All Chapters of The President's Daughter: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

He slowly slipped me into my bed as I got tired from crying. Two years without him, and seeking for him, and now that he’s here, I felt all the tired emotion flash inside of my heart.I shook my head and found myself not wanting to let go of his nape. Major Sullivan sighs and gently strokes some strand of my hair before I felt the soft mattress against my stiff back.My gaze landed on Major Sullivan and there is a nervousness inside of my heart, knowing that he will leave me. He will leave me again.Tears burst out of my eyes with that realization. I fucked this up. I haven’t cried like this for the past years without him only to realize that maybe I’ve been holding for too long that hearing his apology after all these years made me weak, shatter the barrier of hope that been hiding how broke I am when he left.His eyes look so hurt and I cried harder when I felt him join me in the bed. The way how he pats my back and how he places my he

“ I’m going to find out the reason why you’re avoiding me,” Ares declares as I heard his sulking voice on the phone. I just told him that I cannot meet him for a week because I needed time to think.I don’t even know what to think but having no one’s presence in my life for a week is my definition of peace. The only thing that I need at this moment of my life.Ares sighs and I heard his apology again. “ I’m sorry, Amara,” he muttered and I had to roll my eyes because I’m tired of hearing him apologizing but he keeps on ratting me to my father.What happened the day after yesterday is not the first time that Ares did something like this. He always tells my father about the photoshoots, countries, and even the location of this house.I should be angry, but being angry with him only means I had to waste my energy. I couldn’t. I simply couldn’t waste energy when I have turmoil inside of m

 “ You’re not meeting him,” he roared and snapped back my clothes out from my hands.It annoys me that he was here, in my room, and hindering me from confronting my father. The idea of him being the mastermind and the owner of that flash drive disgusts me. Who could it be aside from him, right? His hate towards Major Sullivan drives him into this kind of circumstances.I stood over him and held my head high. “ He’s disgusting,” I commented, although it was actually my own father.Can you believe that?“ No, we’re not sure that it was him,” he replied making me annoyed for more.Is he fucking serious right now? My mind battles up all of those curses inside of it.“ Are you seriously defending him right now? He had our videotape!”My screams make him cringe. The emotions are still lingering inside of me as if it was some sort of leech.He sighs and too

“ Why are you crying?” Instantly, I shoved the laptop into my bedside table and wipe the tears out of my cheeks. Ares, in his black tuxedo, is leaning on the doorway of my room whilst his eyes are fixated on the laptop. Still trembling from what I saw, I rose from the bed and welcome him. His hands automatically snake into my waist, pulling me closer into his body. “ W-Why are you here?” I asked, quivering and fighting to not cry in front of him. I don’t want him to know what I’m up to because that will unleash the fact that Major Sullivan shows up in front of my door. Ares is still fixated on my laptop, but I tiptoed and kiss his cheeks. “ I thought you’re angry with me?” I asked once again, trying my best to divert his attention from the laptop to me. He sighs and patted my butt before carrying me and walking to the bed. I felt the soft mattress against the back of my skin and his kisses trailing on my neck. I don’t want this. I alre

I regret nothing. I don’t regret going into the jog and relieving myself from all of the emotions that are going inside of my body. And certainly, I don’t regret anything. Not when I ushered Major Sullivan into my own bathroom and help him to bathe as he sulks in his thoughts. He felt too distant and fragile to touch. His body was like a fragile diamond that I am afraid to touch because I was too scared that I will break him into pieces. If he wasn’t like that yet.Right now, he was a man in his weakest state. A part of him that I haven’t seen even before he left me. A part of him that I don’t want to see again for I was afraid to lose him at this state. In his weakness, I wanted to be his strength but seeing him right now felt like something that I cannot hold on to for a while. I will cry to watch him like this.As I open the shower and watch the drizzle of the waterfall into his naked body, my heart hurts seeing him just stare at the ti