Page 10 of The President's Passion
“Do you have a radar for everything that has to do with me and pregnancy or something?” I cry helplessly.
At the sight of me, his eyes flare and he lets out a growl, lunging at me with his whole powerful body as if he’s about to maul my womb. Gasping, I let out a scream before yanking the pillow out of me and I throw it at his face.
He catches it between his teeth, biting into it before it tossing it to the side and...oh, what I have done with the President? He’s acting like a savage! “Do you have any idea how right you looked just now?” he snarls, clasping my upper arms and I pant. “Get on the bed, put your ass up in the air and let me put a real one in you.” His eyes bore into mine, his grip around me hardening with an unusual appetite. “Please...,”he hisses.
“No!” I yap and angry redness flashes on his face and I stutter, “n...not right now.”
“Damn you! When then?” he growls with a lot of passion but I just shake my head. His chest heaves, breaths slowing down and he carefully lets me go as he snaps out of it. “My passion took over...,” he finally says, “the sight of you like that, it...overwhelmed me.” He rubs his palms together before dragging a hand down his face. “Have you taken the supplements I sent you?”
Staring at him, I shake my head and his eyes narrow. “Take them,” he rasps. “Follow my orders for once.” He proceeds to pour them into my palm and hands me a glass of water. He watches me gulp them down and a smile crosses his face.
He might as well be shouting what he’s thinking.
That I just agreed to let him do what he wants.
And maybe deep down, I did.
5.
Jacqueline
Staring up at him, it’s as if his eyes swirl with triumph. I feel it coating me, screaming at every cell in my body that I’m his and that I shouldn’t be getting any other ideas. I’m not used to this. I’m used to freedom and fighting for what I believe in and standing up for myself but right now all I want is to merge with Went.
Just once.
There’s nothing that says that sleeping with someone automatically results in a pregnancy. We could take precautions. And the people won’t ever accept me if Went knocks me up. I’m public enemy number one right now and they would take it like such a personal insult, if Went rewarded me by making me his First Lady.
“You lied by the way,” I whisper and he tilts his head to the side in question. I gulp. “You said you wouldn’t stop me if I wanted to leave this place.”
He frowns. “You can.”
Putting my hands on my hips, I say, “Then how come Secret Service stopped me when I tried?”
“Orders.”
“Whose orders?” I glower.
“Mine,” he smirks.
Inwardly I shake my head. I wanted to sneak out to leave a message to the Dead Roses, let them know I was okay in case they’d already begun planning a coup to get me out. But since I can’t leave...I guess I’ll just have to hope for the best.
Dragging a deep breath, Went adds, “I’m sorry if I’m being unreasonable but your presence is a huge comfort to me. And I’m still pretty shaken up after what happened today.”
Guilt floods me. “You are?”
Went nods. “It’s not often you see your life flash by. I thought I would die, thought I would never live to see another sky, or feel another drop of rain on my skin...”
“Went,” I whine now in distress, putting my hand on his muscular arm, “I feel so guilty. How can I make it up...?” I trail off when his eyes start shining like two lighthouses, beckoning me to come closer and I snap my mouth shut.
“How can you what?” he asks in a tense voice. “How can you make it up to me?”
I gulp, thinking he’s going to lay it on thick now but instead he says,
“I want to show you a secret.” He reaches his hand out and I take it, fully aware of the thrill that just went up my spine. People seem to stay out of our away because the place suddenly feels so quiet. We move into a room in the west wing with a huge bookshelf on one wall. Went presses a panel and the shelf opens up. I gawk and he puts his fingertip to his lips.
“Don’t tell anyone I’ve showed you this,” he says and I drag a breath.
“Why do you?”