Let's love each other
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A/N
If you would play the song while you read, it's gonna give you more feel. I wrote this part while listening to this song.
Rachel POV
'You okay?'
I turn back and saw Derek leaning against the door frame of his room, looking mildly concern. Of course he should be concern. I zip my cosmetic bag and place in inside my Marc Jacobs tote.
'Still a little shock, I guess? You?' I took my bag and walk towards him. Its going to be nine soon, the President has to earn for his living.
'Hmmm.' He folded his arms. I kissed his lips.
'When are you leaving for London?' I asked.
'This Friday. I thought you know nothing about politics?' He narrowed his eyes with a cheeky grin.
'I..I uhm, I changed.' I thought for a while. 'I wanna try my luck into flying with you to London.'
'General Zod. You've forgotten about him?'
I remained silent. I don't think that is what Derek wants to talk about. 'Derek?'
He place his forehead on mine and clasp his palm around my neck, pulling me close to him. 'Yeah?'
'Let's love each other.' I lifted my face to meet his. 'I love you. I don't know when did this feeling surfaced, but I think I love you. I wish we met first. I don't wanna jinxed it by saying too much, but the point is, I saw the possibility of us washing dishes and walking the dogs together in the house you bought.'
Derek looks at me, as I did. This time, I felt another raw emotion running through him. It's a whole new different kind of feeling he ignites in me. Slowly, he took my hand and gentle place it on his chest.
'Feel that?' He asked.
I nodded with a shy blush. I remembered he did that, in the bunker where we were dealing with life and death, well, figuratively, a terrorist attack concerns life.
'This heart is going to beat for you, until you say we are done. I'm getting older everyday, I might not look as hot as right now in ten years time.'
I picture another playback running in my mind right now as his beautiful blue eyes seen through mine, like every part of me, not just physically, but, every deepest valley of me is reflected to him. I imagined a scenario.
A scenario where there are bells, peonies, champagne flutes, whites...and rings.
'I love you.' I told him again. This time, with much more bursting effect from the butterflies in my stomach.
'I heard that, Rachel Woods, my ear is still working fine.' He burst with chuckles as he teased me.
I punched his chest and rolled my eyes, laughing along with him.
'I'll see you soon?' Derek asked, he is still unwilling to let me go.
'Of course, need I say much, boyfriend? We are going to behave like any other couple in love.' I smile. 'Call me.' I kiss his cheek and this is goodbye, for now, although I'm reluctant to leave him as well.
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Jason Statham a.k.a Joe, is driving me back home. I'm going to exercise my privilege since I earned the codename "Tores".
Derek: London calling. It's settled.
Rachel: You are very efficient, Mr. President. Can't wait to see you very soon.
Your Rachel.
Xoxo.
I wanted to write your dirty little mistress, but I'm not gonna use those words to represent myself anymore, I have upgraded my status. I hit send and the message flew to him, place my phone back to my bag and start thinking about what I have said with Grace. It's impossible not to recount what happened in the White House.
I've been wanting to get over this soon, so, when Derek told me that Grace Hoffer is here, I thought it's about time.
She hates me to the core. Her last words with me is definitely a threat. I won't be surprise if she will be present in the flight this Friday.
One thing I am sure, she will not exposed my relationship with Derek since it's not an advantage to her, Grace isn't a fool.
Joe stops the car in front of my apartment. As I steps down the car, I was greeted by a shabby dressed woman sitting at the pavement.
It can't be her, can it? How did she end up this pathetic?
Unkempt hair, shabby clothes, oily face, every definition of homeless all added together. Did she not went back to her parents' ?
'Sarah, is that you?' I was unsure if she has transformed into such manner. Few weeks ago when she showed up in my house, I asked the same question because I can't recognize her after the major transformation. Right now, I simply can't believe she has become such disheveled.
Sarah looks up to me, her eyes was listless and sunken. How many days has she been out there?
'Ma'am, everything alright?' Joe steps down from his SUV and approach me.
'She's my friend. Can you help me carry her to my house?' I almost beg him. I could have carry her back myself, when it was a few months ago, but right now, I don't think I can handle Sarah unless I have Hulk's equivalent of strength.
Joe nodded and lifted Sarah up effortlessly.
