.
'Is that not enough? I have a feeling you are smart from the way you speak and dodging questions from the press and some congressman, I thought that was funny and smart!' She mentions it with enthusiasm. Although it soars my ego a lot to have impress Rachel, but I'm worried that she did not take the voting seriously.
'Did I mentioned that we will be staying in my mother's beach house?' I made a right turn.
'What!' Rachel sounded alarm, like I just told her that the Area 51 does have hidden UFO spaceship. 'You want me to meet your mother?'
'Gotcha!' I bust the word. 'No. I don't think we want to spoil the day or waste the time by meeting my family, I rather stay in bed with you all day than to do that.'
She slaps my hand and giggles. 'All day? You sound like a horny teenager.'
'Sort of, did you forgot that I haven't slept with anybody for eight years, I'm qualified to be one, anyway.' I mentioned it with pride.
'What are you doing most of the night?'
'Catching up with the movies I've missed out when I became what I am now.'
'Became what? Horny teenager?' She teased. 'It's okay, I'll watch with you from now on.' Her fingers glide into mine again. It felt so comforting and warmth, like I'm back home. Finally, I found my home.
We held each other's hand, all the way till we reached my mother's beach house, firmly, soothingly, as if we were meant for each other.