A Presidential Affair

Ch. 8 - Crave

JANUARY 13 2017: EARLIER THAT DAY: PRESIDENT ANDREW CLAXTON

Ophelia wouldn't let me be in peace. If I kept up my end of her deal, she'd keep up hers. At what cost though? My sanity. I felt nothing but guilt every time I was around my family. I felt as if I was cheating on all of them.

I couldn't confide in anyone about this, there was no way anyone would keep quiet about such sensitive information.

My phone beeped, a text message, from none other than, Ophelia. "Tomorrow is our next meeting lover, Monday's are always interesting. Aren't they? 5642 Tilly Rd."

I didn't even respond, I just knew I had to show up.

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The next morning, I woke up and got ready for another day as President Claxton, beloved family man. What a joke, I thought. Here I am displaying to America that I'm the best loving husband and father yet I've managed to get caught up in a damn affair.

I didn't wake my wife or the girls, I simply got up and left for work. I couldn't stand to look at them and pretend everything was fine.

The day seemed to pass quickly as self judgement and thoughts of my next "lunch" with Ophelia crossed my mind. Which was, right about now.

As I made my way to her next "home" I felt awful, and guilty. I wanted to cry, and pity myself but it's my own fault for ending up in this mess. I arrived at the apartments, I just had an odd sensation, like when you're being watched.

It's probably just my guilty conscience speaking. I walked up to the apartment and knocked on her door, she opened with a great smile on her face. "I knew you'd be here."

I walked in and hung my coat on the coat rack by the entrance. She closed the door and led me to the small kitchen. "Today, our lunch is less fancy. I made some chicken sandwiches and sweet potato fries on the side. I hope you like it Andrew."

I took a seat at the table that was set with the plates of food and delectable wine. As we ate we started conversing, more than usual. "So, Andrew, why is it that even though you have it in your power to get rid of me. You keep coming back?" I rolled my eyes at the thought of getting rid of her.

"I wouldn't do that Ophelia, I'm rather, enjoying our lunches together." Pfft, I've never lied better. She glanced up with a sparkle in her eye, "Well, I'm glad you are. I like to think that I'm fun to be around." I smiled and continued eating my food.

When I finished, she gathered the plates and put them in the sink. She then topped off my wine glass and led us to her living room. "Sit with me a while." I looked at my watch and realized I still had thirty minutes left with her before I was free to leave.

I took a seat and we started talking again. "So, Andrew, tell me. Are you happy with your wife?" I smiled at the thought of her, "Of course, I love her to death." She started playing with the rim of her wine glass, running her fingers around the edge, "That's great. Um, and are you happy with me?"

I internally face palmed and spit my wine out, how could she think I was with her in any sense other than being forced into this. "Of course, it's refreshing." She smiled and came close to me, she started kissing me of course, because that's part of what these lunches were.

I cupped her face and started kissing her back. If I wanted her to keep quiet, I had to play along with her charade. She set the wine glasses down on the coffee table and lifted herself on top of me, straddling me. The kiss was more heated, and I was... I was almost slightly enjoying this. The thrill of the secret, and she was rather, attractive.