President's First Lady

OUR CONTRACT

SAVANNAH

We did not complicate the conditions of our contract marriage. 

I couldn’t believe that I agreed to it even if it was not written on a piece of paper. How could I doubt him when his eyes were like orbs, gazing at me while he convinced me that I would play a significant part in his career? Of course, I agreed, I was hypnotized by his orb-like brown shining eyes. So sexy, therefore, yes, we have a contract and our verbal agreement was the same as that written by lightning on stone. 

Landon and I have the same objective; we want to do something good for the country. 

Landon is single, and I am single, so there's no conflict at all.

He will do his work, and I will do mine. I will be paid a hefty sum for doing my job.

I will perform my wife’s duty during events and functions.

He will present himself as a husband in my affairs.

He will be faithful, and so am I until the duration of our marriage.

We can apply for divorce after the initial term if it won’t progress to something deeper.

But all else associated with the term marriage, we will not force on ourselves! 

We will sleep in one room, but nothing will happen without consent from both parties. 

No emotion, no love, a mere platonic and harmonious relationship.

Simple, clear, and without embellishments.

Oh, the most important provision? No one should know about our contract marriage.

We ended our conversation that day, we were both good and happy about the conditions.

Hence, we proceeded to planning the wedding. 

****

After the wedding, 

Landon and I, went straight to his home. No honeymoon, that one was not for kind of wedding we had.

His home was one of the biggest and grandest houses I’ve seen and located outside of the city. 

"Savannah, they emptied a cabinet for your things. You may ask the helper to assist you tomorrow," Landon said while he looked at me with his arms folded in front of his chest.

"Alright, thank you," I replied calmly while looking for decent nightwear from my luggage.

"I usually go home late, especially now that it's the campaign period. Don't wait up for me. Eat your dinner, and you may sleep early." He added.

"Sure, no problem. I usually work at night, but I can also sleep early." I explained politely.

"Okay then. You may use the bathroom first, then I'll use it after you," Landon expressed, and he walked away from me.

So I did my shower and prepared to go to bed after my bath. It was our first night as husband and wife, but since we're not an ordinary married couple- there was no thrill; nothing would happen between us. 

I never slept in the same room with a man and definitely never shared the same bed with any man. I have no idea how to sleep with someone aside from my parents and siblings. BUT, something in Landon makes me feel safe...hence, I was not worried about sleeping with him on the same bed, besides it was part of our contract.

I comfortably settled on my side of the bed. It was a big bed and very comfortable. It was also the first time that I would sleep in a very soft bed, and under a fluffy white comforter, I was confident that I could sleep quickly and deeply that night.

Everything seems alright... until I saw Landon emerge from the dressing room. 

As soon as I saw him my throat suddenly runs dry. I know right then and there that my sleep would be compromised.

The man was disturbingly gorgeous, and to think he was in his pajamas. 

How else if he was on his birth-suit?

“Oh, good heavens!" I uttered silently. My heartbeat pounded on my chest loudly.

I tried to steady my breathing. I realized the major complication of our contract. 

"How the hell did I miss this part when I was evaluating the proposal?"

I admitted the great possibility that I would be attracted to the man, I needed to guard my emotion carefully, from now on.

How the hell did I fail to notice the sexy body of the man? Landon was sexy as sin.

"Lord, please. Don’t make me fall in love with this devil" I prayed silently

Landon was careful when he climbed on the bed. He thought perhaps that I was already asleep. 

He instantly turn-off his bedside lamp and prepared himself to sleep.

It had been an hour since he joined me in bed, but I was still awake. 

Landon, on the other side, was sleeping deeply and without single wheezing on his throat.

After uttering several prayers, I finally settled. 

Sleep found me.

****

The next morning, 

I woke up with a heavy matter on top of my waist, also a hard solid warm wall at my back. Further, at my nape was a tingling sensation, like the blowing of warm air. It was ticklish, I liked it. It made my morning so special.

Then, when reality struck me, I wondered where I was. A moment of confusion clouded my fresh from sleep state.

Then I slowly opened my eyes and saw a hand resting on top of my waist. 

