Hours after the meeting between Bella and Edward, she was in her new bedroom. She had been in here many times before, while her father had been President, but this time it was her room, her presidency. It wasn’t just a bedroom, but a suite of rooms. During the Kennedy era, Jackie Kennedy had, as the other first ladies, a separate bedroom. Today the room is the living room. Also in the master suite is a small dressing room and bathroom adjoining the west side of the room, with closets in the rounded north wall of either side of the door to the west sitting hall. The closet doors are disguised with papered panels like the rest of the wall. Another disguised door on the east wall led to the living room. Those disguised doors weren’t the only ones throughout the White House and only the Special Agent In Charge, or SAIC knew every door and where it leads.
She decided to take a few moments of peace and quiet before she had to start getting ready for her many Inaugural Balls. It was going to be a long night as she bounced from one ball to the next. The first ball was one that she loved the best, The Neighborhood Inaugural Ball. Unlike the other balls, where the tickets prices were very pricey, this one was free or affordable tickets. This allowed the people who voted for her a chance to enjoy the parties. Jacob and Nauhel would be attending the same balls, along with her parents. The tradition of the President and the first lady first dance wouldn’t be happening tonight. First, she was President and second she wasn’t married or had a boyfriend. There were plans for her to dance with her father and other prominent guests. Her next ball she would attend would be The Commander-in-Chief’s Ball at the National Building Museum which was for active and reserve duty members of the military and the families of American service members currently deployed overseas; as well as families of military personnel killed in action. Bella would be having a dance with one service member from each branch of the military. The rest of the evening would have her attending five other balls to spotlight each region of the country. Renee had made sure that the shoes she selected for the evening were comfortable.
Stripping off her dress, she walked into the bathroom and started the shower. Stepping inside, she closed the large glass door and allowed the hot water to beat down her shoulders. When she closed her eyes, she was bombarded with images of Edward. She was still shocked that he was her SAIC. God, she didn’t know how he could have gotten sexier, but he unquestionably had. He had gained weight in all the right places. She had been afraid to ask or look in his folder to see if he was married. Then the thought hit her hard causing her legs to crumble beneath her. Collapsing onto the tile floor, she allowed the tears to cascade down her face. She had mapped out her entire life, and up until that horrible day when he announced he was joining the military, all of her choices included him. After she passed the bar, they would get married in a grand wedding with her father walking her down the aisle to him. They would purchase a home. Then years later with him by her side, she would run for the office of the President. Instead, she blew up at him and told him to leave her alone. There was only one person to blame for the situation she currently found herself in, and that was her.
Standing up, she finished her shower and got out. Once she wrapped a towel around herself, she walked back into the bedroom and let out a small scream.
“Sorry, Madam President,” Sarah said.
But before Bella could respond, the door to the bedroom burst open and in ran Edward with his gun pulled. Scanning the room to see what the danger was and when his eyes landed on Bella, only wrapped in a towel, his heart stopped. Unable to speak he continued to stare at her.
“Agent Cullen, everything is fine. I was just surprised to see Sarah in my room,” Bella explained, trying her best not to look into his eyes. Then as if he willed her to look, she raised her eyes to his and saw the familiar look of lust that she had stored in her memory. Shaking her head slightly, she knew that couldn’t be. “Thank you, but as you can see I am safe. You may leave now.”
Edward just nodded his head, holstered his gun and walked out. After he closed the door, he notified the rest of the team that it was all clear. He needed a moment to clear his thoughts.
“SAIC to DSAIC,” Edward said into his intercommunication device located on his wrist.
“DSAIC,” Garrett responded.
“10-7 for fifteen,” Edward advised.
“10-4,” Garrett replied and made his way to Edward’s location. When he arrived he assumed Edward’s station.
“I’ll be back in fifteen. Cygnet is in the bedroom with Sarah,” Edward informed Garrett. “We will be leaving for the first location in one hour.”
“Alright, I have this covered. See you back in fifteen,” Garrett said.
Edward made his way out of the residence and down the stairs. Stepping into the men’s room, he went to the first urinal, unzipped his zipper. Unfortunately, just seeing Bella’s almost naked body, had hardened his cock, which sprang out at full attention. This was so not the time for this shit. Taking his dick in hand, he fought to relieve himself without spraying piss all over his suit. God, he had dreamt of her lovely body for the last ten years, though his dreams had paled in comparison to her body now. She had filled out and all the right places. Fuck he needed to stop thinking about it or he would never get his cock to soften. He knew there was only one sure-fire thought that would cause him to go limp like a wet noodle. Fuck it, it had been done. Grandma Cullen skinny dipping in the family pool. Unfortunately, it wasn’t an imagined thought, but a true nightmare that happened to him when he was ten. Once flaccid and tucked back in his pants, he went over the sink, washing his hands, and then splashing cold water on his face.
He had known it was going to be difficult to be around her, though he never thought he would be seeing her almost naked on the first day. Shaking the memory from his thoughts he walked out of the bathroom and headed to the Secret Service command center. Swiping his card, he pushed open the door and entered the room. Taking a bottle of water from the small refrigerator, he drank down the bottle, throwing the empty in the recycling bin. Surveying the bank of monitors, he verified that all was secure. A secure house makes her safe.
