Kayla
I wasn’t going to give Matthew the pleasure of seeing me explode in front of everyone. This was not just as much about my future as it was his. But if he thought I was going to be the demure woman who stood by his side and forgot about my own political agenda, he was sorely mistaken. I wasn’t about to give up my job or my career to be the woman who stood by him at press conferences.
There was, of course, the issue of him lying to the President about the engagement. I clearly had not agreed to marry him and he was way too willing to pretend like that didn’t matter to him or anyone else. But I did not say yes and if he wanted me to say yes at after that press conference; he was going to have to work pretty damn hard.
I had enough sense not to make a big scene in front of everyone, though. It wouldn’t serve me well at all. I’m sure Matthew thought I was keeping my anger in because it would benefit him; in reality, I didn’t care if it benefited him or not. All I knew was I didn’t want to be seen as some crazy young girl who couldn’t keep her emotions in check. I wanted my own political future and that meant I had to keep my feelings to myself.
Politics didn’t have room for feelings. Politics was a thinking sport and I was going to think through my options and figure out just how I could come out ahead in the situation I was in.
The one problem I had and I couldn’t get past was that I actually did care about Matthew. I wasn’t sure that he cared about me like I did him, but I thought underneath all the political agendas that he really did love me. His vision was just easily clouded by his need for power.
As we talked with the staff and political people behind the stage, I put on my best smile and laughed with my new peers. These were now the people I was going to be seeing often, I needed them to like me. I smiled, shook hands, hugged and laughed with them all. When we had finally made our way out to our vehicle, the secret service detail was right there with us. It was clear that we weren’t going to have any private time soon.
“We can talk back at your house,” I said with a smile on my face as Matthew opened the back door to the SUV.
He walked around and climbed in the other side and the secret service detail drove us home. Matthew reached for my hand and I tried to pull it away, but he wouldn’t allow it. He continued to hold onto my hand and intertwined his fingers with mine. I decided not to fight him about it. As much as I wanted to be mad at him, I did love holding his hand. I loved him, I couldn’t stop that feeling when he acted like a jerk. But I did need to figure out a way for us to interact with each other without him always needed to trick me to get what he wanted.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered as he leaned toward me.
“No need to be sorry,” I said with a smile on my face.
Matthew seemed surprised by my reaction, but then he leaned back into his seat and looked out the window. I knew he was preparing for my explosion when we returned to his house. But I didn’t want to be that woman. I knew deep down I was going to say yes to Matthew eventually. There was no way I could give up what we had and no way I was going to breath up with the Vice President of the United States.
Somehow on the drive back to his place I needed to figure out how I could move forward from what just happened. I was angry that I had been forced to agree to the engagement, but I wasn’t as angry as I thought I would be. So I needed to reconcile my feelings on the short drive to his house so I could have a decent conversation with him without yelling.
Not only was I going to avoid being that angry woman in public, I didn’t want to be her in private either. I wanted to be better than that. Grace and self-restraint had never been something I was good at, yet it was something I admired in all successful women. I needed to learn those traits quickly if I was going to be a woman that others looked up to.
The secret service detail was in full force at Matthew’s house as they were going through his security system and the grounds of his house. Luckily, they had apparently been there most of the day and had things almost finished by the time we arrived.
“Mr. Storm, we have everything set up. We will have a detail that works out of your basement if that is alright with you,” Clint, the head of security, said.
“Yes, will you be there all the time?”
“Yes, sir, but we will use the back entrance and you shouldn’t be bothered by us. If you need anything, we will be there. We have camera’s around the parameter as well as the downstairs of the home. At least one agent will be with you at all times.”
I felt my stomach sink at the idea of the secret service knowing everything about us. It was much more intrusive than I had imagined it was going to be. For some reason, I had assumed that the Vice President didn’t have to have security around at all times.
“Can I ask a question?” I said as I looked from Matthew to Clint.
“Sure,” Clint answered.
“If the secret service has to be with the Vice President at all times, how did Vice President Howard get killed?”
“Kayla!” Matthew said as he pulled me back toward him.
