All Chapters of An Affair with the President: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I felt my Samsung phone, placed strategically under my pillow, vibrated, and my heart quickly hammered in my chest in anticipation.   My mind on alert, I quickly opened my eyes and fished the phone out of its confines.   All this while, my chest heaved in anticipation and excitement.     I took in several gulps of air - alternately breathing in and out to calm my raging nerves before I held the phone to my face and tried to read in the dark.   It was a short message, very straight-forward - the kind that is depressing in its formality.     There was not even a salutation that would disprove the formality of the message. It only said,

Regor’s POV   “Mr. President, we already have the perfect candidate for my replacement. You may read all the information about her as well as pertinent documents in this folder.” Gino, my outgoing chief executive assistant, informed me before he handed me an inch-thick folder.   I began to get alarmed.   “Her?” I asked before I straightened my body to my office chair.   He nodded, and I frowned.   “I thought I told you to get me a man for the job?” I reminded Gino, miffed at the idea that for the first time, he did not follow my orders.      

Katarina’s POV I was dead wrong.  If I thought earlier that working with the President would be easy, then I thought wrong. Working for the President, I can manage. I am adept at arranging things, deflecting tension, and organizing his day impeccably so he could perform his presidential tasks well. I run his office smoothly, like clockwork, even his suite at the palace. What I found formidable is working for Regor Aldeguer, the man.  He keeps me on my toes. He countered all my bright ideas. Our latest contention - changing the interiors of his quarters to make it look less like a predator male’s den.  

Regor POVI am livid. I could wring Katarina's neck.“Who told you that you could poke your nose on my personal affairs?” I shouted at her when she came into my office.I could give her credit. She did not even recoil from my outburst as some of my staff with lesser mettle would do.She was Mrs. Calm and Collected personified.“Mr. President, Sir, it was the party who hired me. Technically, I work for them. They gave me specific instructions that I need to carry out.”Her voice was calm. Soothing, even. But I am too angry to care. If those old fools could think that they could run my show, they are in for a surprise.“And Eliana was not on the list, I gather?” I asked, referring to the list of candidates that our political party shortlisted for my future wife. I have seen it earlier and balked at some of the names included in the selection.She bit her lip and bowed her head.Her silen

Katarina’s POVI could not sleep.I replayed all the events that happened tonight and groaned.Why did I let myself go too far? I wanted to bang my head on my wall.I cannot help but chide myself. I could have stopped earlier, but I did not. At the back of my head, I know that I wanted it to happen. I wanted to taste his lips. I wanted to feel his body close to mine. I wanted to be eaten whole by the fire that slowly builds up inside me.All night, while we lay sprawled on the carpeted floor, I was too aware of the President’s warm male body beside me. I saw how his eyes traveled my length - how hungry and needy he looked.And my woman’s instinct reciprocated. The awareness of the President’s manly presence snowballed into a fiery hot intensity that teased me into a mass of nerves. Surprisingly, he awakened a yearning in my body that I have long forgotten.His surreptitious looks, even when I am not looking, made me realize