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We flew on a normal commercial airline as we made our way back to Chicago. Matthew thought it would seem too outrageous if people saw us getting on a private jet now that he was the Vice President. Of course, we sat in First Class, which was another first for me. I had spent my entire life in coach with no hope of ever making it past that little curtain divider on the plane.
Matthew held my hand and we kissed and cuddled each other like we were a young couple right out of a fairytale book. It was nice, whatever was going on between us the last few weeks was really nice and I liked it. For me, I would have been perfectly fine with keeping our whole relationship in the lovey-dovey fun area. Unfortunately, I felt it was all a farce. Matthew was trying to make sure I was happy until we married.
It seemed a little deceitful at first, but the more I thought about it the more it made me love him even more. Matthew was showing that he could put an effort forward for my needs. He knew I would want things to go smoothly for our wedding. He was showing me that he cared and I was going to take full advantage of that caring.
Throughout the flight we talked about the wedding and everyone that was going to be there. We were excited to get our families together and to be starting a new chapter in our lives. The cloud of negativity that had haunted us as Matthew fought to get the VP position, was finally lifting. The new happier relations was something I really felt like I could build my life on.
We got off the plane with no big fanfare. I really thought we had done a great job of keeping things a secret. But the second we walked outside the terminal toward the limousine that was waiting; we were swarmed by the press trying to get a picture of us together.
Matthew did great. He wrapped his arm around me and held me close to him as we pushed our way through the crowd of photographers. We only had one secret service agent with us at that time and he led the way and opened the car door for us.
I climbed in first and then looked up to see Matthew standing outside the vehicle. There were dozens of cameras flashing and he waited for them all to calm down.
“I know you all want the story, but I’d appreciate a little private time with my fiancé as we come home to spend a much needed weekend with our families.”
“Mr. Storm, is it true that you two will be getting married this weekend?” One reporter asked.
Matthew didn’t answer and instead climbed into the limousine as he waved goodbye to them all.
“It’s like you’re some sort of rock star,” I laughed.
“We are rock stars. The American public loves a good love story. You know my new publicists says that you are helping people like me.”
“Yes, because you’re so hard to like otherwise,” I teased.
The drive to my parents’ house seemed like it took forever. I couldn’t wait to see my father and mother. My father was still very weak and sick, but he was fighting the good fight and I couldn’t wait to wrap my arms around him. Our relationship had never been all that great, but luckily we had started to mend it and I was excited to have him walk me down the aisle.
There were photographers outside my parents’ house and that was when I knew we were going to be in trouble. Although I had done my best to keep everything as low key as possible. The press were much more intelligent than I had given them credit for.
“I’m so sorry for the press outside,” Matthew said to my parents as he hugged each of them. “I’m sure it is very difficult for you.”
“I love it. I started making them help me carry my groceries in. I’m putting them to work if they want pictures,” my mother joked.
“What a perfect idea. Perhaps we should have them help set up the wedding,” Matthew said.
Our visit was nice with my family. After a short time with my parents, my aunts and uncles arrived. They brought my cousins and we all had a huge family dinner. Matthew’s socializing game was perfect. He spent time talking to everyone. I often saw him laughing and joking with my relatives.
The way he was so charismatic with everyone was something I admired a lot. He made it seem so simple. The way he talked to everyone and made them feel special. It was a gift he had, and it certainly had helped him get to where he was in life.
By the end of the evening we were getting ready to head to our hotel and my father stopped us at the door. His fragile hand grabbed Matthew’s and he pulled him off to the side. I couldn’t quite hear what was being said, but I saw them shake hands and my father pat Matthew on the back. I smiled at how proud my father looked.
“What did he say to you?” I asked as we got into our car.
“I’ll never tell.”
“Oh, come on. He’s my Dad.”
“Oh, yes, but it’s a little secret just between men,” Matthew said as he pulled me toward him and started to kiss me.
“No, no, no mister. We’re getting married in two days. I think you’ll just have to wait and make an honest woman out of me,” I teased.
“Yes, Ma’am,” Matthew said as he continued to kiss me.
I could tell he was hoping I would change my mind and decide we should have some hot hotel sex before our wedding. But I thought it would be fun to have a couple days without Matthew. To his surprise, I had booked us two separate rooms at the hotel.