The words had left my mouth before I could filter them. I instantly regretted asking such a rude questions. It wasn’t meant to be as rude as it sounded, it was just a thought I had when the secret service officer had said he would have someone with us at all times. It seemed a reasonable question when it first crossed my mind.
“No, Mr. Storm, it is quite all right. Ms. Wilson, this is a new protocol for us after that incident. Previously we did allow unattended time. Because of that incident, the President has asked that a secret service member is on staff at all times.”
“Thank you Mr. Bomber,” Matthew said as he shook his hand. “I appreciate you all keeping me and my loved ones safe.”
“Yes, sir. I’m going to retreat to the basement, let us know if you need anything.”
“Thank you again, sir.”
Matthew and the secret service officer shook hands one last time and then Clint made his way down to the basement. I didn’t understand how Matthew was going to be alright with having someone follow him at all times. He seemed to like to do a lot of things in private like pay people to commit crimes or sell stories; I still wasn’t exactly sure what he had done before.
As Clint made his way downstairs, Matthew grabbed my hand and we walked upstairs to his bedroom. I still had no idea how I was going to deal with everything that was going on. All I knew for sure was that I didn’t want to be that kind of woman who flew off the handle when things didn’t go my way. Instead, I wanted Matthew to understand that it was better to involve me in decisions if he really wanted to get his way.
Matthew closed the door behind us and I walked right over to the bed and started to take my clothes off.
“Get on the bed,” I said firmly.
I could tell he was shocked by my reaction, but at that point, I didn’t really care. I was going to be in charge and that was all there was to it. Matthew needed to understand just how much control I had. I wasn’t just in charge of our relationship, I had more power than he wanted to believe in regards to his political career. I knew for a fact that it would look bad if I left Matthew at that point. There would be a huge controversy about him dating someone who worked for him; Matthew needed me to stay there with him.
“Kayla, I’m sorry for not correcting the President,” Matthew said as he walked over to me.
“We aren’t talking right now,” I said to him as I started to take off his tie.
I saw the look of desire building up in Matthew and he could hardly contain himself when he realized I wanted to have sex. Men were such simple creatures. They really didn’t care about much else besides sex and power. The more I had come to understand this, the easier life was getting for me.
As I finally got Matthew out of his clothes, I pressed him down onto the bed and quickly climbed on top of him. I didn’t play with him, I didn’t kiss him. Instead, I quickly slid on top of his hard body and felt the relief of the angry that was inside of me.
My body moved quickly against Matthew and I felt myself trying to get rid of the anger as I move harder and harder against him. Matthew didn’t squelch his duties and he quickly decided he wanted to feel the relief as well and he flipped me over so I was on the bed and he was on top of me.
His thrust were hard and firm inside of me and I held onto his torso firmly with each thrust. I couldn’t help but feel the pleasure of the moment as I dug my nails into his back and urged him to thrust harder and harder.
My legs wrapped around his waist and pulled him tightly toward me as he continued to move inside of me. We were both enjoying our angry sex more than I could have imagined we would. Matthew had a lot of pent up emotions and so did I.
Sweat poured off of him as he let loose a final thrust and exploded into me. But I wasn’t done yet and I certainly wasn’t about to let him have a victory at this point in our day. I dug my nails in deeper and pressed my pelvis against him as I urged him to continue his thrusts until I finish. He obliged me and continued to thrust, even though it was like torture to his body after he had just released his orgasm; Matthew continued so I could be happy.
That was what I needed from him outside of the bedroom. I needed him to do things that would make me happy. No matter what else was going on, I needed to know that Matthew was going to do whatever was necessary to ensure I was happy. If I could trust that he was going to do that, then I could continue on with our relationship. If I couldn’t trust that he really had my best interest in his thoughts, then what use was it to be with the man?
As our bodies finally collapsed in exhaustion, I didn’t stay and rest with Matthew; instead I went straight to the shower and locked the door as I went in. My legs were shaky from exhaustion but I didn’t want Matthew to know he had delivered that kind of pleasure to me. Instead, I made it to the bathroom and started the shower as I slid down onto the bathtub and tried to calm my shaky legs.
“Kayla, are you alright?” Matthew said at the door as he tried to come in. “Why did you lock the door?”
