I guess people were kinda hyped about this, so just for love! Here's the second chapter(; Review and comment.
Ashley's POV
"Good morning staff." I heard from above me. Aiden walked into the oval office as I was watching out the window. My mind was on about a thousand things but the most thought about was Miss. Spencer Carlin.
"Madam President." Aiden said as I spun my chair around.
I smiled at him and he laughed.
"As to you Chief." I shook my head at him. He was my best friend and I be damned if anything ever happened to this goofball.
"So what's on the list of things to fix today?" I asked and let Laura read off the recent events as I enjoyed a cup of coffee. It tasted like ass but eh. It kept me awake. I hated coffee but only drank it to keep up the American side of business. The only way I find it even close to drinkable was when it was spiked. But I've been clean for a while. I can't drink or else it gives me urges to do other activities presidents shouldn't be involved with. I stood up as the blah's became to make sense. I had a speech coming up at the Georgetown about involvement in government and politics. It was supposed to by my inspirational life story. It was more like a memorized script I read off of in order to get applause and thumbs up from the young adults. I just flew back from Egypt at four. Getting about a couple of hours of sleep, Aiden stayed here and kept my throne from any damage. Gail Donald's my vice president was probably still sleeping. We were supposed to meet up but men and their sleep I tell you. I gave instructions on the days checklist and told Aiden to go enjoy Kyla. I shut the door and found my remote. I looked around and took off my shoes. This never got old. I took a breath and took off my jacket.
"Yeah b, talk yo' shit!" I said as the song played from the speaker put into the oval.
I began to shake my butt to Beyonce piercing through them and let my hair down bobbing my head up and down. I was talking along to Jay Z and tried my hardest to walk back and forth like a gangster knowing I probably wasn't as "hard" as I hoped I appeared.
"You know I used to beat that block.. now I bzed the block."
I was beginging to get my beyonce on. I jumped on my desk and pointed out to the picture of Washington that was over my fireplace.
"Let me Upgrade U…"
"Shuffling ipod." I said wanting a more.
I heard a knock on the door and I turned around immediately.
"Stop music." I said jumping off my desk having my foot caught on a binder and face planted.
I stood up when my husband walked in.
"Exercising are we?" He asked laughing and I shook my head. Diego Martin. He had his hair greased back. We were married at 22 after dating all through college at USC. He had dark brown eyes matching his brown eyes. He played football and I was apart of student organization. I didn't legally change my name because of my last name. Davies, which was the only thing my father actually left for me to have. He placed a kiss on my check and I coldly walked away.
"I didn't know you were back?" He asked and I shrugged.
"You didn't ask." I said he looked unamused. We were in the middle of a dead marriage. It had been dead for the last 10 years of our lives.
"We have dinner tonight with.."
"I know. Is that all you wanted?" I asked and he nodded and walked out.
Asshole ruined my moment. Moments later Aiden and Kyla walked in.
"Hello." I smiled and they shook their heads.
"So how's communications going for you?" I asked
"I like it. Wren has is an amazing journalist. He is showing me a lot. I'm learning even more. I'm glad you gave me this opertunity Ash." Kyla hugged me.
"Ew. When was the last time you actually showered?" Kyla asked and I smelled my airpits.
"I think before I went to Eygpt?"
"Can you go shower please? Jesus. I'm surprised you don't scare terriosts away by how much you stink."
"Thanks." I replied and Aiden laughed.
"I think I'm going to go jog before I clean up. Get a little energy." I announced and walked out. I told my agents Conway and Beckham as I went up to change. I grabbed my black pair of under armor leggings and my USC lacrosse sweatshirt. Agents Conway and Beckham were on my tail as I ran throughout the gardens of the white house. I took an oath to run two hours a day. Whenever I was home I ran in nature whenever I was away it was treadmill. I love home. I ran without music because I loved to hear everything surrounding me. It always felt like five minutes when I was done but my route was always something to look forward to.
After my run I took to the shower at Kyla's request and took my sweet time. I knew when I got out that I had wedding things to plan with Kyla. I was her maid of honor. I found a simple cream cocktail dress in my closet that I wore with black high heeled shoes and a matching blazer jacket. I walked down into a conference room I had arranged for the bridal shower to be met by familiar blue eyes. Spencer was wearing a black dress and black high heel shoes. I looked at her and lost all air in my lungs. She was stunning. Her hair was straight and she stood by the window.
"Madam President." I was greeted by many I shook hands and kept eye contact with Spencer. I haven't seen her in about a month. She took my breath away everything I saw her. I knew I would see her. It was a giveaway since we were both involved with Kyla's wedding.
"Hello Madam President." She spoke clearly and with crisp annunciation.
"Hello Miss. Carlin." I smiled and we kissed another on the check as if it was normal or so route. Her smell caught me off guard as it filled my nostrils with her scent. I was hungry and needed more. Her voice gave me goose-bumps and I restrained from taking her the moment her lips parted to speak to me again.
"How are you?" She asked raising her hand to rest below her mouth across her chin barely touching her pink lips.
"I'm busy you as well?" I asked and watched as her eyes studied my face. I looked along her lines. She hadn't looked like she had aged at all within the last couple of years. I felt this attraction to her. It pulled me and pushed me. It was a force no one could understand or truly describe the actual feeling.
