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
Completely losing my appetite after seeing the news, I discontinued eating my chips. I was glad that I had eaten the burger prior to the news. I didn't linger at the burger store as I used to do. Before heading back to the hotel, I wandered aimlessly. My mind was filled with Andrei. And my heart was in chaos. I regretted the day I decided not to leave and wanted to have a glimpse of him. It was my curiosity that led me to my present misery. I should have left the base that day and not met him. Thinking of it, even if I left that day. Meeting him was inevitable because he was attacked by a bear and it happened near my house. It must be my fate to meet him. And it must be my fate to be heartbroken the second time around. Roman had broken it the first time and now, it was Andrei. Unknowingly, I reached the park and saw a co
There was little surprise on his face when he turned and saw me. But quickly regained his composure. I, on the other hand, was having a hard time composing myself. "Ms. Smith," he said, his voice void of affection. A stinging sensation blanketed my heart. "Who is she, Andrei?" Stella asked while she possessively wrapped her hands at Andrei's bicep. I want to drag her away from my husband. I waited for his answer but wished I had not heard his answer. "She's the new dietitianselected by the ministers." "Why did you change your dietitian all of the sudden? Stefano had been by your side before you became the president," she pouted and glared at me, while she laid her head on Andrei's shoulder. I was anticipating for Andrei to push her head away but he didn't. Wearing an indifferent expression, I stared at the coup
Tara's POVLeaving my husband's suite, I couldn't help my mind from going wild. This was because I know of his philandering ways. Different scenes of them having intimate moments bombarded my mind. I took a deep breath and took a hold of myself.Reminding myself that I shouldn't let this thing bother me and distract me from my work. Making mistake at work would discredit me and would hurt my dignity. And I wouldn't let this happen. So, I didn't let my emotion drive me and the next second my mind was clear. Meeting my husband's outgoing dietitian was indeed helpful as he knew exactly what my husband's preference regarding food. And his attending physician was also there and gave me a brief medical history of my husband. My husband was also health conscious like Roman and they have the same food preferences. It was like all my learning and
My heart jumped. It was like I was having a heart attack. There was something in his eyes that I couldn't decipher while he looked at me. I did not dare to speak. I know with my fast beating heart, my voice would likely tremble. That would just give away how nervous I am. I don't want to hear from him that I was acting as if I was still a virgin. My innocence was taken by this man while I was under the influence of drugs. I don't even have a single memory of that night I slept with him. "Good night," he said and turned his back on me. What a relief! However, I was saddened that he slept with his back facing me.Didn't he like to face me? Am I unpleasant to look at? Dismayed, I covered myself with the comforter and turned my back on him. I didn't know how much time I spent sulki