by M Brereton
Noah’s hand slid up to cup her breasts, Eva threw back her head and groaned his name.
“Come for me, Baby.” Noah demanded in a growl, he was about to explode. Eva did as he demanded and cried out his name as she did.
Noah knew without the headboard he’d probably collapse on the bed and the red-headed witch he married knew it too because Eva purred as she turned around, “You look wiped Baby, what’s the matter? Can’t keep up?”
“Don’t even.” Noah warned.
“You’re the one that woke the beast remember?” Eva teased as she straddled him. “So, you better keep up.” Eva warned as she kissed him, her hand sneaking between their bodies. “Oh, poor thing, he’s all tuckered out.” She commented as she stroked his still limp penis. “Lookie here, someone got their second wind!”
“You are going to pay.” Noah threatened.
“Do I look scared?” Eva teased.
“You should be.” Noah replied as he grinned evilly at her, right before he pounced.
Eva shrieked, and the agents outside reached for their weapons and they were about to kick in the door when they heard her laughter. They relaxed once more and then glanced at each other before one muttered, “Hail to the Chief.” Then they chuckled.
12
Scheduling Playtime
The next morning Wayland showed up at the Presidential bedroom looking harassed and worried, “They said he’s still in there,” he stated, pointing to the door.
“Yes, sir.” The agents confirmed.
“He’s supposed to be on the Hill thirty minutes ago!” Wayland informed them as he pulled out his cell, he dialed Noah’s once again for the fifteenth time this morning and again it went to voicemail. “Have you checked to see if he’s okay?” He asked them.
“Last shift said he was fine.” One agent assured him with a faint smile.
“You sure?” Wayland asked with genuine concern.
“Actual words – they’re both very fine.” The agents smirked.
“Alright if Eva’s there, I’ll call her.” Wayland decided.
After three rings a groggy Eva responded, “Eva Green.” As she didn’t use her married name for business.
“Morning Eva, where’s Noah?” Wayland asked her.
Eva glanced at the clock and uttered, “Oh shit!” then to Wayland, she promised, “give him ten…no five. I’ll have him out in five!” she hung up and smacked Noah on his ass, rousing him.
“What the…?” Noah groaned.
“Get up! You’re supposed to be on the Hill a half-hour ago!” Eva informed him before she raced to the bathroom.
“Fuck!” Noah cursed as he scrambled out of bed, stumbling over the sheets in his haste.
“Hurry up!” Eva demanded as she raced to the closet grabbing her phone on the way. She called the kitchen and ordered breakfast and told them to have it waiting in the Beast in five minutes while she pulled out Noah’s suit, dress shoes, socks, tie, cuff links, pocket fold, underwear and watch.
“Did you brush your teeth?” Eva asked Noah as returned to the bedroom, he rolled his eyes then returned to the bathroom. As soon as he returned she tossed clothes at him then ran her hand along his jaw. “It will have to do for now.” Eva surmised as she helped him button his shirt. She worked as a valet, briskly brushing his hair, straightening his suit and tie. A race to his briefcase and she opened it, putting his cellphone and tablet inside as she asked. “Please tell me you have something prepared.” His shocked look made her growl “You know he’s going to kill you, right?”
“Maybe I can wing it?” Noah suggested.
“He’ll know, maybe Eric can help?” Eva said without looking up.
“Good thinking, Baby!” Noah praised as he raced through the door. He almost ran over his uncle when Eva called him.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?”
“Uh…Oh!” Then Noah turned, kissed her and turned to go again.
“Not that, Noah!” Eva corrected as she held up his briefcase.
“Right!” He snapped his fingers. Turning to his uncle he asked. “Can you keep up?”
“I wouldn’t have to if you weren’t late. What kept you?”
“Uh…tell you later.” Noah hedged as he turned to his detail, “I’m moving now.” And took off.
They raced behind him, one talking into the radio “Vicario is on the move and coming in hot!”
The Beast had the engine running as Noah slid inside his uncle panting beside him.
“This is…exactly why…presidents…are old men.” Wayland panted.
Noah chuckled as he called Eric and hung up after asking him to meet him outside.
“So, what kept you?” His uncle asked as soon as he caught his breath.
“I…uh…got a…a…little sidetracked,” Noah said as he blushed.
“Sidetracked!” Wayland stated. “You are the President of the United States! You are not supposed to get sidetracked!” As he watched Noah’s face get redder, Wayland asked softer “Eva sidetracked?” Noah nodded. and he sighed. “Another side effect of having a young President and First Lady. They get easily…sidetracked. I should have taken that into consideration.” After thinking for a while, Wayland decided, “Here what we’re going to do for this morning’s disaster, Nate had an earache. You were worried so stayed until he felt better. Since Nate always has issues, it will be believable. As for your marital relations that would either be scheduled on your own free time, preferably when you’re at Camp David.”
“You don’t schedule stuff like that!”
“You do when the rest of the world is relying on you. How did it work with your job?”
“We didn’t schedule that for sure! We just f…uh…did that when we were both at home.”
“And the getting to work on time?”
“I…uh was…um late a couple of times.”