“I’m taking a shower, be out in a minute,” I said.
I just needed some time to myself without Matthew, without the secret service. I had to have some time to think. As I sat on the bathtub and let the shower run, I felt more powerful than I had before. Matthew was going to be the Vice President and if I followed along that meant I was going to be in a position I had never even fathomed before. Not in a million years had I thought I would be with a man who was so powerful. It seemed like things were happening quickly and I wasn’t prepared for it. Maybe my original plans for politics weren’t as useful as I had once thought. My position at that moment wasn’t something I had ventured to dream of this early in my political career, yet there I was. I had just fucked the Vice President of the United States of America.
My vision for my future as a congresswoman, and even the President someday, was all based on years and years of work. But somehow I was closer than ever to the White House and I hadn’t planned a single moment of it. Perhaps it was time for me to stop planning and just go along for the ride for a little bit? It would, at least, give me time to think about what I really wanted and make some plans.
One thing was for sure, I had to say yes to Matthew. I couldn’t let this man slip away from me. We were a good team and despite his deceit around the engagement, I did believe that he and I were meant to be. The future for us was something that would forever be intertwined and that meant I needed to get on board with the engagement.
I took my time showering and enjoyed the time to myself to think. The warm water gave me the perfect sense of relaxation and as I finally finished up and crawled into bed with Matthew, I felt more powerful than I had only one day before.
“Is everything alright?” Matthew asked as his arm pulled me in close to him.
“Yes, I think we should get married,” I said as my head snuggled up to his chest.
“I’m sorry about the President. Please don’t feel like we need to rush things. You can still have your three months to think about things. They don’t need to know that.”
I was grateful that Matthew had acknowledged my initial trepidation and his offer to wait three months like I had requested made me feel very confident in our relationship. Any anger I had toward him had melted away with that one simple sentence.
“Thank you, I appreciate that. But in light of the current situation, I think we should get married as soon as possible. The longer we wait, the more press will be around. Instead, I think we should have a quiet ceremony with just our family.”
Matthew sat up and looked me in the eyes as he smiled from ear to ear. I hadn’t seen him truly happy very often in our relationship. His smile made me smile almost instantly.
“I’d like that,” he said as he kissed me.
“One more thing,” I whispered between kisses.
“Anything.”
“I need to be included on decisions. If we are getting married, I need to know the good, the bad, and the ugly. I deserve to have the knowledge so I can make my own decisions. No more secrets.”
I couldn’t stand how Matthew had blindsided me with the press two times. He had to know that I was strong enough to understand the real world. If our only option was to get married, then just tell me. Be honest with what would help his career and keep everyone safe, that was all I needed. Honesty.
“Sometimes it’s not pretty. You don’t need to know everything about the underhanded world of politics.”
“True, I don’t need to know about all the political decisions. But if anything has an effect on me, I deserve to be involved. I will promise you that I will keep a level head and consider what is best for us. But you have to include me on these decisions.”
Matthew thought about it for a moment and then pulled my chin up so I was forced to look at him.
“You’re amazing,” he whispered. “I promise, I will include you on any decisions that you will be affected by. Even if they are not the prettiest of decisions, I will give you the opportunity to give feedback.”
“That’s all I ask. So first things first, you are going to have to fire me aren’t you?” I said as I smiled up at him.
I felt a huge sense of relief as he realized that I knew exactly what was coming. As much as I wanted to be involved in all his political dealings, my position was changing and I had to go along with it. There was no way I could continue to be his Chief of Staff and his fiancé. It was time to move on, I wasn’t exactly sure where I wanted to move on to or what I wanted to do, but I couldn’t stay in his office any longer.
“Yes, I think that would be best,” Matthew said as he kissed me gently.
“Promise me one thing,” I said. “Hire a man.”
Matthew laughed as he kissed me again and we let the kiss linger as we embraced and enjoyed the moment of calm between us. It was nice to feel like we were having a real conversation and that he was listening to me.
“I promise. Is there anything else?”
“Yes, make love to me,” I said softly as I pulled him on top of me.
My body longed to feel his sweet touch instead of the rough fucking we had just had. I wanted to see his gentle side, to know that I was making the right decision to be there with him and vow to continue to be with him.
