"I'm thirsty," at last I heard his voice.
His voice was hoarse but still pleasing to the ears. Right away, I strode up and went to get water for him. Closing the door behind me, I heard General Rossini booming laughter. I frowned hearing him laugh. How could he laugh when the President was lying on the bed because of his injury?As I came back, a solemn atmosphere enveloped the room. Cautiously, I walked towards the bed and placed the tray on the nightstand. I poured water in the glass before helping the president to sit up. I couldn't see the president's reaction but I could feel his warm breath on my neck as I helped him sit and propped his back with pillows. I reached out for the glass of water and handed it to the president. He didn't lift his hand to take it from me and just stared at me. I smiled faintly, knowing what he meant and lifted the cup to his mouth. I couldn't complain to him. After all, he's our beloved president and he's my patient. My heart jumped when I saw his piercing gray eyes were trained at me. I was flustered by the way he looked at me, resulting in my hands shaking. Because of this he choked from the water and coughed. "I'm sorry, Mr. President," I said in panic while putting the cup on the nightstand and took a napkin to wipe his soaked hospital gown. He held my wrist as I dried his chest with the napkin. Confused, I looked at him. But I noted the temperature of his hand. It was hot. "Enough," he said coldly. My heart trembled, thinking that I had offended him. I withdrew my hand and took the thermometer to check his temperature. Again, I was bewildered. He has no fever but his hand was hot. I swallowed. This was my first time encountering something like this. What was this? "Ahem," General Rossini cleared his throat, snapping me away from my thoughts. I stood up and looked at him, waiting for him to speak. "Captain Smith, you will personally prepare the President's food while he stays here to recuperate," his words made me smile. I was amused. I'm not only his doctor but his personal chef. Somehow, I felt I would become the president's nanny. "And the president does not like his body, sticky and stinky. So you need to help him clean his body," he added, confirming my hunch. I wanted to retort. But I am a soldier. The night I forgot that I was a soldier and snapped at the president was embarrassing. I would never allow myself to be humiliated again. Anyway, it wasn't my first time seeing a male body. I'm a medical doctor. A surgeon. "Yes,sir," I answered resolutely. "I really don't have a problem speaking to a smart person like you, Captain Smith," General Rossini praised me again. "Thank you, sir," I want to shake my head and laugh but knowing that we aren't alone, I can't treat my superior casually. I have to respect him. I checked my wrist watch and it was about time to cook dinner for the president. Slowly, I turned to the president and I was surprised that he was already looking at me. But, I never paid attention to it and opened my mouth to speak. "Mr. President, do you have any food allergies?" I have to be careful with what I prepare.It would cost my head if I served him food that he was allergic with. "I don't," was his curt answer but I wasn't petty enough to hold a grudge with the kind of reaction he has toward me and just smiled. "What do you prefer for dinner, Mr. President?" I asked again. He might not have a food allergy but thinking about what food to prepare is the real challenge now. "Anything would do," he answered without averting his gaze from me.There was no evident trace of emotion on his face to guess what he thought or felt talking to me. But, judging from his cold and impatient tone, he doesn't want to talk to me. "Please, excuse me," I said. I stepped backward before turning to leave. I prepared a meal for an injured patient like him. I was glad that he has no food allergy and that anything would be fine for him. It would be really hard for me if he has a food allergy or was a picky eater. However, he's the president of the nation. I have to give my best. My nana taught me how to cook and I could cook well but I am not a professional chef. This gave me a headache. Normally, it would only take me 30 minutes to one hour to prepare a meal. This time, it took me two hours just for his meal alone.Andrei's POVThe night I first saw her, she was feisty. She behaved like a feral cat. Her purple eyes were fiery as she faced me head on. Today, it's different. She smiled at me with her cheeks a bit flushed. I know what was running in her mind. She was embarrassed that she had scolded me that night. I looked at her blankly without giving away what I felt inside. She neared the bed and sat at the edge of the bed. I could see her concern while she checked if I had a fever. Relief was written on her face when the thermometer indicated that my temperature was normal. My heart galloped when she held my wrist. I held my breath but my pulse went wild. She frowned and asked me, stuttering, "M.. Mr. President, a - re you not feeling well?" I stared at her expressionlessly. She then took her stethoscope when I did not say a word. I watched her bewildered face. After hearing my thundering heart beat, she took a look at me. I wanted to laugh at how puzzled she was but kept my fa
