Freshly showered, I came out of the bathroom and sat on the couch.
"You can rest now, Captain Smith," he told me with a cool voice. "Mr. President, my room is not equipped like the hospital. There's no button that you could press whenever you need something," I answered him which made him look at me with surprise. "The guards are just outside and standing guard at the door and I can easily call them if I need something," he replied, implying that there's no need for me to stay. I shook my head to deny him. "I'm sorry, Mr. President for not obeying this time. I have to make sure you don't run a fever tonight." Frowning, he said, "Are you sure, it's just okay with you?" "Don't worry, Mr. President. I'm used to it," I answered with a light chuckle. He probably forgot that I was a doctor. He was about to lie down and I heard him whimper. I rushed toward the bed. "Careful, Mr. President."I helped him lay down on the bed. The grimace of pain on his face was still there after he laid down on the bed. "Mr. President, your wound is still fresh and you should be careful when moving," I lifted his hospital gown to see if his wound was bleeding. I caught the shock on his face when I lifted his hospital gown. But brushed it off as I have to check his injury. "Good thing it didn't bleed," I pulled down his hospital gown right after making sure his injury didn't bleed. I continued to speak when he was silent. "Please, have patience, Mr. President. I promise to make it possible for you to be able to move freely in three days and be back to the capital in under two weeks." He didn't say a word and just closed his eyes. "Good night, Mr. President," I said and switched off the lights only leaving the wall lamp beside the coach but made it dim. I took my McBook and opened my e-mail. General Rossini had e - mailed me the president's medical history so I could plan his diet. The president is in pretty good shape. He rarely got sick. Making a diet plan for his fast recovery wouldn't be that hard. Planning the president's diet took me three hours. By the time I finished planning, my neck and back were a little stiff, so I rubbed my neck and stood to stretch my stiff back. Quitely, I approached the bed and checked his temperature. Having a fever would mean that his injury got infected, I heaved a sigh of relief when his temperature indicated that he has no fever. Taking care of the head of state isn't something I could take lightly. Even when tending to an ordinary person I had always been conscientious. Andrei's POVSleep evaded me because of her presence in the room. As if being bewitched, I stared at her while she busily types on the keyboard. The way she arched her brows whenever she stopped and thought for a while before typing again fascinated me. She rubbed her neck and stretched. She put her arms upward and her top went up almost to her mid torso. Her waist was so small and the curve of her hips was alluring. I didn't notice that she was wearing a blouse and a hipster. She has a beautiful body Incredulity spread across my heart as I found myself staring at the woman for the entire three hours. Not even Stella made me this way, even when I was head over heels for her.I closed my eyes when she headed towards the bed and pretended to be asleep. She took my temperature, after which she went back to the couch.Tara's POV All through the night, I went back and forth to the bed and the couch to check on the president's temperature. When I laid on the couch, I didn't know when I drifted to sleep. Bursting sun rays lit the horizon at the time I opened my eyes. Quite energetic, despite my lack of sleep, I approached the president with light footsteps so I wouldn't disturb him. I broke into a smile as he hadn't developed a fever. I'm not fond of wasting time, so I rushed to the bathroom and had a quick shower before heading to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for the president. Tiptoeing, I entered the room, but I felt like a thief that was caught red handed when our eyes collided. As quick witted as I am, I was able to pull myself together right away and greeted him cheerfully, "Good morning, Mr. President." "Morning," he answered back, his face and voice devoid of warmth. His lack of warmth had not in the least offended me. Appreciated or not, I am here to do my duty to the head of state. This is my responsibility as a citizen of Narani. I went out to push in the food trolley with his breakfast. Expecting that he would be able to eat by himself, I placed the food in front of him and turned to leave. "Feed me," his low and cold voice sounded from my back. My lips twitched and I smiled faintly before returning to my calm facade.I turned to him and approached the bed and did as he ordered. Knowing that he was a neat freak, after feeding him, I led him to the bathroom and left him there.For me not to appear like a nagging wife, I refrain from reminding him to be careful with his injury. With his intellect, I know he knew what he should do and shouldn't be doing. While I was cleaning his upper body, out of the blue he asked me, "Do you have a boyfriend?"The feeling of having your wound poke by others isn't enjoyable. Hiding the hurt in my eyes, I didn't look up to him and continued cleaning his body. Suddenly, I felt his fingers slide under my chin, tilting my head up. Helplessly, I looked at him. His cold gray eyes were not as cold as they used to be. Lost for words, my mouth opened and closed like a fish, unable to speak. "Did you hear me?" He asked after a moment of silence. Out of nowhere he asked me about this. And wasn't prepared to be asked such a question. Particularly, from him. Never did it cross my mind that he would ask me something like this. We were not close to begin with, how could he ask something personal? "Answer me," he said in a coaxing tone which disabled my reluctance. I nodded but bowed my head, trying to evade but he held my chin firmly, not letting me avoid his gaze. He held my gaze with his and my breath caught up in my throat. "I want your word not your nod," he said with a magnetic voice.
