Sometimes you think having a lover in your life could lift away all your loneliness.
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Rachel POV
I saw this coming.
I have visioned it even before it arrived.
It was countable with my fingers about the time I get to meet Derek this month.
Two.
Last month was better, three.
As the re-election campaign starts, it felt like I am dating a virtual boyfriend. Well, because I saw Derek on the screen more than actually seeing him in real life.
Sometimes you think having a lover in your life could lift away all your loneliness. But, the thing is, it makes the loneliness even unbearable. I question myself if this symptoms I'm facing is called "clingy", or is it just a natural respond over missing someone else's too much.
I can't differentiate anymore. It's only May and I am dreading. I fill up more work schedule just to keep my loneliness in control, and more chances of meeting Derek.
Yes, a couple of times I did get the schedule to fly with him, but he was too engrossed in his meeting with Gavinski that I decide to leave him alone.
Plus, it's the most sensitive period, I have to protect Derek, the incident of Long Island should not repeat again.
'Whoa, that butt is out of this world, saw the comment in Twitter?' Sarah brought me out of deep-Derek-thought while I was brewing Earl Grey tea for our Sunday afternoon. This tea alone cost me eighty bucks, I bought it from London two weeks ago when I fly with Derek during the meeting The Queen.
'What butt?' I asked, feeling nonchalant about it. The steam thicken with the aroma of Earl Grey calms my mind, definitely worth the money.
'Our President's butt, Derek Hoffer's butt. You work for him, did you not notice his butt?' Sarah showed the picture of Derek's perfectly sculpted ass that has the internet swooning over.
'Well,' I perused at the picture, shrugged and pretend not to be a bit affected at all.
Of course I saw his butt, and the things in the circumference of his butt as well. I saw it it fresh, raw, touched them and felt them. If Kit Harrington butt aced the golden ratio, Derek's would be a diamond ratio. I'm not sure where that concept came from, but diamond is absolutely more valuable than gold.
'Oh my gosh, I would really want to squeeze those stuff.' Sarah said approvingly.
I muffled my grin, clear my throat. 'Help yourself to the tea, and biscuits, like you usually would. I need to uhm, use the bathroom.' I walk away hastily after placing the biscuits I bought in London onto the coffee table.
Once I entered the bathroom, locked the door, I took my phone out and began to text my boyfriend.
Rachel: You break the internet today...with your ass. Have you seen the news yet? Xoxo
I hit send and dread a little. The thing that bothers me pretty much these few months was that, I had to put up with his late reply. I mean, sometimes, he took three days to reply my text.
Things is just going really heavy for me. It's already five months, I felt like half of my year is wasted on waiting for his text, waiting for his call and waiting to finally see him face to face.
And the worst part, most of the time, we had to cancel the plan. There were just too many debates and speeches that he needed to prepare for.
I watched all the show that has Derek on, even when I know nothing about politics, at least all I can do is support him.
I hate to watch Grace in the show, acting they were all perfect. But I cannot deny that she is smart and eloquent. She answers the question from interviewers fluently. I hate myself even more.
As the thing gets tough, I realized there is lesser thing we can talk about in this situation. We never had time to talk about stars, flirty talks, flaunting how damn rich I am and jokes about whoever is growing old faster.
I felt being pulled away from Derek. I felt like a child who is being force to grow up, Peter Pan is doing just fine, why should I?
And the intimacy part, I realized that I am going through some sort of celibacy. The sex thing wasn't going normal. Of the ten boxes of condom I have restock, I haven't even finish a box of it. I could have given it to Sarah, she might need it, I am not sure.
Right now, although I hate to admit it, but I know all to well that he isn't going to reply me anytime soon. Disappointment has been a familiar feeling I have been experiencing. With a heavy heart, I walk out from the bathroom.
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'Happy Birthday, Rachel!' Dolores and the other flight attendants took me by huge surprise. I wasn't expecting a cake, without candle though, we aren't allowed to light fire in the plane, what's more, this is a freaking Air Force One.
'How did you manage to smuggle this in!' I was still caught up by this amazing treatment.
'I have my ways.' Dolores said smugly, but I really love her for that.
'Make a wish Rachel, I'll hold this virtual candle for you.' Corbin took out his phone, showing an image of the big '30' image on his screen. Damned, I am thirty years old this year. The others were laughing at the idea of virtual candle. It looks stupid but I'm going to put up with that.
'Can't miss me out, can you?'
The crowd dispersed, making a way for the person who said that to came forth.
'Mr. President.' They all greeted.
My heart strike a hard beat. I blush, and my nerves were struggling not to laugh widely. I was beyond words, missing him too much, I formed a symptoms called Derek-Deprivation-Disease. The triple D.
'Its nice to have celebration up in the sky once in a blue moon. Happy Birthday, Rachel.' Derek proffered his hand and I took it without hesitation.
'Thank you, Mr. President.' I said. He placed one of his hand inside his pocket, another one gestured for me to proceed with the celebration.
'So, what am I suppose to do with the virtual candle?' I shrugged.
'Forget about the candle, just slice the cake already.' Dolores ordered.
'We bought a gift for you.' Corbin announced excitedly. 'Captain Linton choose it.' Corbin winked at me and the rest of the stewardess made a swooning sound.
I peered at Derek, who appears to look unaffected, he remains cool and calm. What was he thinking? I need to ask him later when I get the chance.