It was like he sensed that I needed him in a whole different way. Slowly Matthew climbed on top of me and moved down to my toes. He started to gently kiss my legs as he moved up my body, spending just enough time on each part of my body. I pulled in a deep breath and tried to relax and enjoy the touch of his hands and lips on my body.
Matthew moved his fingers gently from my legs up to my hips as he pulled me down toward him. I got a quick glimpse of him and he had a boyish smile across his face. It made me giggle at how excited he looked to have me there with him. I wasn’t sure if he was just relieved that I hadn’t flipped out over the press conference or if he just really wanted to have me again, but I like it. I liked seeing Matthew happy, it was a much better look on him than when he was agitated or angry.
“Move in with me,” Matthew said as he kissing gently right above my belly button.
“What?”
“Move in with me tomorrow. Let’s get rid of your apartment and you come stay here. If we are going to get married anyways, it’s the best thing to do.”
“I like my apartment, though.”
It was true, I really loved my apartment. It was close to work and so nice to walk right over there after work. I didn’t have to worry about traffic or taking the train. But then it hit me, I didn’t have to worry about work anymore. I wasn’t going to be working with Matthew at his office. And that wasn’t even going to be his office anymore.
“We can talk about it. Perhaps we could keep it for a second place?” I suggested.
“Yes, that sounds perfect. So you’ll move in here, but we can keep the apartment as our secret get away,” Mathew teased.
I couldn’t help but laugh, “How secret could it be if we have a secret service detail standing outside the front door.”
We both started to laugh. It was clear that we weren’t going to be having any sort of clandestine get-togethers if the Secret Service was following Matthew everywhere he went. It was highly unlikely we were going to be able to do anything without clearly thinking things out first. It was going to be a huge change for me because I didn’t like to plan things all the time. Sure it was nice to plan my future, but the day to day tasks I liked to keep some flexibility in.
Matthew moved back to kissing my stomach as he inched further and further down my body. His hand pressed my pelvis toward him as he let his tongue gain control of me and my body relished the attention.
Slowly he moved his tongue against me and I felt my body building up to an explosion faster than I had expected. It was like I couldn’t control the emotion my body wanted to release. The faster he moved, the more out of control I felt. Soon I had my hands in his hair and I held on tightly as my body rocked with orgasm.
Matthew didn’t wait long as he moved up and positioned his muscular body on top of me. This time, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down to me so we could move as one. Each thrust was slow and sensual as I tucked my head into the corner of his neck and held onto him. Slowly, firmly, he pressed into me as his body got close to releasing.
It felt like home to me when Matthew was on top of me. I felt safe and like I could do anything I wanted in the world and he would be right there with me. Nothing else mattered at that moment. It didn’t matter who was outside the doors of our room, the only thing that mattered was the connection we had together.
Slowly I felt his body tighten as he pushed on last time to release. I wrapped myself around his body and let him release before I pulled him down on top of me to rest. Gently we kissed as we lay there sandwiched with each other. I knew I didn’t want another man in my life. Whatever Matthew’s faults were, they were ours now and we were going to deal with them. Just like whatever faults I had were ours and we would also have to deal with those. At that moment, I made the ultimate determination that I was ready to be with Matthew forever.
It still felt like there were some secrets between the two of us, but I had to trust that whatever those secrets were; they didn’t involve me. His political secrets would have to remain a mystery to me for the time being. I didn’t want to know those secrets, I feared what it was that he hid from me and there wasn’t much that I could do about it. The best thing for me was to stay away from those political secrets and hope that I could make a life for myself without ever needing to know that side of Matthew.
We spent the rest of our afternoon and evening in bed. Both of us were exhausted and it was impossible to move without getting some sleep. At least, we both knew that sleep was important to us and a necessary evil as we moved forward with the next step in our life.
I slept better that night than I had in a very long time. So many uncertainties had been decided in the last twenty-four hours. It was a relief to be moving forward and not have quite as much to worry about. Although, I was pretty sure I was going to have plenty of additional things to worry about once I got settled into the new life that was ahead for me.
“So what should I do with myself today?” I asked as Matthew got out of the shower and started to get dressed for his day.