"Of course." She answered without further statement she turned and listened to the party coordinator and refused to look back at me once. We all sat along the room and listened to the coordinator talk about the future games we would be participating in. I couldn't keep my eyes off a certain blonde ignore my existence. My mind wondered and I couldn't help but feel irate. I shifted every time I would get madder. I deserved some answers. We passed a bag around to a stupid story about a women getting married until someone got the gift. One of Kyla's super annoying friends got it and shrieked when she opened it and it was a coach bag.
"This is super cute." I rolled my eyes impatient.
"Davies?" Someone popped there head in and I looked up. It was Laura. I nodded and walked out of the room. When I stood so did everyone else. I stalled by Spencer and watched as she swallowed.
"Don't leave until I'm back." I whispered into her ear and she nodded. At least she acknowledges me now. Our skin barely touched as I walked by her. I looked through the window walking out seeing everyone at a stance at my exit. Spencer was the only one not looking back but I still felt her eyes.
"What's up?" I asked as the door closed behind me.
"We have David Melcom here to see you." I nodded and followed Laura into another room.
"David." I spoke and he stood and addressed me.
"Madam President." I nodded and he sat.
"How's it going?" I asked and he looked upset.
"I went to see Carlin and Associates." He stated professionally.
"You don't seemed pleased." I assumed.
"The process is slow."
"How slow?"
"Slow enough to make me just forget about the whole thing. I can just sign off the program to her and let her run it."
"No, your wife is a serious security hazard. Her controlling such a program would crash and burn. I understand marrying a woman for political status and control over money. But if she's going to just take it. I won't allow it."
"I understand Madam President." He nodded.
"Conway, get me Carlin." I looked around as the door swung shut.
"Sit." I demanded soon after Melcom sat down.
I paced back and forth. I knew Spencer didn't know everything or else she may or may not be keen on helping out David. I turned to the door to see a livid Spencer and a Conway next to her. Conway walked out the door and shut it and Spencer stood still.
"Want to tell me what the hell is going on?" She asked and turned to David.
"Oh, I freaking knew it." She said pointing to him.
"Want to tell me why you're trying to start a pact with Saudia?" she asked me. It was my choice to tell her or not but I had to trust my gut.
"Saudia is supposedly poisoning water supply that is being shipped to the U.S due to their food shortage. We think if they try to poison us they'd get us down and possibly invade. This marriage may secure U.S's safety." I spat out and Spencer nodded.
"35 percent is to Kyla." Spencer said and I sat down.
"Where are you going with this?" I asked
"Melcom, you're worried about your wife?"
"Yes." He said on the edge of his seat.
"You said you wanted her happy?"
"Yes?"
"Divorce her."
"How does that?.."
"She'd get his ownership." I barked nervous.
"Kyla owns 35 percent. Have her buy the rest and then your wife won't get it." Spencer interjected.
"Go on." I sat down.
"Listen" Spencer began "you want your wife happy. Clearly your marriage isn't doing a thing for either of you besides a political advance other than being socialites it's unwise. You are both cheating or having affairs and would rather throw the towel in. So do it, make it clean. You own 50 percent while your wife owns the remainder. Give it to Kyla and your wife won't have it all. Thus, making her crashing this wonderful project into flames because she had you as an ungrateful husband" Spencer was cold and a tad upset.
"By the way, if you need my help, give me the truth not a bullshit excuse of one. I'm not for tricking. I work magic not messes. Clear?" Spencer finished before turning.
"Spencer!" I shouted and she froze.
"Out." I said to David.
"My apologizes Miss. Carlin." David said before walking out of the room.
The room was silent and Spencer looked upset. Her face was red and her eyes bloodshot. She hadn't slept in days. I walked toward her and held my breath. Her rage was filling my veins and pumping my heart. The hairs on her arms stood up as I thought of rubbing up them and drowning her neck with affection.
"Is there something you want Madam President?" No one could say it better than her. She knew how to talk to get underneath my skin and leave venom in my brain.
"Why have you been ignoring me?" I asked upset.
"I've been busy." She sounded monotone.
"We all have." I replied just as cold.
"You should have told me about the marriage instead of snuck around me to do it." She said actually looking me in the eyes this time.
"Just like you told me why you left right?" I said and her lip twitched.
We were an inch away. I could see all of the stress in her face and the hurt I've left her. I couldn't help but reach up and touch her face. She leaned into my touch and closed her eyes. Her face fit perfectly in my palm. A single tear dropped from her eyes onto my wrist and I felt her breath shiver through her throat.
"God I missed you." I whispered and she opened her eyes. Her blue eyes were covered with a liquid layer.
"I've missed you too, Ash." She smiled a weak smile that broke my heart. This time I wasn't lying to myself.
"I wish you didn't leave." My voice was quiet and sincere.
"I wish I didn't have too." She said and kissed my palm. She was pulling away again this time not just with her title but with my heart.
I grabbed her hand and pulled her back into me. She stumbled into my chest and looked up at my face. She outlined it with her fingers and traced over my lips. I planted soft kisses on her fingers and thought of taking them in my mouth. She bit the corner of her lip again and I wanted to bit her lip as well. Her eyes dropped simultaneously as her hand did.
She placed both hands on my chest.
"Ashley." She breathed as if her breath would break the Earth.
"I have to go." She whispered into the crock of my neck as I embraced her one last time. I was head of state but Spencer had me lost in thought every single time she breathed.