After receiving an order from General Rossini, she excused herself. General Rossini and I have discussed how to keep this matter sealed and away from the public I don't want my people to be thrown into confusion upon knowing about this accident. Two hours later, we heard knocks on the door. The door was opened by the guard and he was followed by the purple eyed beauty pushing a food trolley. Knowing that she's academically excellent, I wondered what her food tasted. "I should be going, Mr. President and enjoy your dinner," he saluted to me. Before he turned to leave he winked at me. This was General Rossini's first time to act like this, as if he was matchmaking. No, I can't taint her. She's too innocent for me. She deserved better. "Mr. President?" She called softly, drawing my attention. I looked at her. Her crystal clear eyes were sparkling as they looked at me with anticipation. "Feed me," I intended to speak in a cold manner but I was surprised that my voice sounded wa
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 l
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
Andrea Wilkin’s POV The garden was filled with laughter as my kids, my siblings' kids and cousins' kids were running about the garden. Today is my dad’s sixtieth birthday. My siblings and I organized this surprise birthday party for him. “Are they coming?” My brother Austin asked while cradling his third child. “Yes, mom sent me a text an hour ago that they’re preparing,” I replied. “Kirsten is blessed to have you, Austin,” I said, smiling. Austin and Nicholas are like our dad, they are hands on dad. My phone rang as Austin was about to respond. Before I answered the call, I signaled at everyone to keep quiet and they cooperated, not wanting to ruin the surprise. “Mom?” I whispered. “Andrea, your dad is asking me where we are going and the reason we are going out. What should I tell him?” I chuckled. It’s really hard for mom because dad could see through her. It’s really hard to surprise him. “Just tell him that you wanted to have a date with him,” I suggested.
“Congratulations!” Evan gave me a manly tap on the shoulder. Tara had just finished feeding our baby and laid her on the baby cot when he and Trixie came in. “Oh, so beautiful,” Trixie cooed. “What is her name?” Evan asked while looking at my sleeping daughter. “Andrea,” Tara answered and I looked at her in surprise. “You don’t like it?” she squinted her eyes. “I’m happy, babe,” I hugged her, smiling from ear to ear. Naming our daughter after my name was one of her ways of showing how much she loves me. This woman truly amazes me. Despite all the pain she has gone through since we got married she always finds ways to express her love for me. She loves me no matter what. ***The following day, the DNA test result was out. The result has proven that Tara was the great granddaughter of Marcus Reinsterd the Duke of Clorgow. Tara’s grandfather released a statement that Tara is his great granddaughter, the daughter of his grandson the son of his son, Lincoln. In his statement, t
I was like a cat on a tin roof waiting for my “great grandpa” which I was going to meet for the first time. “Don’t be nervous, babe. They can’t hurt you,” Andrei reassured me as he kissed the crown of my head and stroked my large belly. “Dad and mom, will be here, shortly,” as soon as he said that we heard hurried steps coming from the entrance of the mansion. Suzanna smiled at me reassuringly as she walked towards us. “All will be fine, darling,” Suzanna said as she stroked my back. Trevor layed a box and a file on the coffee table before me.“The box was what your grandma left for your father, while the file was your father's legal documents.” I looked up at Andrei and his smile gave me the needed strength for me to look into the box. One by one, I took out the content of the box. I took out the diary and read it. March 5[I was disowned and disinherited by my family because I chose to marry Lincoln Reinsterd. But it was worthwhile because we love each other.]June 1[All of
While I was brooding, the door burst open and I saw Courtney come in while the bodyguard was restraining her. I waved my hand, “Let her be.” “What are you doing here?” I tried not to let my annoyance seep through my voice. This woman saved me after all. “Mr. Hendrick, your surgeon is my friend and he discussed your leg injury with me.”“And?” I frowned. What does she have to do with my injury? “You didn’t look at the card I gave you?” she asked and her eyes darted at the side table. “I’m a physiotherapist,” she went on. She explained to me that I will have a greater chance to walk again if I undergo therapy. Tara’ POV“You can visit me, mom,” I told mom as she was crying when we were left alone in the room. She nodded and wiped her face with her handkerchief. “You take care of yourself, okay,” she said and kissed my forehead. “I will,” I said and we hugged for I don’t know how long. My brothers were in the living room looking solemn as they stood before the grand piano.