“Cullen,” Seth Youngblood called.
“Everything quiet?” Edward asked, knowing the answer.
“Yes, sir. The teams have checked in from all the ball sites and everything is secure. The vehicles are ready to depart in,” Seth began as he looked down at his watch. “In forty-three minutes. Will Cygnet be ready on time?”
“Yes. Sarah is helping her as we speak,” Edward answered. “I’ll leave you to it and will see you out front in forty-one minutes.”
Edward made his way back to the residential wing taking the stairs two at a
time to regain his composure. He needed to be strong and focused, Bella’s life was now in his hands and he would die before allowing her to be injured. She didn’t love him, he had lost her heart, though his would always remain hers until his last breath.
Garrett saw Edward walking down the hall. It had been quiet considering this was the first day of the new President’s administration. He had been on the previous administration detail and hated every moment of it. Unlike today, where Ms. Swan stepped into the role seamlessly. She was made for this role and there was no doubt in his mind that she was going to heal the country. The things that he had witnessed when Aro was President, were things that nightmares were made out of.
“Thank you, Garrett,” Edward said.
“All quiet,” Garrett informed.
“Good. I was just down in the control center and everything looks good there as well.”
“I will go make sure the teams are ready at each ball location,” Garrett explained.
“Thanks. Keep me informed of anything out of the ordinary.”
Thirty-eight minutes later, the door to the bedroom opened and Sarah walked out with a huge smile. She looked up at Edward and fanned herself. Then his world tilted once more. Bella stepped out of the bedroom looking like a fucking wet dream. She had on a long mermaid dress with embroidered applet, and medium lace embroidery, strapless sweetheart neckline and v neck back. Fuck he hated that he watched designing shows, but he loved them so much.
When Renee had shown Bella this dress she immediately dismissed it. It was too form-fitting and too low cut, though it was a gorgeous dress. After trying every other dress, she finally caved in and put it on. It fit her as if it had been made for her. She couldn’t take her eyes off herself in the mirror.
“Baby, this is the dress,” Renee gushed her eyes filled with unshed tears.
“But,” Bella started.
“No buts. It is perfect,” Renee urged.
So here she stood in the dress, with a necklace and earring set that her parents had given her for the occasion. The other piece of jewelry was the one that she had never taken off since the day he placed it on her finger. The promise ring that represented the fact that one day he was going to marry her.
He had given it to her on the ski trip to Snowshoe where they first made love. He was her first and even though it hurt and was messy, it was one of the best nights of her life. Edward seemed to have a lot of knowledge on the subject, that made her at first wonder if he had experience, but he confessed that he had read and watched a lot of porn to be prepared for the night. Bella couldn’t help but giggle over his confession. After the first time, they learned together and each time it got better.
The morning after their first time, Edward presented her with the ring, while they were still in the bed. She woke up to find him looking at her with a smile that warmed her heart.
“I love you with all my heart and I know without a doubt that you are the only woman that I will ever love,” he murmured then pulled out the ring. “This is not an engagement ring, it is a ring of promise, that one day in the future I will ask you to marry me.”
Bella cried as he placed the ring on her finger. She never took it off, except for one day. The day that he told her that he was joining the Marines. It was the biggest mistake of her life and she would regret her outburst until the day she died. At the moment she thought she was making the right decision to break it off with Edward. God she wished she could turn back time and take back every hateful, hurtful word.
Looking up she spotted Edward immediately, he was standing guard with a blank expression. There was no look of love on this Edward’s face. She had killed it. Just the thought made her want to return to the room and have another cry. However, she had a job to do and she was going to immerse herself in it.
“Are you ready to go, Madam President?” Edward asked, his voice even toned, without any emotions, even though his heart was racing.
“Yes, Agent Cullen,” Bella replied.
The rest of the evening was torture for Edward. Bella danced and socialized with a bright smile at each ball. The worst was when she danced with a man from each branch of the military. Several times he had to catch himself from storming onto the dance floor and breaking the fucker’s hand which was placed on her bare back. What the fuck was she thinking wearing a dress without a back and cut so low that the assholes could look down at her perfect breast?
It was after two in the morning, when Bella and her security team made it back to the White House. She was tired and hungry. Her feet hurt, her face hurt from all the smiling. All she wanted to do was take a shower, put on her pajamas, slip down to the kitchen for a sandwich.
Edward escorted her to the residence, where as soon as she stepped foot on the floor, she removed her shoes.
“God, that feels so good,” she moaned as she wiggled her toes.
In that moment, Edward let his guard down and laughed.
Bella’s head whipped around and she stared at him. His eyes were not the cold ones that she had looked at all night. These were the green eyes so full of joy that she remembered. Suddenly, the moment passed and the coldness returned. Holding back her emotions. “Thank you, Agent Cullen. Your team was perfect today.”
“No thanks needed, Madam President. It is our job,” he replied.
Bella nodded her head, turned, then walked to her bedroom. Once she was inside and the door was closed, she allowed the tears to escape. Her heart was broken.