“You can’t be late now!” Wayland argued. “So, it either you wait until you’re at Camp David or we schedule you both away from one another.”
“Come on man!” Noah begged as he explained. “Have you seen my wife? I can’t be waiting to hit…I mean we just went through a very traumatic experience. We just got a little carried away, that’s all.”
“That better be all! This is serious Noah! You’re an adult, not some horny teenager, have some damn control!” Wayland berated.
“Fine, I’ll talk to Eva.”
“Good.” His uncle agreed, relaxing. “I’m sure Eva would be quite accommodating.”
“I wouldn’t bet on it,” Noah muttered under his breath.
* * *
“He wants us to WHAT!!” Eva screeched after Noah told her what Wayland said. “He can’t dictate to us when we have sex. That’s our business!”
“His reasoning…”
“I don’t give a fuck about his reasoning. We just got a little carried away. We haven’t had sex in almost two years and now he wants us to ration ourselves. Fuck him!” Eva cursed as she paced in their bedroom. “I can’t believe he said that. No one tells me what to do!”
“I came to that conclusion myself,” Noah muttered lowly.
“And no one should be telling you what to do, you’re the goddamn President! You know what,” Eva told Noah as she stopped pacing. “you need a shower. Come fuck me in the shower.”
“Ok.”
“And when we’re done in there, we’re going to fuck all over this goddamn White House!”
“Alrighty.” Noah reluctantly agreed.
Eva being Eva kept her word and smugly opened the door of the den the next morning for Wayland wearing Noah’s shirt from the day before.
“I thought Noah was in here.”
“He is in here.” Eva proudly informed him, decked in the haphazardly buttoned shirt, all the hickeys Noah gave her on display.
“Can I speak with him?” Wayland asked cautiously.
“Of course.” She told Wayland then turned her head asking. “You’re wearing pants, aren’t you, baby.” Then Eva
turned back to Wayland with a smile. “I think it’s safe.”
Noah sat beside a small dining table casually having breakfast. He glanced up at his uncle’s entrance. The look in his eyes said it all – run!
“How can we help you?” Eva coolly asked as she sat down not offering Wayland a seat.
“I was hoping for some privacy Eva.”
“Really? So was I.” Eva replied.
“I’m sensing some hostility…”
“Oh, you’re sensing hostility. Why do you think I would be hostile?”
Wayland glanced at Noah who acted as though the meal he was eating was his last and didn’t know him. “I sense this has to do with yesterday’s conversation with Noah.”
“You sensed correctly, yes. It has to do with that.”
“Eva what I was trying to explain…” Wayland began.
“You think we need this.” Eva interrupted as she began her rant “We made a mistake yesterday. I know that! We just went through hell and, so we got carried away. Our marriage has had so many hits…” Eva takes a breath, “You cannot get in the middle of this! I will make the necessary adjustments as I see fit to make this work, but any more complaints about our sex life and we’ll just go home.”
Wayland turned to Noah and asked, “Is this how you feel?”
Noah nodded without looking up and Wayland continued bitterly, “Alright then, Missy. We let you call the shots.”
“This isn’t about me taking your job. This is about me protecting my marriage!” Eva explained “Or do you even care about that? Do you even know when was the last time we had sex before yesterday?”
“Eva, he doesn’t need to…” Noah put in.
“Twenty months!” Eva informed him. “Did you notice our marriage was falling apart?”
Wayland glares at Noah.
“We were thinking of getting a divorce.” Eva tearfully informs Wayland. “But that doesn’t matter to you not as long as Noah does his job. It doesn’t matter that I need to be with him too.”
“Eva, of course, it matters,” Wayland told her. “And I did ask the idiot you married, if things were okay between the two of you, on several occasions. Didn’t I, Noah?” His uncle asked through clenched teeth.
“Yes, he did,” Noah confirmed. “I told him we were fine. I didn’t know how to tell him we weren’t.”
“I think we should clear your schedules for another vacation,” Wayland told them.
“I can’t,” Eva said. “I’m starting next week. I have so much to catch up on.”
“We’re both still playing catch up,” Noah informed him. “Don’t worry, we’ll work it out.”
“I’m sorry.” Wayland apologized, “I should’ve let you two sort it out yourselves. I shouldn’t have laid down the law as it were.”
“No, you shouldn’t have.” Eva agreed.
“Especially since it’s her job.” Noah teased, and Eva punched him in the arm.
“You know, I could send you to Guantanamo for that!” Noah joked.
“And how do you expect to sleep after that?”
“With one eye open.” He admitted honestly.
“I’d hate to interrupt,” Wayland cut in. “but if you don’t want a repeat of yesterday, we should get going.”
“Yeah…um Eva?” Noah asked, gesturing to his shirt. “How exactly are you planning on leaving this room?”
“Like this,” Eva stated simply.
“No, you’re not!” Noah ground out.
“I’m kidding.” Eva lied with a smile. “I’ll have Kate fetch me something. Don’t worry about it.”
Reassured, Noah left with his uncle and as soon as he did Eva stepped out of the den. “Hello, Sam.”
“Noah’s going to pop a vein if he knows you’re walking around like that,” Sam said as he offered his jacket.
