Alyssa entered the room hesitantly. She felt his eyes pinning her from the moment she closed the door behind her. She leaned against it not taking another step towards him. “Alyssa…” He broke the silence, “Really? You’re going to stay there?” He enquired leaning against his office desk. He looked powerful, handsome and confident. Just like she’d remember him.
“We promised. You promised.” She said lowering here eyes to the ground and sighing. “You’re President now. This cannot happen.” She met his eyes and the tension became thicker. Every time their gazes locked it was as if a lightning stroke.Alyssa had met Richard during his service as Senator three years ago. He had already been 4 years into his marriage and tired from the pretense of a happy husband. He loved his wife. But he was not in love with her. He viewed as an ally of his, of his political dreams and goals. They met through a mutual friend, the Vice President, known as Erik Collins, a fervent supporter of Davis. Alyssa had just come back from her service in Iran when Homeland Security approached her. She had been gathering intel for her country. She was a secret agent. Because of her studies in International Relations and Crisis Management and her long years of work in CIA and US Army, she was the perfect candidate for Director of US Secret Service. She contacted her friend Erik knowing well that he would help her build her political image. And when she went to visit him in the Senate, during campaigning, she met Richard.“Aly. Come on. Come here.” He motioned to his side but she refused shaking her head. When he stalked towards her, she slithered away to the middle of the room.“No.” She breathed heavily touching her stomach which swirled every time he was around her. “They are cameras in here Richard. Engraved in the ceiling. A Secret Service agent reviews the footage every day.” He took a step closer. And another. She jolted backwards. “Everyone will know. Your career will be over. Our careers will be over.” He cornered her against his desk and his chest.“Good thing you’re the Director and have the power to delete it then.” He planted a soft kiss on her neck and she squirmed.“Richard… stop. Stop!” She pushed him off trying to resist every instinct in her body telling her not to. He towered over her. Her forehead rested on his chin as she regained her breath.“Tell me you want this to be over.” He breathed against her hair, leaning over neck as he breathed out, “Say it, Aly.”Her toes curled in the heels and the tension became too much to bear as a groan escaped her. “Mr.President,” she put her hand in his chest gently putting some space between them, “You need to get ready for the inauguration ball.” She gulped. “Your wife will be expecting you.”“Aly… Aly please.” He took hold of her wrist. The touch burned with passion. His eyes were begging her to give in and so did her heart as it shred to pieces. She had been smiling at the First Lady this morning. She had managed to hide her face from her sight before the elections but now…“I need to leave.” She headed to the door. “Jayson will be escorting you to the ball tonight. I have to work on the designations of some agents.” The door handle twisted in her hand.“Meet me at our spot after the Ball.” Richard’s footsteps approached. He halted. “Promise me.”“Enjoy your evening,” she opened the door regaining her posture, “Mr.President.”The hours passed as she settled into the office room on the left of the oval room. A internal door connected the rooms. It gave immediate access to the President in case of emergency. She took off her heels and kicked them aside. Alyssa was one that did her research good and prepared months before, so when she told Richard she had to work on designations, they both knew it was an obvious lie. She took her hair off and wiggled her fingers through the scalp. She was just about to go find herself some liquor when Erik entered her office.“I was just leaving. You sure you don’t want to come? Slip into something severely less comfortable?” He chuckled and she smiled sniffling to hold back her watering eyes. Erik didn’t know. He knew but he didn’t know. Not to the full extent. He knew enough to know what made Mr. Davis have a bad day or be unwilling to cooperate with him.“I’m fine. But you’re not. The blonde journalist from the Press Secretary Office will be annoyed at you being late.” Erik smirked.“You know everything don’t you?” He asked in a half-amazed half-curious manner. I nodded winking at him and proceeded to exit the room.“Where are you going?”“To find something strong enough to make me forget everything I know.” She chuckled at him throwing her hands in the air in frustration. Sometimes knowing too well and too much was exhausting.Finally, after 20 minutes of roaming the kitchen she found a Chardonnay wine and popped it open downing it from the bottle not bothering to use a glass. Drops of wine glided down her neck sulking on the dress’s neckline. She did not care.She walked back to her office and sank in the couch opening the TV. His face was everywhere. Every channel has his smile on display, their first dance, their second dance, every goddamn dance. She envied what Katherine had. She envied that she had the one thing she wanted. But it was hers. He was Katherine’s before he was hers. She was the bad guy here.She downed more wine until her head grew dizzy and her mood became tipsy and giggly. She checked the hour, 10.56 PM. She heard the limousine in the driveway. He was back. The escort of SUVs followed. She heard Katherine’s laugh from the window. She needed a