I can begin to imagine what is it like to see him freshly shaven every morning.
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Rachel POV
We forgot to use condom. Practically, we were both adults struck by high dosage of sex hormones that we don't even want to stay away from each other's body just to get a protection rubber on his dick.
The thoughts of him inside still leaves a trail of silly smile on my face as I finished my shower.
Anyway, biology class was kind of my favorite class, especially the chapter that covers the topic of sex and prevention stuff. My classmates said I was kind of pervert to score a full marks on that chapter. So, what I was saying is that, when he reached his climax, he withdraw it, although it is not one hundred percent cleared from pregnancy, but we tried to prevent it and I don't want to put too much thoughts on it as well. We didn't came together, like what novel and movies unrealistically implied all the time.
I wore a yellow sun dress for dinner. It contradicts the weather outside, but I don't want to let the weather decide for me anymore, just like how I decide not to let the virtues and values keep me away from Derek, come what may. Plus, I'm not a gold digger, I have a job that feeds me well and shelter me from storm. Not to mention, my dad is a multi millionaire, so, nobody should call me a gold digger for choosing to stay with Derek. It wasn't his fame that I was chasing after all.
'You've brightened up the gloomy Seattle.' Dad gawked at me, as if the yellows in my dress scorched his eyeballs.
'Don't I always? What are going to have for dinner?' I pull the chair and sat myself on it while gawking around to search for Derek. 'Where is our guest?' I asked.
'Here.' Derek entered the dinning room, alone. He is dressed in office wear, the white shirt and long black pants, but he wears it in the way I like, sleeves folded up. I rolled my eyes at him, knowing that he listened to me by not having Joe and Alan to be around him all the time. But I'm not sure, they might be somewhere spotting us with a gun on their hand. 'Sorry to keep you waiting, running country does not gave me a privilege to not answer phone calls from my office.' He explained and sat down on the chair beside me. I felt warm suddenly, his sex radar radiated my sense, and I'm already thinking of what position we are going to try tonight.
'Of course, you are a very busy man.' I replied him while looking straight at him. My dad can't see my face as the back of my head was facing him, I can give any sort of expression I want to Derek. Like right now, I am bitting my lips to tamed him. Now I feel like Isla Fisher on the set of Wedding Crasher who is crazy enough to rub Vince Vaughn's dick under the table.
I cleared my throat, obviously to change my expression. I have been smiling a lot, and if I keep smiling, my dad would be suspicious.
Dad passed the bread to me and I offered it to Derek first, which he took one and place on my plate and one for himself next. It feels strangely warm, like I am having my boyfriend over for dinner with my dad. Yes, I got my dad and my boyfriend back.
'So, how is the affairs at the D.C?' My dad probs the conversation.
For a while, I almost choke when my dad mentioned the word "affair". I have no chance to see Derek's reaction, but he acted pretty nonchalant anyway.
I imagined Derek would be courteous enough to behave like a guest of the house, or even the boyfriend of the daughter, but on the contrary, his presidential mode is on. He is nothing like what I expect my boyfriend to behave with my parent, he talks like an adult to adult. I felt left out somehow that I decide to lean to my backrest and imagined I am a wallpaper.
'Health care issues has always been our main focus, of course the recession has been a challenge to put things in place.' Derek told my dad as he puts the fork down, his elbow props on the table and his hand were gesturing as he shares his ideas of running this country. That is sexy, I thought, to watch my man bringing his Oval Office conversation into my house, with my dad.
I pretend to listen while scooping the mashed potatoes into my mouth. Their conversations gets even intense when they reached the issues about scientist almost have a breakthrough on producing a battery that is safer, cheaper and store way more energy than the ones we are using now. I'm surprised the President has to dig into the technical areas too.
When dinner is over, I felt relieved and yet awakened to know that bedtime is approaching. If Derek could read my thoughts, I think he will become hardened within seconds.
The only thing that can suspend my wanton was my dad, he had something to discuss with me in his study. 'It's something I've been wanting to show you.' Brandon said in a grave mood. I wonder what is more scary than knowing I was adopted, maybe, to humor myself in such situation, I could pretend that my dad is going to tell me that I am actually their biological daughter.
So, halfway through waiting for Brandon to rummage his documents from the safe box, I receive a message from somebody whose level of sex drive could matched mine.
