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Daniel Walker Richards descended the steps of the White House. His father, John Edward Richards was the President of the United States. Even though David was twenty one years old, he still lived in the White House with his parents. He was the only child of John and Carol Richards, and was their pride and joy. His father had become president the year before, when Daniel was twenty, and Daniel had never been more proud of his father. But, even though he was proud of his father, he wished his father would be more accepting of who he was. His father wanted him to get married to an appropriate woman, have children, and go into politics. Currently, Daniel was a student at Harvard University, studying political science. He hated it, but he didn't dare say no to his father's wishes. After all, his father was the most powerful man in the country, maybe even the world.

As Daniel walked down the steps on this particular day, he breathed in the fresh air and tried to forget that there were Secret Service men and guards behind, in front, and around him. He had absolutely no privacy, and he hated that. His father explained to him all the time why it was necessary, but Daniel still hated it. He had just arrived home for the summer the night before, and there was a large ball tonight in his honor. He dreaded the ball, as many diplomats, senators and leaders would be there, and his father would be pointing out all the eligible young women.

"Mr. Richards, sir?" Daniel turned around to see his father's chief-of-staff, Edward Morrison.

"Yes, what is it?" Daniel asked.

"Your father wishes to see you in his office. After that, it will be time for you to prepare for the ball tonight." Mr. Morrison informed him. Edward Morrison was a tall man, and a little overweight. He was very good at what he did, but he was cold. He didn't show emotion, and Daniel had yet to see him smile.

"Very well, I will be right there." Daniel turned to look at the gardens once more, and turned to go into the house. He found it funny the way Mr. Morrison had said "he wishes to see you in his office."

"It's only the most famous office in the world," Daniel chuckled to himself.

Later on that night, Daniel was standing in the ballroom at the White House, talking to Senator Williams, one of his father's closest friends. He glanced around to see if his father was nearby, when his eyes fell on a young woman. He recognized her immediately as the daughter of the Secretary of State, Ryan Walters. She was a beautiful girl, tall and slim, with light auburn hair and beautiful aqua eyes. She wore a light blue gown that matched the shade of her eyes to perfection, and brought out the red highlights in her hair. She was absolutely stunning, Daniel thought to himself. There was only one problem. Daniel's father had never liked Walters. In fact, he hated the man, and Walter's hated President Richards. They had never gotten along, but the president was pressured into nominating him. Daniel decided to go over and at least find out what the girl's name was. He excused himself and walked over to the girl.

"Excuse me, but I don't believe we've met. I am Daniel Richards, and you are?" Daniel left his sentence hanging waiting for her response.

"Chelsea. Chelsea Walters. I've heard a lot about you, and your father, obviously, and I've always wanted to meet you. It's a pleasure" She smiled at him.

"The pleasure is all mine Miss Walters." He kissed her gloved hand and smiled at her.

"Please, Mr. Richards, call me Chelsea." She requested.

"Very well, but only if you address me as Daniel," he smiled back. "May I have the honor of this dance Chelsea?" He knew he was treading on dangerous ground, but he had to dance with her.

"Of course!" She accepted his outstretched hand, and they walked to the dance floor.

On the other side of the room, President Richards watched angrily as his son asked the daughter of his arch enemy to dance.

By the end of the evening, Chelsea and Daniel were quite taken with each other. When it was about time for the ball to end, Daniel pulled Chelsea onto the balcony.

"Why Daniel, what are you doing?" She asked him, laughing as he pulled her.

"I know that we just met, and that our fathers will never approve, but I want to see you again. Can you meet me tomorrow sometime?" Daniel sucked in his breath, waiting for her answer.

"I will meet you tomorrow. Just tell me when!" Daniel could here the smile in her voice.

"Wonderful!" He exclaimed. "How about tomorrow at the Stafford Hotel for dinner? Say about seven?" For the moment, Daniel forgot that he was the son of the president, and that his father would find out if he went to a public place.

"Sounds perfect." Chelsea said happily. "I must go now; my father will be looking for me. I'll meet you tomorrow night then." With that, she walked away, leaving Daniel counting the minutes until the next night.

Chelsea's POV

Chelsea readied for bed that night. She thought back to what had happened between her and Daniel. He made her feel wonderful, like no other man had ever made her feel. She desperately wanted to see Daniel again, but she also was getting some pleasure out of the fact that her father would not approve. He had a bunch of stuffy old politicians lined up for her to meet, and hopefully marry one of them. She and Daniel were much alike in that way. As she fell asleep, she dreamed of Daniel, and the dinner the next night.

