Rejected Wife Of The President

Kissed By Travis

POV: Valerie

“What the f**k is wrong with you, what are you doing here?” I yelled furiously, thinking it was Justin that is peeking at me through the transparent glass doors while I bathed in the bathroom. He’s been keeping his distance from me for a while now, and I thought he finally got the message. But I heard my room door sliding open, and I saw a man's figure standing outside the bathroom door. So I automatically thought that it was him. But when I slid the door open, I found Travis, standing outside my door, looking so guilty and ashamed to be in my room this way.

“Trav…

Are you alright?” I asked him, raising an eyebrow in question. He actually chuckled at my question, keeping his eyes fixed on me. He’s been this way for the past three days. I have no idea what I did to soften his heart, I’m not even sure his heart is soft enough because he still avoids my eyes like he always does. But he’s a bit nice to me lately, and he even speaks to me these few days. That is a huge step from where we have been since we got married. He had never smiled at me or spoken to me, yet here he was, standing in my bathroom, watching me as I reached for a towel to cover my nude body.

“I got you this,” he said, ignoring my question as he handed me a gift bag. He chuckled once more when I didn’t grab the bag immediately. I kept gazing at him, waiting for a switch, but he just held out the bag, waiting for me to take it.

“Is this a trick or a prank?” I asked curiously, accepting the bag from him. But he only smiled, giving me a look that made me feel tingling all over my body.

“Thank you for looking out for me, even if I…” he couldn’t complete the sentence, and I wondered if this had anything to do with the fact that I offered to take care of him when he was feeling sick the other day. I really don’t think he should be thanking me for anything because I left before he started feeling okay. He asked me to leave and I f*****g did without second thoughts. I only instructed the maids to take care of him while I went about my daily routine as if he didn’t exist.

I caught him watching me from his window while I took a dip in the pool outside. I felt his eyes on my body, and it felt kind of amazing, although he moved away from the window the moment I looked his way. I guess he doesn’t want me to have any crazy ideas about us or something. I wonder why he’s here in my room with a gift if he doesn’t want me to have crazy ideas. He doesn’t have to pretend to care about me because I’m used to his cold attitude towards me already, besides I have my plans in motion, I’m so close to achieving my dreams of having his child, I can feel it in my heart.

I’ve been taking my health quite seriously, tracking my period, and taking fertility boosters to make me more fertile. In one week, we will be attending our family reunion, and I’ll get a chance to get him to make love to me one more time. With his lust and desire, I’m sure he would make love to me all night and I’m pretty sure that I’ll get pregnant. That would be a dream come true for me, I would finally have a part of him growing inside of me, and I would finally make him love me like I deserve. I’ve spoken to Sarah already, I begged her to help me for the very last time, and I told her about my plans to bear children for Travis. But she wasn’t willing to help me this time,

“What is in it for me, what do I stand to gain?” she asked me after I told her that I planned to get Travis to love and accept me for the sake of our child. She turned on me almost immediately, demanding that inlay for her services. She even called me a cheap, desperate w***e for trying to win my husband's heart.

“What do you mean, Sarah?

You are happily married, aren’t you?

Why can’t you help me fix my own marriage, I’m your sister for Christ's sake!” I yelled at her. I find it a bit annoying that she would be so insensitive to my feelings. Sometimes I wonder why I bother with her in the first place. By now, I should be used to her aggressive attitude towards me. It’s obvious she never loved or cared about me. If she had her way I would not even be her sister. But I’ve always loved her from my heart as a sister should.

“Fine, if it’s money you want, I’ll f*****g pay you. I hope that makes you happy, you greedy bastard!” I told her furiously.

“Of course, it’ll make me happy, you know how much I love money. Besides, you are not the one that has to deal with Travis every f*****g day. He keeps telling me how much he loves me and how he wants me to be. He’s such an i***t, I have no idea why you chose to be with him.” She told me, sounding so proud to be his love interest. I ended up paying her exactly what she asked for just to shut her f*****g mouth. Who would have thought that Travis would suddenly start liking me, just a few days after I paid such a huge sum of money to my greedy sister?

He is still standing in front of me as I open the gift he just handed to me. It was a beautiful Diamond teardrop earring and a machine necklace. It looks so beautiful and I couldn’t help getting emotional at this moment it’s the first time he has ever looked at me this way, and it’s the very first gift I’m receiving from him. I would cherish this moment for the rest of my life, I’m never losing this gift, not for a billion bucks.

“It's so beautiful, Trav, I love it, I f*****g love it. But, why now?

Why are you suddenly being nice to me?” I asked him, looking at him with eyes flooded with tears. He started his hand forward to wipe away my tears, looking straight into my eyes as he leaned and kissed me gently. He is being so careful as if he expects to be pushed away or something. I stood still, too shocked to respond to his kisses. He kissed me for a few seconds, kissing me so tenderly. But he seems to be getting second thoughts. I guess he is trying to control his feelings because he retracted his hands as if he had just been burned by fire and he turned around instantly, pulling his hand through his hair in frustration, avoiding my eyes once more.

“f**k it!” he muttered allowed and came closing the space between us and kissing me passionately. He backed me against the wall and covered my mouth with his, trapping me against his body and the wall, holding my arms above my head as he kissed me as if his life depended on it.