cigarette.Alyssa reached for her back pulling out her circumstantial cigarette package that had become a necessity since Richard. Putting her heels and coat on, she headed towards the South Lawn, in a dark corner close to edge of building covered by an old sycamore tree. She smoke. The smoke feeling her lungs made her breathe again. An oxymoron. But the oxygen she shared with him made her more breathless than the destructive habit of smoking.She let her head fall back exhaling the smoke. Through the leaves, the night sky appeared in all its midnight glory. Well not yet midnight technically. The stars. So beautiful. She’d miss those when she had been down there in Iran. Missed the feeling of home. She stepped on the cigarette putting it off.Suddenly, she felt two hands wrapping around her waist. She knew his perfume, his scent, his touch and his breath. She had memorized him like the lyrics of a song you want but can’t forget. She was too exhausted to care and so she didn’t fight as he buried his face at the crouch of her neck. “I wanted to dance with you.” He said in a breathless tone.The coldness of her military discipline crumbled like a pile of cards at his words. He had that effect on her. A tear dripped down her chin and she was quick to wipe it away. “Aly?” His eyebrows furrowed in worry as more tears followed. Maybe it was the wine or the dances or just the damn luck of the mall. He turned her around and pushed his forehead against hers.“You should have waited for me.” She whispered. “You should have waited for me.” She repeated again. Richard clung onto her as if she was the only thing keeping him alive.“I belong to you, Aly.” He cupped her face forcing her to meet his eyes.“No. You don’t. You belong to the people. You’re the leader of the free world. You’re the President of the USA. You belong to everyone before you do to me, Richard.” Her voice was sharp as a knife yet it spoke the truth. Richard knew it but he couldn’t let her go. He couldn’t let her go. He just couldn’t let her go.“So this is the end?” He asked with a heartbreaking tone. “How can this be the end when you’re literally the one person supposed to be with me at all times?” He tightened his grip around her hands.“It has to be.” She locked his gaze with hers. “We have to try.” He let her hands go. His grip loosened and his hand retreated to his sides.“If that’s what you want.” He took a step back.“What I want?!” She asked frustrated boring her eyes to his. “You’re a husband. You have a wife for God’s sake! A wife that I’m supposed to be looking in the eye from now on! I can’t smile at her while I reek off your perfume!”“Don’t you think I know that?!” He said back with his eyes glistening with the threat of tears. “I hate that cheating on her with you feels like a fresh breath of air! I hate that you’re the only thing I can think of! Constantly!”Alyssa went to walk away but he reached out to her wrist pulling her back abruptly and in one motion slamming his lips on hers. The kiss had the salted taste of her tears while Richard savored the only moment that made him feel alive. He bit his lower lip backing away. She shook her head in disbelief. And rushed back inside leaving him standing alone under the sycamore.It had been a week since the President entered the White House and the Congress as well as the Senate expected his plan of change. The plan that he’d promise to execute during his campaigning. Richard had been working sleeplessly with the Chief of Staff to appoint the right people in the right positions and back Senators in their election. The Cabinet had already formed. The Vice President, Erik Collins, would arrive today to go through the plan and offer his opinion and counseling on it. Richard and Erik were good friends, aware of each other’s relationship of dependency. “We need to do something big. Something innovative that will show the world why they voted for you, Mr. President.” Veronica Lee, the Chief of Staff, said noting down.“Yes. The worlds needs peace. Education and immigration are good side pieces but not what’s going to make it on the front page.” Erik agreed. Richard sat across from him in the couch, looking deep in thought. With conflict in Ukraine and the tensions
Alyssa walked down the street with her heart a little lighter since she left his office and stormed into her car. However, she still has work to do if she was going to get the Chief of Staff of the US Army or as briefly known the General to confess his crimes to her. This crime at least. Who knows how many he’d had to confess if she asked all of them. Patriotic crimes.She fished her phone out of her purse and turned her head slightly to nod at the two men following her. The one ring the limousine to come and they’d wait where they had dropped her off exactly. Alyssa found the contact of the Chief of Staff. She didn’t remember his name. It sounded bad but it was the truth. Fortunately for her, they know each other and he wouldn’t take it personally knowing her.She dialed his number and waited for his to answer as she took in her surroundings. She was 15 minutes away from the White House and half an hour from the closest Presidential safe house. If something were to happen she would h