“Well, what do you want to do?”
I hated that he was putting this back on me. I didn’t have a clue what I wanted to do with myself. I knew there were hundreds of possibilities, but nothing jumped out at me right away.
“I don’t know.”
“Why don’t you take the week off? Visit with your friends. Think about what you want to do. You could start a charity if you’d like, that would give you something to do that you felt proud of.”
“Like my own organization?”
“Sure, why not?”
“I’ve never thought of that before. Where would I get that kind of money?”
Matthew started to laugh and I didn’t really know what was so funny. I didn’t think anything I had said sounded all that funny.
“Kayla, I have money, you are going to be my wife. It would make me very happy to help you with whatever you decided to do.”
I just sat on the end of the bed and contemplated what he had said. I would have never asked for Matthew to spend his money on me. But we were going to be married and I did have to resign from my position working with him. I had to think of something to do with myself that would motivate me.
“What if I don’t want to stop working?”
Matthew leaned down and kissed me.
“Then we can get you a job. I’ve got a little pull around here now,” he said through his chuckle. “Think about it, Kayla. You can do whatever you want.”
Matthew gave me one last kiss and then headed out for his day. I couldn’t move from my seat as I thought about all that was going on. It sort of felt like I had just been handed a lottery ticket and I had no idea what I wanted to do with it.
I could literally do whatever I wanted. It was a fresh start, something of a booster shot at life. I had to really think about what it was that I wanted out of life. What had I hoped to work my life toward doing in politics; I not had the opportunity to do that in the private sector.
Although Matthew’s money had not been a factor at all in my decision to agree to marry him, it was a huge factor in my future. Money wasn’t something that I had thought was important very much in my life, but the idea of getting to do whatever I wanted with my life was indeed a gift. I knew this. Not too many people could just spend their days working toward whatever personal or global goals they wanted to work on.
I could work to reduce world hunger, education children, or fight cancer. There were so many worthy causes. But I also wondered what would be best for me if I wanted to remain in politics. I did enjoy them very much. Perhaps I should find work that would keep me close to my political goals. I just didn’t know at all what I should do.
My best thought for the day was to call my friends and, at least, have a drink with them and discuss things. Although I had already called my family back home, my friends in Washington had learned the news along with everyone else at the press conference.
“Hey Ana,” I said as she answered her phone.
“Kayla, oh my God, I saw you on the news!”
“Do you and Kim want to get together for drinks today?”
“Yes, we need to catch up. I just can’t believe what is going on. How about five o’clock?”
“Sounds good, I’ll see you at our usual place,” I said as I hung up quickly.
It was weird to talk with my friends again. I felt like I had been swept up in Matthew’s life for weeks and hadn’t spent any time with them. Now I was steps away from marrying the current Vice President. My life was freaking crazy.
As I hung up the phone, I wondered if the secret service people were going to have to follow me out for drinks. I wasn’t really Matthew’s wife, surely they wouldn’t have to go everywhere with me.
I made my way downstairs and to the opening that led to the basement.
“Hello,” I said down the stairs.
It only took about 3 seconds before an agent was on his way up the stairs.
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Um, am I allowed to go places without you?” I asked as I looked up at that mammoth of a man.
“No.”
“So how does this work? I wanted to go over to my apartment and grab some things and I was going to have drinks with my friends when they got off work.”
“Ma’am we can get your things from your apartment. And why don’t you invite your friends over here?”
I stood still and looked up at him as I tried to figure out what to do next. I didn’t like either of his suggestions at all.
“Well, I’m going out for drinks. You can choose to come with me or whatever you need to do. I’m leaving at four o’clock,” I said as I turned to walk up the stairs. “And I’ll get my own things from my apartment too.”
The secret service officer just smiled at me as I turned and made my way up the stairs. I had to assume he had dealt with plenty of difficult people over the years and I wasn’t the first to go against what he wanted. But he had handled it like a professional, that was for sure.
When it was time to leave for my drink date with my girlfriends, the same secret service officer was waiting upstairs by the door when I came downstairs.
“Ma’am,” he said as he opened the door.
He opened the back seat of the SUV for me to get in.