“What? No. We can’t do that. The secret service isn’t staffed enough to watch two separate rooms,” Matthew balked at my plan.
“I’ve already cleared it with them,” I said as I grabbed my suitcase and made my way to my room.
“I’ll make it up to you on our wedding night,” Matthew promised.
“I can’t wait.”
As I shut the door behind me to my private room, I felt a sense of relieve. It was nice to have some space and not feel like I had to do absolutely everything just perfectly. I drew myself a bath and turned on some music as I tried to relax and think about the plans for the next few days.
We had rehearsals, dinners, fittings and lots of small get togethers. It was going to be an exhausting few days, that was for sure. But when everything was said and done; I was going to be married.
It was astonishing to even think about. In less than a year I had gone from a wide-eyed new college graduate to a Washington D.C. socialite. My life certainly hadn’t been a fairytale, though, it was a lot of hard work dealing with Matthew and the mess of politics. But I could see the finish line and I was ready to move forward in a much calmer and less political world.
Matthew had reached his goal, he was the Vice President. Sure I knew he would want to run for the Presidency at the next election, but that was three whole years away. We had at least three years to settle in and get use to our new life. I could find a career or volunteer job that I felt passionate about, Matthew could stop worrying about needing to take over the world. We could both just sit back and relax with each other for awhile.
The next 24 hours were a blur to me and before I knew it I was standing at the end of a white aisle in the backyard of Matthew’s family estate. My father was on one side of me, dressed in a debonair black tuxedo. I could see Matthew at the altar in an equally handsome tuxedo.
As the music started, my father and I made our way down the aisle slowly. We took our time as my father was still weak and I didn’t want him to get too exhausted. He had been using a walker up until the week before, so he needed my assistance in stabilizing himself a little.
Matthew looked at me with a goofy grin that I had luckily seen more and more of lately. He seemed so happy. Not just on our wedding day, but in the weeks that led up to our wedding day. Matthew actually seemed like himself lately and I loved that. It made me excited to spend the rest of my life with him.
As we said our vows I couldn’t help but think that I was turning into a better person because of Matthew. I was stronger and more willing to take on obstacles in my life. I felt an inner strength when I was with Matthew that I hadn’t felt much before I met him. It was a new me and I couldn’t wait to share it with the world.
“Do you Matthew Allen Storm take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward,” the clergy member asked.
“I do,” Matthew responded.
“Do you Michaela….”
The clergyman was interrupted as a photographer, who had been hiding out in a nearby tree, fell from the tree and landed hard onto the ground. The man screamed out in pain and our whole ceremony had to be stopped as we called an ambulance and he was rushed off.
Matthew was angry and went straight up to the head of security and pulled him around the corner. I could only imagine what an earful that man was getting from Matthew. After the death of the previous Vice President, it was sad how the secret service still seemed to be missing some really important issues.
“Is everything alright?” I asked as he came back.
“Yes, of course. But I’m filing a formal complaint. That could have been an assassin or something like that. They need to do a better job.”
I totally agreed with him.
We finished the ceremony without any further incidents and Matthew ended by giving me a huge kiss and dipping me all the way down to the ground. He lifted me up and held my hand as we made our way back down the aisle together and to the reception.
It was at the reception that I felt the most at ease. Even with important people like the President and First Lady there, I was also surrounded by my own family and friends. We were both surrounded by such love and caring, it was easy to feel comfortable.
The most stressful time of the whole night was when my friend Rebecca took the microphone to make her speech. I held onto Matthew’s hand tightly as I prepared myself for what might be a very offensive speech. I even took a second to look over at the President and catch his gaze with a shy smile. Hopefully, he wouldn’t be too offended by Rebecca.
“In our lifetime, we are all meant to find that Yin to our Yang. It’s hard. Some of us spend decades looking for it. Others of us think we have found it only to realize we weren’t quite there yet. Matthew and Kayla are the lucky ones. The Gods brought them together and delivered each other into the kindest most loving relationship anyone could have. I’m so grateful to call you both my friends. To Matthew and Kayla!” Rebecca said as she shot her class up into the air for a toast.
Everyone applauded at her beautiful words and I sat there in utter shock at how eloquent she was.