Alyssa was pushing her panties up and patting her dress down when Richard unlocked the door. It had been almost an hour. Her desk was a mess and she hissed at him to not open the door until she got that fixed. “Help me.” She ordered and he did as told. The President of the US kneeled collecting documents at his mistress’s wish. That’s how much she had over him.She tidied the desk arranging the computer wires and the keyboard whilst Richard staffed the papers and pens and pencil cases cautiously. He knew Alyssa was an organization freak and he remembered to leave everything as it was. Her shoes had rolled off to the edge of the wooden desk leg and she was quick to slide her feet in there as he flanked the door open. Carl appeared unfazed and he nodded at Alyssa before escorting the President outside of the room.She sank to her seat and checked the time. She would have to meet with the General in an hour. That meant that Richard would already have resigned to the East Wing with his wi
Alyssa woke up next day in the warmth of her sheets at the sound of her alarm. It was 5AM. She was to get to the White House with the first ones and leave with the last ones. Everyday the House was checked for potential invasions, violations of the security protocols. She jumped into the shower and turned on the water running hot to cleanse the sins off her skin as images of the previous day played in her mind. Richard's face between her legs flashed in her mind and she closed her eyes burying her face under the pouring water. Soon enough she was out of the shower and in her bedroom picking out her outfit. She opened her closet and took out a white suit with a silver satin blouse inside. She put it on and paired it with black and white heels. She pulled her hair back in a high ponytail and hide her eyes behind her glasses. Alyssa carried mostly Tom Hilfiger. She took her favorite black and white bag and fished her phone from the covers. The limousine was waiting outside her house
Preparations were being made for the President’s trip to New York to the UN Headquarters. Alyssa had been buried in work the past week setting officers to their posts, spies to their hidden locations and snipers to every building surrounding the headquarters and the President’s hotel. They would all follow him everywhere along the way. She had organized a team of around 40 people to escort him with her in it too. She’d become his shadow for the following days.Alyssa strutted down the corridors of the White House with her phone on her ear mumbling orders for stakeouts and warehouses in New York as well as the booking of the whole hotel for the President. She’d settle for four out of the ten floors. She ordered already 20 of the escort team to travel there and check the facilities of the hotel, the exits, the rooms, everything.Richard was also closed off in the Oval Room with the Vice President, Chief of staff and head of international relations to prepare him for the conference. The
Alyssa stood on the South Lawn with her suitcase beside her gazing at the morning sky. The breeze caressed her skin and for the first time after long periods of hiding and living in the glimpses of stolen moments with Richard, she felt somewhat free. Her phone in hand, it dinged to tell her that the president was here. The jet had landed there waiting for them. She’d cried so much last night that her eyes had turned dry. She heard him from her office next door smashing glasses before he headed off to the East Wing, to his wife, to his official life. She wore a black right dress with her hair let down to fall on her shoulders. Her heels were replaced with boots so she could move more quickly if the safety of the President was compromised. The leader of the free world arrived and the Secret Service escorted him first to the jet. He looked aloof and that’s when she noticed the limp in his walk. He was drunk. It was 7AM. She followed and boarded shortly after him. Cal taking her suitcase
After they’d settle at the hotel, Alyssa went on to inform the press Secretary of White House of the President’s safe arrival in New York and send a few pictures of him smiling from her journalists connections in the city. She’d leave her suitcase on the side of her bed as she took out her laptop and work papers from her bag and put them on the office in the small living room of the hotel room. They’d put her in a junior suite. She was two floors down from the Presidential suite where Richard was. She looked at the time on her phone. 14 PM. She had time to take a shower and relax a bit before she needed to assemble the rest of the service agents to inform them about their placement in the Leaders of the World dinner the president had to attend. She took off her clothes and sighed in relief taking her bra off. Airplanes drained her. He had drained her. She stepped into the shower and let her anxiety and worries wash off and for the minutes she was under the water, she was free. After
It was currently 18 PM. Alyssa was fixing the last details of her appearance before getting ready to meet the President in the garage of the Plaza where they could leave from the back door so that the wave of journalists does not block their way out. The restaurant had been booked for the night.Alyssa would seat in another table in the back of the restaurant with Cal as her date. The rest of the team would be scattered in the exits and some inside the building. She was guessing that the rest of the leaders’ security staff would occupy different tables too. She wore a black sleeveless silky midi dress with a turtleneck neckline with a pair of silver heels and earrings. She pulled her hair in a low bun and glossed her lips.She grabbed her black Prada purse with her gun, taser and pocket knife inside as well as her badge that read her security clearance in the majority of US institutions should she need it. Of course phone and wallet were included. She put on her beige raincoat and ex