Chapter 11 - Marry Me

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 was sophisticated and alluring.

Compared to that woman, I was nothing.

He would possibly be interested in his personal assistant rather than to fancy me.

I shook my head and smiled bitterly.

My fiancé who was an ordinary man left me because I wasn't fascinating enough.

How could the president fancy someone like me?

Ever since what happened, I became extra careful.

We didn't talk about it and acted as if nothing happened.

We parted ways. He went back to the presidential palace in the capital and I, on the other hand, reported to the military base in western border.

Days went by in the twinkling of an eye and two weeks quickly passed.

Unable to turn down General Rossini, I accompanied him to General Barkle's birthday party.

An important person as General Rossini, there will be people who would want to talk with him. So, I couldn't say that I would stick by his side all through the party.

Good thing that Major Kavanaugh was also there so I didn't have to worry about having no acquaintances at the party.

The party was in the full swing when the emcee announced the arrival of the president.

We, the uniformed people, gave the president a salute.

What had happened that day came into my mind when our eyes met.

My heart crazily beat inside my chest.

The Generals started to flock towards him.

A gust of indescribable feeling flurried in my heart as I caught sight of the beautiful lady beside him, his personal assistant.

Her eyes shimmered with admiration as they looked at him while he talked.

I looked away as uneasiness crowded my chest. And I went to the corner while I sip on my non alcoholic drink and enjoyed the soft background music.

Major Kavanaugh was pulled by one of our comrades from another division and reluctantly left me.

I looked up as I felt someone was staring at me.

The president was facing my direction but he was not looking at me.

His eyes were trained on the woman beside him while she was saying something.

I shook my head and I discarded the thought that he was looking at me.

That was just a figment of my imagination. No one was looking at me.

"Tara?" I heard a familiar voice calling my name and turned towards the voice.

"Johann!" My eyes lit up seeing the man who called me.

He was my classmate and friend in medical school but when Roman got jealous of him, I avoided him.

"How are you?" He asked with a wide smile.

Johann was a handsome guy.

He was not only a handsome man but an intelligent one.

That was the reason for Roman's insecurity towards this man.

We were chatting happily and I felt an intense gaze directed at me. But I didn't mind it.

After a while, General Rossini approached us.

"Captain Smith," I turned to look at him.

"General?"

"Gentleman, please excuse Captain Smith. I have an important matter to discuss with her," he started to walk after that.

I looked at Johann apologetically and he nodded in understanding.

I followed General Rossini along the corridor.

He stopped and looked back to see if I was following him.

After a while he stopped and opened the door.

I followed behind him and I was surprised to see the president sitting on the couch yet I didn't show any emotion on my face.

"Good evening, Mr. President," I greeted him.

My heart beat escalated as General Rossini approached the door to leave.

I wanted to tell General to stay but my throat felt dry and I couldn't speak.

I remain standing and the president said, "Those who aren't close to me are the ones who are told to seat "

He was implying that we have a close relationship. When did we start having a close relationship?

I sat not wanting to invite the wrath of the president as I don't know how he would vent his anger on me.

I'd rather not poke a hornets nest.

No one said a word for a long time and we only stared at each other, waiting who would start the conversation.

The silence inside the room rose to a palpable degree that could suffocate.

I was compelled to break the uncanny silence between us. "How are you, Mr. President?"

"Why didn't you approach me when you saw me?" Astonished, it took all of me not to laugh at his question.

This was the reason he called me here?

I wanted to burst into laughter. However, this is the president I am talking with.

"Is a mere captain allowed to mingle with the president?" If he wasn't injured I wouldn't have the chance to talk to him.

It just so happened that General Rossini trusted me that I even had the chance to look after the president.

The president took a deep breath and his face was gloomy.

"I am sorry Mr. President, I know my place and I can't be insolent and just approach you anytime and anywhere I want," I explained.

Those times I looked after him didn't make me assume that I have the right to approach him wherever or whenever I wanted. I'm not a pretentious woman, I always knew where I belonged.

He stood up and faced the French window. "My dietitian is about to retire, take his position."

This man is demanding. He didn't even ask my opinion. He's so imposing.

Somehow irritation rose from the depths of my stomach.

"I can't, Mr. President, I'm sorry," he was silent and he thrust his hands in his trousers pocket.

Another minute of silence ruled. Then he turned to face me.

"If you don't want that position, then marry me. That position is better."