Without my help, Roman wouldn't manage to land a managerial position in my uncle's company. I doubted that he would manage to get to that position. When asked by my uncle what engagement present I would like from him and because I was blindly in love with Roman, I asked my uncle for Roman's promotion. I remember my uncle's shock at that time which he quickly covered with a grin and said, "Of course, I will do as my favorite niece asked me." "No, that's not true," Roman denied it But I knew he was eyeing the position of the CFO as he said it when I came to pick him up at the bar because he could not drive. In his drunkenness he blurted it out. I was planning to ask my uncle to give him that position, however my uncle was away for a long business trip. The night of my uncle's return to the country, I went to Roman's apartment to tell him that we were going to my uncle's villa. I drove to his apartment and planned to wait for him there since it was still early. The lights of his
Gray piercing eyes captivated me. As if he had taken me into a different world where we were the only people who existed. He lifted his hands and used the pad of his thumb to brush my lower lip. "You are so beautiful," he said with a hoarse voice. He slid his hand on my neck and slid up to the back of my head. "Mr. President, General Rossini is here," a voice came from the outside. That voice seemed to destroy the world we were in and brought us back to reality. Embarrassed, I stood up and straightened my clothes and then I propped him up with pillows on his back so he could sit comfortably. General Rossini gave me a look as if he already guessed what had occurred a while ago. I hurriedly took my leave after greeting him. My heart beat only came back to normal after I had drank cold water. Did he want to kiss me? Impossible. He wouldn't take interest in me. I don't know if I was right. Or I was just over thinking. I'm not his type. The woman I saw in his room that night w
I didn't notice that two months had flown by quickly as we got so busy in the base. One night, Major Kavanaugh went knocking at the door of my quarter. "Captain Smith, please follow me," I followed him without question as I trusted this comrade. Seeing that we are drawing near the quarter where the president stayed during his surprise inspection, my body stiffened. My heart was restless but I reasoned that he can't be here because I never heard that he came. So, I calmed down. "Go inside," Major Kavanaugh said. Reluctantly, I reached for the knob and twisted it before pushing the door. My feet were rooted on the floor upon seeing the familiar back of a man. He's here! "Don't just stand there, come in and close the door behind you," his voice that was like a cielo resounded in my ears. I missed this voice.The last time I heard his voice was at the party, the night he proposed marriage to me. After that night, I never heard from him. I deduced that he was just jesting. "Tar
NarratorThat night, two bodyguards who stood next to the closed door, looked at each other. Their eyes were dancing with mischief as they heard Tara whimpering. "Mr. President, please," her voice sounded hoarse and alluring. Dawn was breaking in when the whimpering of the woman inside the room gradually subsided. The sun was beginning to rise when the door flung open. Emerging from the room, the man who had dark circles under his eyes, a visible proof that he didn't sleep a wink was already dressed and ready to leave. Judging from his appearance the guards need not to rack their brains to guess what took place inside the room. The bodyguards looked down to hide their smirk. The president couldn't resist the beauty who was begging for his help. They wanted to talk about what happened however they kept it to themselves because they knew better than to gossip about the president. Tara's POVI was startled when I opened my eyes to an unfamiliar room. Realizing that it was the
By six in the evening, we left the base and flew by a chartered plane. I was surprised when I got out of the plane. We landed at the biggest airport in the nation at the heart of the capital city. I did not ask my superior and followed him obediently, feeling I was being led to be slaughtered. A car was already waiting for us. The driver opened it for us and I hopped in after General Rossini went into the car. After a while the car was out of the airport and joined in the traffic. Having been sleepless the night before, I got drowsy and I couldn't stop my head from nodding. Unknowingly, I drift off to sleep. The next thing I knew I was inside a luxurious room. "You're awake," I heard a magnetic voice. It's been a while since I heard that voice. My body tensed up and I looked away hiding my nervousness from his prying eyes. I felt the bed dipped which just heightened my edginess. Him sitting beside me while I lay on the bed made the space crowded, although the bed was huge.
After I had my shower. I was directed toward the dresser and had me sit on the bench. The make up artist began to apply primer on my face. The people being hired to doll me up were Astranian expats. They didn't knew that I could understand them. They were discussing that my so-called date must be a filthy rich guy who would spend a fortune just being his partner for a birthday party. So, the wedding was secret. At that moment I was so conflicted that I didn't really know what I wanted and how I felt. They chatter about me and the anonymous rich man while dolling me up. I had no idea how much time was spent dolling me up. It was like eternity. I was all set when Major Kavanaugh showed up in the hotel presidential suite. His eyes squinted as he looked at me. "You look stunning, madam," he bowed, showing me deference. "Major Kavanaugh, I'm still the same Captain Smith, your comrade," I said when he held my hand and put it at the crook of his arm. "You are above us now madam, b
I looked down at my feet to conceal my sadness. We just got married and he was already leaving. Andrei might be getting revenge as I have continually rejected him. Now, I know his pain. How I wish, I could bring back the past and change how I responded to him. "Don't be sad," Major Kavanaugh said. "The president has an urgent matter to do." I fixed my expression and forced myself to smile before looking up. He chuckled. "Don't force yourself to smile, you don't look good." The journey back to the hotel, Major Kavanaugh cracked jokes to brighten up the rather somber mood inside the car. I have seen Major Kavanaugh in a different light today. He was known to be reserved and taciturn.His presence doused me with his warmth driving away the coldness around me because of my husband's apparent rejection. "I have to get going, call the front desk if you need anything," Major Kavanaugh patted my head and turned on his heels and left. Left alone, the luxurious and spacious suite bec