“Do I have to sit in the back?” I asked.
“Are you always this difficult?” he said with a smile.
“Yes, probably. But I just don’t know the rules. Do I have to sit in the back or can I sit up front?”
“You can sit wherever you’d like for today,” he said. “By the way, I’m Allan.”
“Hi, Allan. Let’s get going,” I said as I climbed into the front seat.
He just smiled as he got into the driver’s seat of the black SUV. Allan was probably about Matthew’s age and looked like he had plenty of experience in either the military or the secret service. I genuinely didn’t want to make his life difficult, but I also hated the idea of him or any of the other men having to follow me around everywhere.
“I don’t really think it’s necessary for us to be with you all the time. If you are alright with that, I’ll drop you off to have your drinks with your friends and I can pick you up when you’re done,” Allan said as we drove to the bar.
It was pleasantly surprising to hear that I wasn’t going to have a secret service person with me at all time. I also knew that it probably wasn’t Allan opinion that mattered at all. I assumed he had already talked things over with the head of security and they had given him the go ahead to let me loose. It was a good idea, I couldn’t be kept cooped up all the time without having my freedom.
I could totally understand if we were going to official events or traveling, but having drinks with my friends seemed like a pretty casual thing that I didn’t need a babysitter for.
“Thanks, I’ll call you when I’m done,” I said as I climbed out of the vehicle.
Kim and Ana were crazy excited to see me. Although we had become close friends in our time in Washington, I suddenly felt like my new found famous boyfriend was going to change how our relationship worked out. But I was willing to give it a chance and see how things went.
“It’s so good to see you guys,” I said as we hugged and sat down.
They had already ordered my favorite drink and we were ready to get our party started.
“So you’re going to be the wife of the Vice President?” Ana said as she started to bounce up and down in her seat.
“It’s really weird. I swear just yesterday I felt like the whole city was going to eat me up. I wasn’t even sure Matthew was the right guy for me.”
“Well, my last boyfriend slept with some skanky ho and then tried to hit me when I called him on it, trust me. Matthew is a better catch than any of us have,” Ana said as she took a long swig of her drink.
Ana brought up a really good point, Matthew wasn’t at all like the kind of guy I would consider a bad guy to date. The issues we had weren’t at all serious when you put it into perspective with women getting hit.
“Oh, my gosh. I know, my boyfriend drinks so much I can hardly get him off the couch when it’s time to go to bed. Half the time he’s just passed out there when I wake up in the morning,” Kim added.
“You guys need to find better men,” I teased.
“Maybe I should start dating a Senator,” Kim teased.
“Kim!” Ana balked.
“No, no, it’s alright. I know what you’re saying and I’d say if you can find a hot single Senator you should go for him. It worked out well for me.”
We continued to laugh and drink for almost three hours before I turned and looked at the bar and noticed that Allan was sitting up there. I caught his gaze and knew that he had totally lied to me about letting me come into the restaurant alone to have drinks with my friends.
I raised my glass to him and he raised his water to me as we both nodded our heads in agreement. I actually didn’t mind him sitting way over there and leaving me alone. I had pictured a security detail meaning that he was going to have to sit at my table with me and my friends as we gossiped about our men. But from the other side of the room I was alright with that.
“Who is that?” Kim asked.
“He’s my secret service agent,” I said as I put my face into my hands in embarrassment.
“Oh, my gosh. This is like the coolest thing ever,” Kim said as she waved at Allan to come over.
He reluctantly walked over to our table.
“Hello ladies,” he said as he stood next to me.
“Wow Kayla, you have a hunk like this around you all the time. I wouldn’t have settled for Matthew Storm if I could have had a hunk of a man like this,” Ana said seductively to Allan.
“Oh, God,” I couldn’t believe what Ana had just said and I left my face in my hands in embarrassment. “I’m so sorry Allan. We’ve had a few drinks. Please forgive my friend Ana.”
“Yes, Allan, please forgive me,” Ana said as she wrote her number down on a napkin. “Then call me sometime so I can ask forgiveness in person.”
“Oh, God, Ok girls I’m going to get going now,” I said as pure embarrassment flushed through my face.