Jordan was at the door. “We are all waiting for you at the dining room,” he said and gave me a mischievous grin. I forgot, it’s Saturday today. When I came to Astrana, we all gathered together at the dining table at lunch time on Saturdays. Jordan was right as everybody was seated on their chair at the dining table when we came down. “Sorry for making you wait,” I said as Andrei drew a seat for me. “It’s alright,” Trevor answered, smiling at me. The sparkle in his eyes was more brilliant at this time. Is this because he was seeing his best friend in me? Suzanna told me that my biological dad was his best friend. One by one I looked at the faces of people I love as we were having lunch. My heart was filled with gratitude that I was blessed by God to have been surrounded by people I love and love me too. ***The day before we were leaving, I was hugging Andrei from behind as he was shaving his face. “Babe, we are leaving tomorrow night and I haven’t visited Hendrick in the hosp
I used my eyes to plead to Andrei and let me go to the hospital. Yes, I don’t see Hendrick as a lover, but he is my friend and I can’t just ignore him knowing that he is now in the hospital. “Let’s go,” Andrei said and I was relieved. I hugged him and said, “Thank you, babe.” “Get Johnny to drive for you,” mom said. Andrei embraced me as we traveled as I was tense. “Don’t get agitated. Think about our child.” “Mm,” I nodded and silently prayed that Hedrick would be fine and the surgery would go well. There was a woman who was waiting in the corridor in front of the surgery room. She might have heard our hurried steps and turned toward us. I was stunned as she was beautiful. My heart suddenly leaped with excitement. Finally, the one for Hendrick showed up. “Are you the girlfriend?” she asked when I was near her. Andrei slid his arm around my waist, silently telling her that she’s got it wrong.“I’m sorry, I thought you were because he has been calling your name. So I called
“Mm” I pounded his chest with my fists but Andrei seemed not to feel it. “You are disgusting!” I said as my palm connected with his face after letting go of my lips. His head turned sideways because I hit his face hard. He looked at me with teary eyes. “Can’t we come back to the way we used to be?” My heart clenched seeing the pain in his eyes. “Don’t you love me anymore, Tara?” I took a profound breath. He has to know. It’s immoral to continue in this relationship. “Andrei, Kristoff Kanovski is my father and he is your uncle. We are cousins. We are in an incestuous relationship. It’s immoral.” It was hard to say it, but it is the truth and we both need to be freed from this. “Let’s go, they are waiting for us in the living room,” Andrei moved out of the bathroom and I walked behind him. “What happened to your face, son?” I heard Suzanna.“Your son misbehaved so he reaped what he sowed,” Trevor said, chuckling.There was no available seat in the living room and was already
As if strong hands pulled me together. My strength came back all at once and I went to have a shower. “Tara, wait for me, I will come and get you and our child back,” I said. I was crying and smiling at the same time. I will not let Kavanaugh have her. If kneeling before her will gain her forgiveness and acceptance, I am more than willing to do it. I shaved my face as my beard and mustache had grown long. Tara didn’t like me growing my beard and mustache. She wanted my face smooth. I went down after getting dressed. “Are you leaving tonight for Astrana?” Dad already guessed what was on my mind. “Yes, I can’t wait to see her. We have been like this for months,” I shook my head, realizing the wasted time. “You should have asked me about it son,” dad patted my shoulder. “I was afraid you would have another heart attack that would kill you. I can’t bear seeing mom, lonely and crying,” I said with a sigh. It was the truth, I’d rather be sad than see my mom cry. “We will go with
I pursed my lips. “Tara, I will be here for you and the child,” Hendrick said. “What about your mom and dad? You left them for me?” Hendrick shook his head. “No, they came with me.” I remember that General Rossini and Eloise were Astranians. “Do they know the reason you left the military and went here?” I asked with wide eyes.“Yes they do,” Hendrick nodded his head with a smile. ***At night, I was in bed, and my mom came into my room. “Mom?” My mom sat on the side of the bed and I slid my body in the middle of the bed to give her space to sit. She got into the bed and she leaned on the headboard. “Don’t be afraid to accept the man, he truly loves you.” I looked up at her and said, protesting, “But mom.”“Sh… listen to me. It’s very important.” mom said and had me lay my head on her chest.“When I was young I had a boyfriend who came from a powerful family.” Mom paused for a while and sighed.“But his mother told me to leave him and I agreed. However, after agreeing to hi