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'Mr. President?' I knocked on his door twice. Joe let me pass through the alley freely.
When he isn't answering the door, I just took the authority to open the door myself. I mean, secretly, we have seen each other naked, that is how much privacy have been intruded. I don't think I needed to wait for his approval to enter the room.
'Your dinner is ready.' I entered, Derek wasn't anywhere that I can see. I place the tray on the table, shut the door with my leg and peered everywhere for him.
'I miss you.'
I felt his grab wrapping my waist from behind. I jumped, petrified with this unexpected surprise.
'Damned, Derek, I could have punch you.'
'I don't mind. You have no idea how much I want to be touch by you.' He kiss my hair, trailing all the way down to my neck.
'Derek, you know what's gonna happen when you kiss my neck.' I breathe harder, feeling the chemicals reacting below my belly. I grab whatever I can hold to stabilized myself.
'Exactly.' He said, reaching for the hem of my skirt, pulling it upwards gingerly.
'God, no. This is too dangerous.' I turn to him, but my hand wasn't stopping him.
'Joe is outside, he will guard the door for us.'
'What if people starts questioning? It's suspicious when I stay inside this room for too long.' I protested.
'Just tell them we had a talk about your birthday and stuff, and put in your father's name as well, they won't question further then.' He reached for my lips, kissing it passionately.
'I am going to regret this.' I was still hesitant about this, but my triple D symptoms is acting up. I was so deprived with everything about Derek. I reached for his hair, squishing it like I haven't touched for years. His stubble were creating a friction against my palm when I touched them.
'We'll do this quickly, alright?' He looked at my eyes. I nodded dreamily, there isn't anyway that I can get away from Derek right now.
He grabbed me up, carried me all the way his bed. 'This is a first for me.' He said, without further ado, he send his hand inside my skirt, pulling all the garments inside out. My stockings, together with my black lace underwear were driven out with his hand.
This is crazy. Having mile high club inside Air Force One, its like an impossible mission.
I unbuttoned my shirt, time is crucial, and I won't be expecting any slow mellow sex. Derek unbuckle his belt, I heard a zip sound when I was busy with my bra hook.
He spread my leg, we were both dressed but in a disheveled manner, a total havoc. I felt his erection, so still and solid, as if it was all ready under the stimulation of quicky sex.
One thrust and I gasped, it hurts for a while. I grabbed the fabric of his bed. 'Are you okay?' Derek faces on top of me, cupping my cheek with a hint of worry in his eyes.
'Be gentle.' I told him.
Derek seems to understand the uncomfortable feeling I am experiencing. He pulled out from me, instead of continuing with what he was doing, he began to stimulate my breast. I felt the warm of his tongue flicking against my nipples, sucking and nibbling. He bites it, which creates even more euphoric feeling in me.
I breathe harder again. This time I was ultimately under his spell. 'Now, Derek.' I held his arm.
'Are you sure?' He asked, breathing hard as well.
I nodded, assuring him I will be okay.
I close my eyes, spreading my leg for him, and when he thrust in the second time, it feel better, good, actually. I needed him. I needed him to do this to me, to make up for all the time I misses him. I needed him close to me, to ease away all the insecurities I felt all the time.
He entered me fast, unforgivingly pounding me with all the strength he has. While I was engross with the stimulants that is building up, he took both my hand, place it on top of me, so I am not able to move. Derek is more of a dominant in sex, he enjoys watching me being submissive to him.
He made a moaning voice through his gritted teeth as his climax build up, pulled out halfway and I felt betrayed and empty somehow. We wasn't using any protection, thus, he had to remove before his release gets into my body.
I watched him struggling with the excessive pleasure riding over him, it was a fine sight, and comforting as well to know that I was the one who does it to him. He breathing slows down and collapsed on top of me.
I lay there, watching him recovering. Somehow, I felt his hand gliding up my thighs. 'Thought I would be that selfish, Rachel Woods?' His breathing is still heavy, but it made his voice even sexier.
Derek lay on top of me, shifting his body a little. His thumb were pressing against my clitoris, the next thing I felt, his finger roaming up my entrance. I gasped. I tighten my muscle over there to make the friction even more significant.
Derek hasten his speed, pounding furiously, repeatedly.
I close my eyes, feeling the bursting climax reaching. I grab Derek's hair, motioning for his lips to touch mine. I kiss him even harder when my orgasm arrived. The only way to prevent myself from shouting was to shut my mouth with his lips.
'I might the one the one regretting, if we never do this.' Derek managed to smile as he try to regain composure.
'I have to leave.' I catch my breathe. Derek props his elbow and raise himself away from me.
'I'll see you in Da Nang.' Derek kiss my lip one more time after we got dressed. I look at the mirror one more time to make sure that my appearance doesn't look like post-coital-mess.
I put on a joker face when I shut his door. Surveilling the environment, nobody except Joe was there. He was reading the papers with his sunglasses on.
What's with this guy and his sunglasses, I questioned myself. Maybe his sunglasses is x-ray enhanced. Oh God, that's worst if he is able to see through the wall.
I walked pass Joe, ignoring the fact that he knew exactly what just happened inside.
A/N
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http://www.futurescopes.com/romance/affairs-and-infidelity/3938/marriages-end-divorce-after-affair-statistics