"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