Chapter Six

Angel stood outside the room to the press conference. Brevity had sent her to a press conference a month after she had proved herself, where he would be at! Darrow, himself! Darrow, the love of her life! She shut her eyes tight and considered that silently, images of him on the screen running through her mind like a marathoner. She was more than familiar with seeing him in person, having followed him to every possible place she could ever think of. But this was the first time where they would be officially meeting! Not her hidden away in one corner, but her in front of him. Sure, she would be in a room full of reporters and he would hardly notice her but it was their first normal meeting. The first step to a wonderful marriage with fifteen children!

Her chest heaved up and down. The air to her lungs was cut off, and her vision was blurry. The room rotated before her even though she was still. Her head pounded against her skull and her heart was racing until she felt as if she would collapse from a heart attack right where she stood. Darrow, save me! Her breathing grew short and fast, and her hands dug furiously into her tote and removed a bottle of water, which she pried the cap off with all her strength, causing it to fly to the other end of the hallway. She poured the water down her throat and prayed fervently. Everything would turn out alright, Darrow would see her and realise that she was his angel, and it would be happily ever after.

But the room continued to spin. And cold fire shot up across her back as beads of perspiration trickled down her temples to her chin, where they dripped to the ground. Breathing in and out purposefully, she tore the top button off her shirt and forced herself back to earth. She threw some Valium into her mouth and washed it down with a lot of water. Then she collapsed to the ground and sat there for a while, her co-workers who passed by nodding gently at her, already accustomed to her personality.

When the room stopped spinning and her panic subsided, she got to her feet, applied another swipe of lipstick before she turned on her heels. Taking one deep breath, she wrapped her hand on the door and pushed it inwards.

Time to meet God.

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The press conference had already started by the time she came into the room and made her way to her seat. As she stepped down the aisle, her legs trembled and heat spread like wildfire across every surface of her skin.

He was before her, speaking into the microphone and answering questions. His body was well-built and she could tell he hit the gym often. His eyes were shaped like they were constantly in the middle of undressing you, and his lips seemed frozen in a half-smile that teased the panties from your body. His voice. Oh, Christ, his voice! It was deep, rough and way too sexy. It dripped of sex and she knew every female became wet just from being in the same room as he was.

Darrow.

Most Presidents were seniors, well into their latter years but Darrow was different. He was middle-aged, and a father to a daughter her age. For some reason, everything about him exuded wisdom and the public was enraptured by him. But it was still rare for someone his age to take office, and even rarer for him to win by a landslide. Honestly, it was almost redundant to vote. There were parties thrown to celebrate his victory long before the results were announced.

So, as she neared her aisle and tore her eyes away from him to find her seat, shockwaves of desire rippled through her body like waves crashing mercilessly on rocks that were far too small. The desire between her legs burgeoned, and she squeezed her thighs together as she stopped before her seat. Keeping her eyes firmly on him, she slowly dropped to the seat. Folding one leg over the other, she pressed her pussy into the seat and the floodgates burst open. The orgasm rocked her entire body and she came so hard, she swore she was able to see birds flying around her head. Her entire body shivered as the climax overtook her and she shut her eyes to ride it out.

When she opened them again, his eyes were on her. But they did not stay on her for long. Swiping over her, he nodded his head at one reporter, who spoke his question to him. Darrow listened closely and Angel wondered if she would have to deal with that reporter somehow. Darrow belonged to her and her alone!

Darrow nodded and formed his reply expertly, and sounds of approval filled the room as he spoke. As he unravelled the question bit by bit, he sent several glances across the room at many reporters, and it wasn't long before his eyes fell on her again. This time, they stayed longer. A brief emotion flashed across his eyes, one that seemed like curiosity and the aftermath of her orgasm pressed against the pit of her stomach, another one threatening to free itself from her pussy. Then his attention left her momentarily before it returned to her again, but the confusion on his face as he looked at her this time was a lot more palpable.

"Any more questions?" Darrow asked the room but most of the reporters had their hands down. He had silenced every question with his replies and everyone was basking in the awe of him.

My God!

Another shiver coursed through her body in the wake of her orgasm and gingerly, she raised a hand up into the air. Darrow's eyes fell on her again, an unreadable expression on his face. He gave a slight smile, as if he was aware that her panties were wet for him and waved for her to speak her question. She took a huge gulp and many reporters turned their heads to stare at her. She waited, mentally preparing herself for the first words she would ever speak to her soulmate and several reporters craned their necks at her to wonder why she was still being silent.

She cleared her throat. "President," she said with a strong voice. "Do you have a girlfriend?"

In that instant, the entire room devolved into gasping and loud whispering, departing from the comfortable silence that formerly engulfed the room. Reporters shot her weird glances and her colleagues froze at the words that left her mouth.

What? She didn't ask a weird question at all, did she? But she had to admit the reactions she was getting were ones she commonly got.

Darrow, however, reacted in a way that wasn't common to her. Far from it. He didn't seem fazed at all by her question, and he held her gaze while the rest of the room continued in the shock of her question. A corner of his lips lifted as he stared at her too casually, almost lazily. He seemed as if she had asked him a question he was asked every single day.

"Well," Darrow said. "I've never seen you before, but I'm familiar with Brevity. What should I call you?"

"I'm Angel," she said with her throat completely dried out.

"Well, Angel," Darrow replied as he chuckled. "I don't have a girlfriend at the moment, but that's because we've only just met."