“Now that was a fucking speech,” she whispered into my ear as she sat down.
“Damn right it was,” I laughed.
We danced our night away at the reception. It was a fun filled night of drinking, laughing, and love. Everyone that attended the wedding was so full of happiness for us. It was so nice to see everyone.
I drank, more than I normally did, but the dancing probably helped to wear off the alcohol a bit. When Matthew and I finally made it back to our honeymoon suite I couldn’t wait to get my hands on him. The whole day had gone off without a hitch, well except for the photographer falling from the sky. Other than that, it was truly a beautiful day and a great start to our new life.
“I’m going to rock your world,” Matthew said as he lifted me up and carried me through the threshold of the room.
Our room was decorated with rose petals and champagne, It was the idealistic honeymoon suite.
Our hands moved quickly to remove our each other’s wedding day outfits and soon we were standing there naked. I couldn’t help but walk over to the floor to ceiling window and look out over the city. It was a clear and beautiful night with the city lights shining into our room.
Matthew came up behind me and I felt his rock hard excitement as he wrapped his arms around me and looked out over the city with me.
“This is it baby. We’re going to take over the world.”
His hands moved to my center as he worked to build up my excitement. I leaned against the glass and the cold rushed through my body setting every nerve on end. Soon Matthew pressed me forward and I felt him enter me from behind.
Our thrusts were slow, sensual thrusts as my breasts pressed up against the window and my body was exposed to the world below. Luckily, it was three o’clock in the morning and we were forty stories in the air; I felt relatively safe in my exposure.
Over and over we moved together as our bodies reveled in the commitment we had just decided on. When Matthew brought me over to the bed it was a nice change and I felt the warmth of his kisses as he moved up my body.
When Matthew wanted to be sweet and loving; he could do it. His hands were gentle as he moved over me and I felt like his queen that night. Every position we tried, every moan that came out, it was all of pure bliss and a sign that we were building ourselves up to the ultimate deliverance of passion.
Exhaustion set in by the next morning when we had to wake up and get back to the airport by eight o’clock. I could hardly move and was more than happy to allow others to carry my things and to allow Matthew to take the lead in getting us back home.
On the plane, I reclined my seat fully and quickly fell asleep. I only woke up briefly when Matthew handed me a mimosa to sip on as we landed. Life was good. Our life was good. I saw a lot of smooth sailing ahead of us and I couldn’t wait to see just where life was going to take us.
But when we got back to Matthew’s house, the head of our security detail was waiting for Matthew. He looked angry. More than angry, he looked like he was going to punch Matthew in the face.
“You can’t do this,” Clint said to Matthew in a firm tone.
“Kayla, why don’t you head upstairs. I think mister Bomber and I need to have a conversation.”
I had no idea what was going on, but I did as I was asked and made my way up the stairs. Of course, I sat at the top and did my best to listen to what was going on downstairs. Clint Bomber was a good man. He had been great to us and I had a gut feeling that he really would have done anything and everything to keep us safe.
I wasn’t sure if Matthew had complained about the security during our trip home, or if there was something else that was bothering Clint. But I certainly was going to listen in to their conversation and try to figure out why he was so angry.
“You told us to back off Matthew. It was your idea. You can’t then go and complain because the security sucked at your wedding.”
“I can do whatever I damn well please,” Matthew said.
I knew that Matthew was right. I used to think that it wasn’t true and that Matthew needed to follow the rules just like everyone else. But the last few months had taught me one really good lesson; Matthew was above the rules. He seemed to be able to make himself into a winner no matter what the situation was.
I cringed at the idea of Clint picking a fight with Matthew. I knew that the result was going to be Clint losing his job with us; possible he would lose his job altogether. Matthew was too strong to be messed with. There was nothing in his way anymore, I silently urged Clint to back down; although I knew he wouldn’t hear my thoughtful prayers I sent to him.
“You’re not above the law Mr. Strom. I’m not sure what it is you’re trying to do by making the secret service look bad, but I’m not going to stand for it.”
“Do what you have to do,” Matthew said in an unusually calm voice.
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“Well, Clint, I think maybe it’s time for you to move on. Perhaps keeping one of the retired Presidents safe would be a better job for you.”