At that point, I remembered, the arm belongs to the man I married yesterday, my husband. I smiled shyly. I savored that moment. It was a pleasure to be enclosed in his protective arm. I felt so safe while wrapped in his strong arms.

Landon might have noticed my slight movement. I heard him murmur, "Good morning, wife." his handsome face was a pleasant sight in the morning, just like what I said in the beginning. 

In fact, it was too damned pleasant for my peace of mind!

"Good morning," I replied shyly.

"You were restless last night. You moved a lot. You settled, though when I hugged you," he said, It explained our position this morning.

I instantly felt embarrassed and awkward.

"Was I  restless? Sorry to disturb your sleep." I apologized.

Even without a mirror, I know my face turned red. I felt the blood in my body surge and rest on my face.

However,  I couldn't be made accountable while I sleep, right? I wouldn't know what I do while I sleep, thus I could do anything to him, with no fear that I would be reprimanded. Naughty lady I know but, that was to ease my tension.

Before I could utter an excuse, I heard Landon say, "No need to say sorry. You might be adjusting to the new environment." he was such a gentleman.

I heaved a sigh of relief. At least he was not uncomfortable and in doubt of my intent. (laughing internally)

"Yes, maybe, that was it," I smiled to hide my embarrassment. 

But my dirty little mind has something else to say: 

"Therefore, I could take advantage of him and get away with it-- naughty me! 

Like I said earlier, those words stayed in my mind, I shook my head to shake off that naughty notion.

I saw Landon move slowly and step out of bed, and said, "Let's have breakfast? I think it's ready by now." He waited for me to join him, extending an arm.

I nodded but uttered, "I will follow you in a while. I will use the bathroom first and change." 

I needed to fix myself as I might look like a ragdoll next to him, because even in the morning, he looked so sexy as sin.Landon smiled and agreed with me, "Alright. I will use the bathroom by the stairs. Don't take too long," then moved towards the door. 

While inside the room, I pondered, Landon was too hot for comfort, but why was he still single at age 35? 

I smiled cheekily...Hmmm... I could smell a closet secret.

What a waste of gorgeousness if it was true but I would be safe if that was the case. 

I would no longer lust over his body! 

I never was this naughty before, my thoughts were always guarded, but for some reason, I couldn’t control it when Landon was around.

I smiled mischievously. It was maybe because my body had waited for so long to get laid.

But-- going back to the closet secret? It might be an interesting discovery. Imagine a man like him with a deep secret? The press people would camp at our door. 

I laughed silently. With that thought, I entered the bathroom to fix myself. 

A few minutes later, I trailed the stairs slowly and saw Landon at the breakfast table having his coffee and newspaper on each side of his hands.

He instantly lifted his head and looked at me, when he sensed my presence.

"There you are, come sit here." he tapped the chair near him.

I slowly occupied the chair. 

He poured the cup for me with coffee. His movement was very manly. In fact, his entire appearance was oozing with masculine s*x appeal. If ever he's gay? He might have concealed it so well, but I intend to discover that soon, and if my hunch was true?... Sadly, I need to rechannel my awareness! 

Ew, Sav, your mind was dirty 

I smiled naughtily.

Then, Landon noticed my smile, he smiled back, "I like the way you smile. It gives you a certain glow," His deep tone made me shiver down my spine and I think it also struck a nerve in my core.

His mesmerizing smile partnered with his equally mesmerizing eyes and goosebumps crawled on my skin,

"Thanks, no one served me coffee before, so I smile at the thought of a Senator doing it for me." 

Ah! I lied; of course, I couldn't tell him what's inside my dirty head.

"Well, get used to it." he gave me a short laugh. 

"By the way, They will deliver your laptop and computer set next week. They need to upgrade the specs of the units for higher performance," he told me while he served the bread, sausage, and egg on my plate.

"No problem!" I replied softly, easing my dirty brain.

I still have my laptop with me. I would use it temporarily.

"Later, let me introduce you to the CURE," he said.

"What's a cure?" I looked at him confusedly.

I was completely lost. Was this gorgeous man ill or something?

What cure was he talking about?