Effortlessly.
I will never doubt his ability to protect Derek anymore. He is Derek's Kevin Costner. We should have call him Kevin Costner instead of Jason Statham.
When we were inside the lift, nobody speaks. Except for Sarah. God knows what language she is mumbling and whining. Perhaps some native language she learnt from Afu's Kingdom, the man who lied to her that he is a Royalty.
I opened the door to my house swiftly so Joe can put her on my sofa soon. I don't want to take up anymore of his time, since his payroll came from the taxpayers.
'Thank you so much, your help is really, deeply appreciated, Joe.'
'I have to go, Ma'am, he is heading to the Pentagon.' Joe whispered, afraid Sarah might overheard the top secret message.
'Of course.'
Joe left the house and close the door for me. I went to the kitchen and made a cup of hot coffee for Sarah.
While waiting for the water to boil, I sat down on the floor, next to where she is. 'Do you wanna talk?' I ask softly, afraid she might burst up and punch me in the face.
'You wanna listen, now?' I sensed the sarcasm.
'Look, I never thought you would end up like this. Why haven't you go back to your parents'?'
She pursed her lips, and at the same time, the water is boiled.
'You wanna eat ramen or drink something, coffee, perhaps?' I offered her.
She looks down at her hand, as if she is dealing with her inner conflict.
'I have all sorts of Ramen, Japanese, Korean of Chinese, you just have to mention.'
'Japanese.' She said softly.
'Okay.'
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I let Sarah ate by herself while I check my flight schedule for this week inside my room. True enough, General Zod has secured my position to participate in the flight with Derek to London. And also, predictably, Grace Hoffer will be joining us.
Well, they will be meeting the Queen, of course they have to go together, it will boost their popularity for the re-election. I am not jealous.
I.Am.Not.Jealous.
I will not be jealous.
Christmas is coming. I should focus on Christmas Shopping since I am rich. I have four million dollar worth of asset. I can afford a Hermes now.
That's right, a Hermes is able to heal my jealousy. It's better to walk in the street with a Hermes even when your heart is shattered into smithereens.
'I've washed the cutlery, and I'll be leaving now.' Sarah knock on my door and speaks in a tone is not how she usually sound.
'You can stay here, Sarah, if you doesn't wanna go back to your parents'. I told her. I don't have the heart to send her away anymore.
'You said you wanna watch the tv and walked in the house naked, can you recall that now?' She is a little miffed, I can see it.
'Well, if you can stand my very abnormal lifestyle, you are welcome.' I shrugged. I'm prepared to sacrifice Derek crashing at my house, since I'm kind of free to roam the White House, I can really put up with that. 'We can shop for your new clothes now, if you want, I mean it's October, we can start our early Christmas shopping.' I shrugged.
'Well, I needed clothes for job interview anyway.' Sarah is embarrassed. This is novel. 'You never mentioned to me you had a boyfriend, I won't be so pissed at you for chasing me out if I knew you had such a hot ass boyfriend.'
Fuck. I remained stunned for a moment. 'Boyfriend?' I asked her. I don't think Sarah will know about Derek, its so impossible.
'The guy that just held me?' She looks puzzled.
'Oh!' I kind of exaggerated my expression after feeling relieved that she wasn't referring the hot ass boyfriend as Derek Hoffer. 'Uhm, nope,' I shake my head and wave my hand, 'he is not my boyfriend.'
'Really? Why did he send you home? He is really attentive when he talks to you.'
That's because I'm his boss's girlfriend.
'He is just a work colleague.' I try to find a suitable introduction for Joe.
'What a waste, he is really hot, like Channing Tatum kind of hot.'
'Precisely why he isn't my boyfriend, Channing Tatum isn't my cup of tea.' I off my laptop and headed to my closet while grinning secretly to myself thinking about my hot-ass-politician-boyfriend.
'Well, I need to burrow clothes from you, you don't wanna walk to the mall with me wearing these, do you?' Sarah shouted from the bathroom.
'See if I care.' I replied her.
Re-election. It's coming soon, really soon. I'm not sure if I can wait another four years for Derek if he were to win the election. Flying with him in Air Force One is a perk of my job. But other than that, I might have a plan on continuing my law degree.