Derek: I swear I'm going to wet myself if you're not coming soon.
I sniffled a laugh and controlled my tendency to laugh.
Rachel: Believe me, I wish I had a speed of Flash, so I can storm into your room once I'm done.
Derek: What's the point of sex when you have to rush it? The point of sex is to build tension and released what you tried to hold back . The longer you resist, the more rewarding the release is.
I wanted to type a reply to him on how he develop a philosophy on sex so well that he should put it inside his biography as well, but dad seems to have found the folder and he paced towards me after confirming the folder was the right one.
'If you wonder what your mother left you.' He puts the folder in from of me and I took it without hesitation. Some of the most popular videos in YouTube is unboxing products. I should have record mine, because my expression is undeniable a bombshell when I read the headings of the documents.
I have a trust fund of four million dollars.
Four million.
Do you even know that I can build a bed using these four million dollar if I ever withdraw them as cash? Gosh, since when did I had this gold digger thoughts?
'You were actually eligible for it when you turned 18. But,' Brandon took off his glasses and rubbed his chin, like he doesn't want to mention about me leaving the house anymore.
'I have no idea.' I swallowed hard. Now I feel like Harry Potter when Hagrid took him to Gringotts Wizarding Banks, the unblinking eyes he had when he saw the inheritance that his parents left for him.
'What am I suppose to do with these money?' I leaned back to recuperate from my aftershock, four millions is really heavy.
'I'll get our lawyer to arrange for the funds to be transferred to you and you can decide what you want, Rach, you are still young, there's a long road ahead of you. By the way, what do you think about Hoffer's proposal.' Brandon is eager to hear my thoughts, I have no idea which one he is rooting for, working or not working for Derek.
'I reject his offer, dad. I never like office job, I would have apply for those boring job if I wanted, but flying is so much adventurous than a white collar.'
'Never thought about working for me as well?' Brandon has a cheeky grin on his face. Hypothetically, if the dinner was about me bringing my boyfriend home, the topic we would be talking about is what do you think about Derek? Or maybe are you happy with Derek? Unfortunately, Derek, to my dad, is only a business partner and nothing goes beyond that because the Derek Hoffer that my dad knows, is a man that has a wife.
'I still wants to work at the airline industry for a few more years before I decide to switch career.' Technically, I will work in the airline industry until Derek's term ends.
'I have a lot of new projects under my watch, technical industry is an ever changing industry. Every one second, new thing is developed and the rippling effects towards our lifestyle is significant.'
'So what makes you puts your hands into politics? Why would you sponsor Derek Hoffer?' I'm mildly, no, I am absolutely curious about my dad's decision.
'He is a man with vision, an ambitious man who dare to take this country at it's lowest, in terms of the recession, high unemployment rate and high deficit.'
We both look at the window on dad's study room, which gave a magnificent view of the lake at night.
'Is he a person we can trust?' I asked indirectly for his opinions about Derek.
'Politicians, Rachel.' His words wounded me a little. From the first day I met Derek, I told him that politician is the biggest liar, but what if, behind the curtain, he is a person who is highly committed and loyal?
'There must be something genuine about his passion when he choose to swear the oath.' I wanted to change Brandon's mind, and hope he would say something encouraging.
'I sponsored the finance because of business, Rachel. I can't put the work I have built, no, we have built, into the hands of the government who does not have the same vision as us. Your mother and I worked hard to get it started. Derek Hoffer happens to be the man who is five steps ahead of everyone else, in the world of technology, he is the most qualified President.'
'So, is that good?' I wanted a reaffirmation, either its a black or white, not something in between.
'For business, of course it is. Personality wise, he is a man of his words, that's is what I conclude so far.'
'I see.' My face tries to hide its satisfaction, I'm so glad my dad never ruined the night for Derek and me. At least, I am clear about something, my dad approves Derek, and that is enough.
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Once I get out of my dad's studies, I pace fast, and once I decide that he won't get to hear my stomping footstep, I decides to speed up.
I was greeted with a fine sight of my hot boyfriend leaning against my bedroom door, browsing with his iPad. Just like in college years, where the hottest guy with white t-shirt and a pair of jeans waits for you outside your dorm door.
'How did you know this is my room, it could be my dad's, you know.' I gave him the widest smile and I am not ashamed of that.