“It was nice to meet you, ladies,” Allan said as I gave the girls each a hug and started to make my way out of the restaurant.
Allan was quickly right behind me, I didn’t look back to see if he had taken the napkin from Ana or not. I really didn’t want to know. It was so embarrassing to have one of my friends practically throwing herself at my new secret service security detail.
“I’m sorry,” I said again as I loaded myself into the SUV.
“It’s alright. I can handle a little flirting from your friends.”
“I know, but it wasn’t professional. I’m sorry.”
“I once had a client who vomited all over me, I think I’d rather have a cute girl flirting with me,” Allan said as we made our way out of the parking lot. “Do you want to swing by your place before we go home?”
It was weird to consider Matthew’s house as my home, up until the day before I was living in my own apartment and feeling extremely independent.
Allan didn’t ask me any questions and simply drove me straight to my apartment. He came upstairs with me and even carried some bags for me as I loaded him up with all my suitcases full of things. It had turned out to be rather helpful that he was there.
On our way back to Matthew’s house, I felt my phone vibrating and reached into my purse to grab it. It was odd to have Allan driving me around and I noticed a weird feeling of uncertainty as I answered my phone.
“Hey Matthew, how was your first day?” I said.
“It was good. Let’s have some dinner, when will you and Allan be home?”
It surprised me that Matthew knew I was out with Allan.
“Soon, see you in fifteen minutes.”
As we hung up, I looked over at Allan. Even though he was trying to pretend like he wasn’t listening to my conversation, it was impossible for him not to have heard me.
“Why does Matthew know I’m with you?”
“Ma’am, there’s no secrets in the secret service; we communicate where you both are at all times.”
I broke out in uncontrollable laughter. I wasn’t sure if it was just the whole of all the events that had occurred over that last few days. But I felt like I had just released an explosion of laughter that I couldn’t control at all. It was fun to get to release some laughter and not have to worry at all about being politically correct. I really liked Allan and hoped that he would get to be my security detail most of the time.
“There're no secrets in the secret service,” I said through my tears of laughter. “That sounded like the corniest line in the world.”
Luckily Allan also thought it was funny by that point and we were both doubled over in laughter as we continued the drive home. It was fun and I felt a huge sense of release that I really needed.
As we walked into the house, Allan and I were still smiling and laughing. He opened the door for me and as I walked in I saw Matthew just staring at me with a stern look. He didn’t look amused at all by the laughter that was going on between Allan and I.
“Well, it looks like you two had a fun day,” Matthew said as he sat at the kitchen table.
“Yes, sir,” Allan said. “Have a good night, Miss Wilson. You too, Mr. Storm,” Allan said as he walked straight downstairs.
“Did you enjoy your secret service detail?” Matthew said as he looked angrily at me.
I really didn’t know what he was so angry about. I hadn’t done anything that would make him angry. We had only been laughing together. But it was extremely clear that Matthew didn’t like what was going on at all. He behaved appropriated with Allan, but I feared that I was going to hear some backlash about how I was behaving. Even though I didn’t feel like I had done anything wrong, I did try to explain.
“Yes, it was funny. I had drinks with my friends and one of them was flirting with him. Then on the way home he said ‘there are no secrets in the secret service,’ it was so funny,” I said as I wrapped my arms around him and kissed Matthew.
Was he actually jealous of the secret service agent? I wasn’t sure, but it wasn’t anything to be jealous about.
“That sounds funny,” Matthew said as he kept a straight face.
He obviously didn’t think anything I had said sounded all that funny. But I was buzzed from the alcohol and I wasn’t in any mood to deal with him having attitude.
“I’m sorry baby,” I said as I leaned over and kissed him back.
“Fuck me,” he said as he pulled me into his lap.
“Matthew, there’s camera’s down here. We can’t do it here. Let’s eat dinner and go upstairs.”
Matthew didn’t answer me at all. Instead, he pushed the meal off of the table and lifted me up in front of him. He quickly pulled my pants off and spread my legs as his mouth dove down to devour me. It was obvious he wanted to prove a point to all the secret service officers that I wasn’t allowed to have fun with any of them. I was Matthew’s, not theirs.