The next evening, Chelsea went up to her room at around five thirty to get ready for her date with Daniel. She had been fidgeting all day, willing the clock hands to move faster. She went into her wardrobe, and after rejecting many outfits, she finally selected a black pencil skirt with a lovely cream blouse. A camel colored coat and black heels completed the outfit. She styled her hair and picked up her bag. Leaving her room, she bumped into her father.

"Where on earth are you going Chelsea?" Her father inquired, looking at her attire.

"I am going to dinner with some of my friends. I am sorry I didn't tell you, it came up rather suddenly." She was amazed at the ease with which she managed to lie to her father.

"Oh, well, have fun my dear!" Her father smiled at her, and walked down the hall. Chelsea sighed in relief, and hurried out the door.

Chelsea walked into the luxurious hotel, and smiled at the maitre-d.

"Hi, a table for two please?" She requested.

"Name?" The maitre-d was not very polite.

"Um, I don't have a reservation. This was kind of last minute, but you guys do have a table free right?" She was getting a little impatient. She never had trouble with this restaurant.

"I'm sorry madam, but if you don't have a reservation, we do not have a table." He had a snappy tone, and this sent Chelsea over the edge.

"Sir, I demand that you seat us immediately." Daniel's voice came from behind her, and she turned and smiled at him, then turned back to the maitre-d.

"I already said. You do not have a reservation, therefore, we will not seat you. Now if you will please leave." He glared at them.

"I demand to speak to a manager!" Chelsea raised her voice slightly.

"Suit yourself," the maitre-d disappeared for a few minutes, then reappeared with another man in tow. He explained the situation, and the manager smiled apologetically at them.

"Of course we have a table for you Miss Walters. I am sorry for the ignorance of our staff," as he finished his sentence he looked angrily at the maitre-d, "we always have room for the President's son and the daughter of a famous senator. I am so sorry for the trouble. Please come right this way." As he led them to a cozy candlelight table he reassured them that the maitre-d would be informed not to cause trouble for them again, and left them to their meal.

"Well, sorry for all the trouble," Chelsea apologized, "normally people know me, and I get a table right away. I apologize."

"Oh, don't worry about it. I did enjoy the look on the maitre-d's face when he realized who we were." He chuckled, and Chelsea joined in. As they ate, they talked about everything. They got to know each other, and both found themselves very attracted to the other. They were so wrapped up in their conversation that neither of them noticed the reporter eagerly taking their picture.

"And when my mother died, my father went into politics. He said it helped him forget about her." Chelsea finished sadly. "Ever since then, I have had to be the perfect politician's daughter, and my father has never had time for me. Now he has a bunch of men twice my age that want to marry me. I don't like any of them. I want to marry for love, and marry a man that has time for me." She suddenly realized that she was rambling. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to throw all that on you." She smiled at him.

"On the contrary, I like hearing about your life. I feel like I know you so much better now." He grinned back at her.

"Well, it is late, and I must be leaving. This has been the most enjoyable night. Thank you." She turned to leave, but Daniel grabbed her arm and whirled her around right into his arms. He lowered his head and kissed her passionately. She soon found herself responding, and her arms found their way around his neck as she kissed him back. Neither one knew who broke the kiss, but when it ended, Chelsea spoke.

"I-I'm sorry. I don't know what got into me." She stammered, trying to come up with an excuse.

"It was my fault, I started it," Daniel broke in. "I hope you don't mind. I couldn't help myself. I don't want you to leave without telling me I can see you again."

"I don't mind," Chelsea said shyly. She wrote down her cell phone number on a piece of paper, and handed it to him. He did the same, and they both left.

Daniel's POV

Daniel arrived home at the White House, and headed up to his room. He knew what he had done was dangerous, as he had gone alone with no escort. But this was different. No one could know of their relationship. His mind went back to their kiss. She had fit in his arms so perfectly, and her lips were so soft. He pulled himself back to reality, and fell asleep just minutes later.

The next morning, Daniel headed downstairs. His father was already working, and his mother was at a meeting. He had breakfast in the dining room, before going to his father's office, as was customary habit. His father was very angry this morning though.

"DANIEL! What do you think you are doing!" His father shouted at him.

"Father, what are you talking about?" Daniel wondered what he had done this time. He gasped when his father held up the morning newspaper. On the front cover was a picture of him and Chelsea at the hotel, in animated conversation. The headline read President's Son Has New Girlfriend!

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