His eyes brightens up, like a huge torrential rain just showered over the Desert of Sahara, it give hopes and sparkles happiness. 'Hello, girlfriend. I'm turning fifty soon, and I'm still flirting like a young man.'
'Ouch, don't remind me that, I don't intend on changing your diapers anytime soon.' I make a frowning face at him.
Derek throws me an unbelievable face which makes me chuckles. 'Honestly, boyfriend, you don't look a day over forty, how did you do that?' I rubbed his stubble, the rough patch cause a friction on my palm, and I love that feeling, like I can begin to imagine what is it like to see him freshly shaven every morning.
'I was gifted with this face,' he pointed at his face, 'to lure you into my trap.' Once he is done saying that, both his hand glide down my butt and pulled me closer to him. Somehow, I felt something hard. 'Felt that? I'm still curious how are you able to do that to me every single time?' He kisses my lips.
'Really? Then it will be very inconvenient for you if I were to show up when you are giving a speech.' I put a seductive smile at him, at the same time, I was gloated.
'How long are you going to torture me by standing in this hallway?' His deep voice is commanding.
I took his hand where he left on my butt and lead him inside my room. 'Before, you come inside, you have to understand that whatever embarrassing things you are going to see, remind yourself that I was only sixteen when I left home.' I warn him.
'God! You uses dildo when you are only sixteen?' Derek pretend to be shocked. I laugh and smack his hand.
'I wish you ate the peanut butter!' I chuckles.
As we entered my pinkish room, it was dominated with Hello Kitty everywhere, the chair, the shelves, the carpet and the bed sheet.
'Pretends we are in Gallery hotel and the room we got is a Hello Kitty themed.' I sat on my study desk, where the pencil that I haven't touched for years is still standing on the pencil holder.
Derek explore the room, gawking up the ceiling down to the carpet, 'I promise I won't step on Hello Kitty's face.' He jokes. 'So, this is how you felt when you entered my room the other day.'
'That was different, you makes me sound like a gold digger.' I shrugged.
'White House isn't a permanent home. After I saw your house, I felt more like a gold digger, Rachel Woods.'
I chuckles. 'You came to meet my dad. What were you thinking?'
'That it was the best way to convince you that I am serious about us?' He gave a matter-of-fact expression.
I remained silent, those words he just said is circling in my head, like an unending echoes. It was sweet to hear, but I try not to think too much about that. He left me once, and I'm still trying to get over the bad experience.
Reality speaking, its still too early to be pinning hopes and throwing every hopes to Derek. It's unfair to both of us. We deserve to know each other better before forever comes.
'I hate you.' I said, which returns with a confused expression from Derek.
'Care to explain why?' He walk towards me, stopped as he reached my legs, where he pushes both my legs aside and slide himself him, I am now straddling him. His hand pulling up my long skirt. The feel of the fabric lifting up my leg sends jitters over me, especially when it was an intentional move by Derek to seduce me.
'You know how to spoil me.' I said softly all because he was so near that every breath I take, the molecule of his intoxicating scent followed inside my lung.
'Isn't that good?' His mouth touched my ear and I cringed. Something is slowly building up under me.
I remained silent to his question. Of course it is good, but I am afraid of the withdrawal effect if I ever lose him. I have the tendency to run from everything I am uncertain of, but staying this long with Derek has proven something that scares me, I love him so much. I don't want to tell him the three words, eight letters stuff, it might frighten him. I'll just let our story flow itself.
'What do you want for breakfast tomorrow?' I question him.
His eyebrows notches up. 'We just finished dinner and you are asking about breakfast already?'
'I want to do something domestic for you, not just your sex partner.' I pout my lips. Seriously, when I look into Derek's face, he is so attractive and mature. Mature and old is somehow different. Maybe I had a thing for older guy, but not the kind with saggy skins and droopy eyes. Derek is perfect, like a pasta al Dante.
'I'll just eat everything you make, Rachel.'
'I might put peanut butter if you let me decide.'
'How long do I have to wait for you to finally assassinate me?'
'For as long as you are mine.' I rubbed his nose against mine.
'I'm safe, then.' He plant a kiss on my lips. 'Rachel?'
'Yeah?'
'Can we have sex now? Old man can't wait that long.'
I chuckles and ordered him to carry me, which he gladly did.
'Can we have the condom ready first?' I asked.
'Its in my pocket.' He smirk.
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