A Presidential Affair

Ch. 5 - Closer

JANUARY 12 2017: President Andrew Claxton

I woke up early the next morning, my wife still asleep, my girls still asleep. I dragged myself out of bed to shower and get dressed for a quick press meeting and private meeting with, of course, Secretary of State Ophelia Rocklin. Even on the weekends, I had some form of work.

The events of what happened between Ophelia and I suddenly came knocking at my brain, I stood there in the shower consumed by my thoughts and overwhelming guilt. I nearly slipped when my phone started ringing. I stepped out of the shower quickly to answer the phone.

"President Claxton speaking." I heard breathing on the other line, "Hello, Mr. President. I can't wait for our next rendezvous."

I was livid, "Ophelia, how dare you call me at this hour? I'm at home with my family. This needs to stop."

I heard her laugh on the other side of the line, "Oh Andrew, you know I'll keep our little secret. My integrity is on the line too you know?"

I was filled heated anger, "Stop calling me." Just as I was about to let her have it, my wife opened the door, "Honey, is everything okay?" I quickly hung up the phone and turned to her, "Yeah sweetheart, just a call about some security breach, it's okay."

She kissed my cheek and turned to the shower, "I'm going to take a quick shower, I know you already did, but do you want to join me?" She winked at me and took off her clothes as seductively as possible.

I had already showered, but there was no way I was saying no to my gorgeous wife.

I picked her up in a kiss and led us back to the shower. Moments like these reminded me of why my wife was even more perfect than perfection itself. She was passionate in everything she did. Still in the back of my mind, laid the guilt I felt.

***

I arrived to brief the press on some of the new foreign policies, apparently, the public wanted to hear it directly from me. Here we go.

I answered each question they had, and then went off to my meeting with Ophelia. When I arrived to my office she was already waiting outside, I opened the door and gestured for her to enter.

"Hello Ms. Rocklin." She strolled in with her hips rolled and undulated, "Hello, Mr. President." I walked around my desk and took a seat looking at her with a dead-panned expression, "So what is so important that you must tell me directly?" She sat down for a moment, crossing her legs ever so delicately while smoothing out the wrinkles in her skirt.

"Well, Mr. President, I have a proposition for you." I was perplexed and worried, she knew the one secret of mine, and I'd have to do whatever it took to keep her quiet. "What is this proposition?"

She bit her lip and edged closer to me, "Come to my place, every day, discretely for lunch." I backed away from her and turned my chair so that it faced the window. "You know I can't do that." She laughed flirtatiously with a hint of evil.

"You can't, or you won't?" I turned back to face her, glaring. "I won't." She crossed her arms with a cheeky expression, "I have a handful of young reporters that would give anything for a good story, especially one ruining our beloved president." I stood up abruptly and banged my fist on the desk, scaring her. "Don't you dare threaten me."

She blinked her eyes a few times in shock from my outburst, "It's not a threat. It's a promise." She bit her lip seductively. "Now, lunch at my place. The location will be different every time so that no one tries to follow you. Got it?" I nodded in defeat, "Yeah. Now leave my office." She turned, flipping her hair dramatically as she left.