I heard the calm threatening tone in Matthew’s voice and new that Clint didn’t have a chance. For whatever reason, Matthew had decided that Clint wasn’t going to be working for us anymore.
I couldn’t quite understand what they were arguing about though. It sounded like Matthew had called off the security team and Clint felt like that was why the photographer had gotten into the wedding. But it seemed like there was much more going on and I just hadn’t heard all the details yet.
“I’ve worked this detail for ten years. Don’t threaten me Matthew. I know what you’re doing. I’m not going to let you go through with it. I’ve got a lot more information than you’d ever want to know. Don’t make yourself out to be the saint here.”
Oh, I liked Clint for his efforts in standing up to Matthew, but he clearly didn’t know who he was dealing with. Matthew wasn’t going to let anyone threaten him. Whatever information Clint had on Matthew was probably just the tip of the iceberg and Matthew had a way of sinking icebergs before they became issues.
“Clint, I think you’re mistaking what I’m saying. There is no threat toward you. I simply am suggesting that you move on. If my techniques are too much for your delicate system, then you shouldn’t continue to work for me.”
Again Matthew was freakishly calm and I heard Clint slam the door as he left without even responding to Matthew. I didn’t dare move though, I didn’t want Matthew to know I had been listening to the whole conversation. Instead, I waited as Matthew called for the other agents to come upstairs.
“Get up here, all of you,” I heard him yell down the opening to the basement. “Just to be clear, I’m in charge here. If I give an order that you all don’t like, just suck it up and do it. If that is too much for you then I invite you to change posts. This isn’t going to be pretty. I’m not a nice guy. I do horrible things and I’m going to expect you to do them with me. If you got into this job to be heroes then I’ll give you a fight worth fighting. But if you got into this job to follow rules and abide by some oath that means nothing in a life or death situations; leave. I don’t have time for you.”
None of the secret service officers said a word. The silence was palpable until Matthew sent them back downstairs to continue their work.
The noise from them moving down the stairs was just the cover I needed to hurry into the bedroom and slide under the covers. I turned the light off and closed my eyes as I heard Matthew coming up the stairs.
I was interested to see if he would share with me the details of his conversation. We had talked about how I wanted to be involved in all the decisions that had anything to do with me. I wasn’t exactly sure if this fit that criteria, but I couldn’t wait to see how honest Matthew was going to be with me; now that we were husband and wife.
The door opened slowly and I waited for Matthew to come to me. He didn’t. Instead I heard him at the foot of the bed.
“Sorry for yelling at them like that on our first full day of wedded bliss,” Matthew said as I looked up at him and saw he was taking off his clothes.
“I trust that they deserved it,” I said softly. “What did Clint do?”
Matthew was silent as he grabbed the covers and pulled them off of me to expose my naked body. His eyes were wild with desire as he crawled onto the bed and moved slowly up my body toward me. Each inch was filled with tension and desire as I felt his hands graze against my skin.
“They started a revolt.”
“A revolt. Are we at war?” I laughed as Matthew made it on top of me and pressed his body down on me.
He smiled at me and let his fingers play with my hair. His face looked so gentle and loving, yet I could feel his heart pounding with adrenaline from the argument he had just had.
“Yes. It’s a war. Everyone is against us. We can’t trust anyone but each other.”
“Then tell me the truth. What did Clint do that was so bad?”
Matthew pressed his body against mine and slowly thrust into me as our eyes locked together. I pulled his lips to mine and let them mingle with each other as his thrusts came harder and harder. I still wanted to know what Clint had done, but I was going to play Matthew’s game of passion with him.
My arms wrapped around him as I held his body close to mine and took him inside of me hard and deep. It was impossible not to moan out in pleasure as our bodies moved together, but I still wanted to know. I needed to know. Our marriage was going to be one of equality and that meant that Matthew was going to do as he promised and share his life with me.
“Tell me,” I urged him.
Matthew waited and then stopped his thrusts as he answered me.
“He didn’t trust me.”
“Did you trust him?”
“No.”
“Do you trust me?” I asked Matthew as I held onto him.
“Yes.”
“Then tell me the truth. Why did you want him gone?”
His eyes looked glaringly at me as Matthew tried to decide whether he was really going to tell me or not. I smiled up at him to reassure him that I could handle whatever it was that he was going to say.
“He was too honest.”