Mr President's son -BoyXBoy- *ACTIVELY EDITING*

Chapter Eighteen*

   "Jesus Christ" I mumble as a woman I don't know yanks my hair back from my face. I'd been in a chair for all of an hour and a half and my back was killing me and my patience was depleting. My father had announced that he was having a press conference, and I was to be present. It usually meant that it wasn't that big of a deal, if I was there. Probably just some lame excuse of showing family values.

  But it also meant two hours of complete torture and shuffling people pretending to want my opinion.

What do you wanna wear, Tyler?

I don't mind

How do you want your hair styled?

I don't mind

   I wonder even if I had an opinion if they'd listen, but I doubted it. I think sometimes they forget I have a voice entirely, and that's how they like it.

  Twenty minutes later she lets me step from the chair, checking my reflection in my mirror. I tilt my head, wrinkling my nose as I slide a finger down my nose. As soon as I do, there's a horrified gasp and I look at the makeup artist, the brush dropping from her fingers. "I-I just fucking cant!" She says, zipping her bag aggressively and walking out of the room. Looking back in the mirror, I realize why. The contour she had delicately placed on my face was smeared, overlapping the foundation. Moral of the story? I'd ruined her work.

    Gale walks in, his gray joggers hugging him everywhere I wish I was. After our kiss, he'd just held me. We didn't talk about what was next, or what we'd done. What the consequences could be. The relaxed look on his face he wore now made me want to forget about the worry, too.

   "Why did a young lady just run out of the room, ranting about the generation she's literally in?", Gale asks, chuckling as he takes a spot on my bed. I watch as he lays back, giving me a clear view of his hoodie. It was a dark blue hoodie with white letters. A school hoodie. The idea of it makes me smile, thinking of him in school. Uncomplicated. Not living in a house where a war against him is raging. Just a student. I almost wished he'd remained that way, simple and out of danger.

Almost.

  I'm forced back in the seat before my eyes can drop lower, to his bare skin showing right above his waist line. I let out a breath, letting the hair dresser wipe off her friends work. "I don't know, I think he's handsome enough without", Gale pipes up. I jump slightly, not noticing he'd moved. He was so close. The hair dresser takes a while to examine my face, finally agreeing and throwing away the wipe.

"Okay, I believe we're good. At least your hair is right", She says, sighing as she gathers her things. "Please don't run your fingers through it, I'll find you". Her playful smile makes me laugh and she exits, leaving Gale and I alone.

  He pulls me from the seat before I can question it, humming the 80's song I Think We're Alone Now, causing a smile to break out on my face. "My mom loved that song", I grin, wrapping my arms around his neck as his wraps his around my waist, swaying us with the rhythm of him tune. There's a knock on the door and I pull away quickly, brushing a hand down my shirt.

While I looked like a deer in headlights, Gale smacks my ass before sitting down, looking like he'd been there the whole time. "Heeeey. Sorrry", a familiar and joyful voice says. I release a breath, Rachel's head popping in. "I have your suuuuit".

She comes in, swatting Gale away from the suit as she lays it on the bed. "Daaaayum you going to a fucking ball?", Gale asks, looking from the suit to me. He wasn't overreacting. It was a lovely suit. A formal suit. The fact hits me in the stomach.

Could this be an important conference? Why would I be there?

Gale is asked to step out while I change, having a little help from Rachel. I look at myself after, chewing on my bottom lip. I turn my head, finding Rachel watching me nervously. "You'll do great" she assures me once I catch her. "Promise".

I try to believe her as she calls Gale back into the room. Any doubt or fear I had when his jaw drops open at the sight of me. I do a little pose, chuckling as he bites his lip. Rachel wasn't looking at him, so he didn't have to hide his reactions. To her, I probably looked silly.

Rachel's phone gets an alert and she sighs, taking the garment bag from the bed. "I must depart from you, dear boys. Duty calls. But remember what I said", she says softly, and only to me. She kisses both of our cheeks before rushing out.

Gale is already making his approach to me before the door is even closed all the way. "You look..", he begins, but trails off as he sits his hands on my hips, looking me up and down. "Absolutely incredible".

  An embarrassingly red flush floods my cheeks and he leans in, pressing his lips to mine. Unlike the first kiss, it sends shocks through me. Just this act could get me killed, but as it's happening I can convince myself maybe it's worth it. Maybe he is worth it.

"Fucking hot" he whispers as his mouth leaves mine, leaving me panting and wanting more. "Can't get you too worked up. Have to go on tv after all", he whispers close to my ear, his hand moving dangerously close to the bulge forming in my expensive dress pants.

The dreaded knock on the door comes and we pull away, more reluctant than last time. "Ready, Tyler" a voice calls, not bothering to open the door. I call out with an okay, leaning in for one more kiss. 

After Gale helps appear un-kissed, I let someone outside of my room lead me to where my father was. They always have the conference meetings in the same room, so I was surprised when I was taken, instead, to the Oval Office. Being placed by my fathers side, I knew this wasn't big.

This was absolutely monumental.

The cameras start rolling and my father wastes no time. No introduction, no greeting. Only the words that would  change everything. "Anyone found involved with the criminal gang Article 1 will be treated and prosecuted as a criminal".