“Who’s going to tell him?” Eva asked lightly as she took the jacket, but the look she gave promised dire consequences for the fool that did.
“Definitely not me,” Sam assured her, smiling with her.
13
Return of Old Friends
A week later Eva stood addressing a women’s empowerment symposium funded by the United Nations. “This is my first speech since the shooting and I’m betting everyone here wants me to wax poetic about my heroic exploits…” Eva told the assembled guests, “but that’s not what I’m going to do. It’s not that I regret my actions that day, though Noah certainly does! It is because I believe women’s empowerment does not come from the battles we fight on the outside, though my sisters from the protective forces might disagree, but from the ones we fight on the inside.” Eva said, gesturing to her heart.
“I…well…died, according to my doctors and I was never afraid. My children and my husband were safe, so I had no fear. That may make me a hero to some, but what I really am is a coward because it’s true what they say; death is easy, living is very hard. Death would have been the easy way out. I would have taken all my doubts and fears with me. The façade I built intact. On the day of the shooting I was not afraid because I had my will and I could act on it, but you know when I was afraid? The day I got engaged.
Strange, one of the happiest days of my life would be the day I was truly afraid. It doesn’t compare to the day Noah was shot but, in a way, it did more damage. That day a man attacked me… a rich and powerful man. He’s dead now, but in my mind, he still lives. Smiling at me, while he fractures my wrist. I got punched in the face because I fought him. Who was I to fight such a man? A man whose only thought was to gift me with his magnificent self?” Eva chuckled darkly.
“I had no right to refuse him and you know, he blamed me for making him hit me. I shouldn’t have fought, he said and for a moment…I did stop fighting. I told him he could do as he wanted and in the back of my mind, I knew I couldn’t let that happen. I would never be able to look my fiance in the eye again, far less let him touch me.”
Eva cried. “This is what they do. It’s not just the physical damage they inflict, but the psychological trauma you carry with you after. It wasn’t just that attack that night, but it was the constant assault I faced over the years because some guy thought I would make a pretty trophy. So by the time I met Noah, I had built walls so thick it would’ve taken Noah a couple of rocket launchers and a whole lot of C4 to get through.” Eva joked sadly.
“I was damaging our relationship because I frankly didn’t trust any man. Sometimes, we have to realize when we build those walls to protect ourselves, we end up doing more harm than good. Sometimes, ladies, you got to let the knight rescue you.” Eva pointed out tearfully. “It’s not about being weak, it’s about getting help and Noah helped me a lot. He and his friends at the bureau helped me find my power back and I … hurt a lot of agents in the process.” She chuckled lightly.
“And so, I would especially thank the men and women of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, especially Dr Suzanna Moss who became a willing ear to listen and a shoulder to cry on. Also, Director James Nolan, who let me practically live in the bureau’s gym, so I could work out my issues. No one can do this alone. And I know the first instinct when something like that happens is to lock yourself away, but that’s how they win. And we don’t want the monsters that scare us to win.
We do everything now! I have my own business, a family, and the portfolio of the First Lady. I am supposed to be the embodiment of a powerful woman, but was I happy? No. I suffered from depression. Alone. I was suicidal. And Alone. In order to survive, I had to make friends, let people in my life. That’s how I got here. Sometimes it’s not about all the things we can do, sometimes it’s just about the strength to survive another day. So, if you can survive today, you can survive anything.”
Eva stepped off the podium to tears and applause.
“That was definitely not what we were expecting.” One attendee commented, “Rather moving.”
“Very touching indeed!” A familiar French accent mocked.
“Bonjour, Veronica.” Eva greeted
in French, no longer feeling any hostility towards her old nemesis. “What brings you back to the states?”
“How do you know I haven’t been in the states?” Veronica asked in her native tongue, still not trusting the redhead bitch.
“Noah would’ve told me if you were stateside…”
“No, he wouldn’t.” Veronica countered. “You two were barely speaking three months ago. Why would he tell you anything?”
Shock registered on Eva’s face for a split second before she schooled her features once more. Noah had been speaking with the bitch behind her back! She had the bitch recalled to a unit in Africa and still, he talks to her! “I wasn’t aware you were so interested in our little domestic troubles. Maybe you should take up a hobby…” or get your own man! Eva thought. “I have a few interesting ones myself.” Like killing hoes that get in my way. “I could recommend a few if you like.”
“You would,” Veronica responded coldly. “but my plate is quite full.” And I know you’re not the saint the world thinks you are. “We should catch up sometime, Noah is meeting me for lunch next week, maybe you should join us.”
Bitch! Do you have a death wish? “I’ll have to check my itinerary. I’ll let you know.”
“I know we’ll miss you.” Not Really! “It was nice seeing you again Eva, I mean Ma’am.”
“You too, Veronica.” Eva waved cheerily as she thought, man-stealing whore!
* * *
Back at the White House
“Venus is on the move! Protect The Eagle! She’s on fire! I repeat, she’s on fire!” Sam warned through his mic.
The agents protecting Noah suddenly closed the door to the Oval office, standing guard in front of it.
“I know he’s in there.” Eva started as she walked up. “Let me in.” She ordered then added, “I’m just going to talk to him.”
