The President's Daughter by David Dower (best ebook reader for ubuntu .txt) 📖

know you do."

Letting out a defeated sigh, looking at me with tired eyes. "Is it bad that after all these years I still hope this is all one big dream and that she's still alive?"

"She's proud of you, remember that."

Gavin just nodded his head in return, saying nothing more.

He looked more miserable than Thomas, when he found out that dad was the one who was exchanging his lost tooth for money. Trust me when I tell you, I have never seen a six year old cry harder than Thomas did when he found out the truth, he was sad and mopey for the next two weeks.

I felt the gift I had in my back pocket for Gavin. I reached for gift, making sure that it was still there.

"So... Cake?" Gavin asked, nodding at the foods table.

"Cake." I repeated, as we headed towards the line of people waiting for their turn in the food line.

What's supposed to be the happiest day of his life, is turning out to be one of his saddest days. I stared at the blank look casted upon his face.

I knew that I was going to do something to change it. Of course with a little help from my special gift.

*

I slammed the truck door, hopping out of the passenger seat.

I didn't give much of a choice to Gavin when I asked him to drive me here. It wasn't for me anyways, it was more for him. You know, at least attempt to get him out of this slump that he seemed to put himself in.

Before we left I made sure that Ricky took the boys back to the Whitehouse, Garrett included.

"Why are we here?" Gavin asked, as he approached me.

"Because..." I started out, "you need to learn how to face your fears."

"And how is coming to the place I used to dance, supposed to help me in anyway?" He questioned, with a cock of his eyebrow.

I gave him an exasperated look.

"Fine," he said, frustrated. "What fears?"

"Fear of change." I stated, "Fear of letting go." Gavin just stared at me with a blank look upon his face. I grabbed his hand, entwining it with my own. "I know the death of your mother is something most people don't ever recover from. But, if I have ever learned anything about you is that you aren't like most people. You're stupid, careless, reckless, you have this weird habit of-"

"Your point?" Gavin interrupted, glaring at me.

"The point is, that you have a good heart." I whispered, softly. "And I am so proud to call you my boyfriend." I said, sincerely looking into those deep brown eyes that I truly loved so much.

"If I remember correctly, which I do. I don't recall, anyone asking anyone to be their girlfriend or boyfriend. If you want to put labels on our relationship." He said, serious.

I looked down, "I-I just thought that you know after everything that has happened between us that you would have wanted to be my boyfriend."

"So you assumed?" A smirk appearing on his face.

"Well, yeah..." I muttered.

Gavin let out a chuckle, "you know what I love? After everything that has happened between us, that I could still make you just as flustered as I did the first day that I met you."

"I am not flustered," I protested.

"Really?" He questioned, cocking his eyebrow, "because it looks to me that someone is having a hard time expressing their undying love for me."

I narrowed my eyes at him, "you're having fun aren't you?"

He grinned at me, placing his forehead against mine. "More than you could ever imagine."

I took a step back, two could play at this game.

"Okay. Since I am not your girlfriend. I am pretty sure friends don't hold hands, kiss or even touch each other like you seem to have a hard time learning not to do." I said, ripping my hand away from his as he was quick to reach out to me.

He took a giant step towards me, grabbing my hand and bringing them to his lips. Blowing on my hand, "is the option to be friends with benefits, still on the table?"

I let out a snort, "goodbye Gavin." I said, with a roll of my eyes turning around as I began to walk away.

I heard him let out a snicker, as I counted down from three in my head. By the time I got to one, I felt arms circle around my waist as Gavin's mouth found its way to my ear.

"Just to be clear, if I do ask you to be my girlfriend will I be able to do this?" He asked, as he began to nibble on my left ear.

I began to wriggle in his arms as his mouth found its way down my neck.

"Or how about this?" As his teeth sunk it to my neck, causing myself to let out a slight moan. My eyes began to flutter close as I ignored the occasional car pass by and the fact that we were outside in public.

I felt as he begun to suck on my neck as he began to pave the way to create a hickey.

A few moments later, I began to come to my senses when Gavin licked my ear dragging his tongue towards my cheek. He rested his head on my neck, beginning to nuzzle me.

The fog that was occupying my brain a few moments ago finally began to clear up, when I finally took senses of what was going on.

I made a move in order to pull away from him. However, Gavin must have knew this was coming because he tightened his grip around my waist.

"Gavin stop," I said, trying to sound serious but it came out hazy.

"What did you say?" He asked, in between kissing all over my neck.

"Gavin, were in public." I muttered, trying to pull away.

"We could take this to my car?" He suggested.

I narrowed my eyes, but he wasn't facing me. "I hope you realize I am mad at you."

I felt him smile, his mouth pressed on my neck. "I know, nerd. I know."

He stopped kissing me, his face just buried in my neck, once again. None of us saying a word, it was kind of nice, besides the fact my neck and face was burning up due to my non-boyfriends touch.

"So, why did you make me drive here?" He whispered, his hot breath fanning my skin.

"I was going to give my boyfriend a graduation gift, but I don't seem to have one." I said, in a sarcastic tone.

I felt his head move away from my neck, as he lifted his head up. His hand quick to find its way to my back pocket, I let out a shriek as I felt his hand pull out the envelope I stuck in earlier.

I pulled myself away from his grasp as he looked at the envelope in speculation.

"What is this?" He questioned, looking at me with curious eyes.

"Hey! Give it back!" I said, making a move towards it but he was quick to raise his arm in the air away from my grasp.

"So, this is my gift?" He said, clearly enjoying himself.

"Did you not hear me? The gift was for my boyfriend."

"Which I am." He stated, shaking the envelope. "What's in here?" He questioned, shaking the envelope.

"First you kiss me without my permission, than you violate my privacy, now you take things that aren't yours." I muttered, crossing my arms over my chest.

He nodded his head, "yeah. Because, the envelope doesn't say Gavin Storm on it." He said, giving me his famous signature look as I stared at his name that I sprawled on the front earlier.

I knew I should have worn a sundress or something.

"And anyways, I violated your privacy when I kissed you."

"I could call my dad on you," I muttered.

"But, you wouldn't because no matter how much you despise me right now, you still love me." He said, making kissy noises, something that Thomas would most probably do.

I didn't say anything because even though I would much rather take the envelope and beat his sorry no good of an ass, however, we both knew what he said was true.

I kept quiet as he ripped open the letter that I worked so ever hard to put together. Note the sarcasm.

The rattling object inside the envelope, fell to the ground as Gavin ripped it open.

He looked down at the keys as he stared back up at me.

"You bought me a car?" He asked, looking at me in dismay as he bent down to pick up the keys.

He looked at the keys more carefully and I could have sworn I heard the wheels in his brain churning.

"You bought me a house?" He asked, shock evident in his tone.

I rolled my eyes, I was losing brain cells listening to him speak.

"You know that building over there." I said, pointing to the rundown building with the name- Linda's Dance Academy dangling from the top.

I watched as the name, swung softly in the cool breeze. That was most definitely a danger hazard, no wonder the whole area is off limits to the public.

"You mean the dance studio?"

"Look inside the envelope." I stated, as he did what he was told.

He pulled out a letter opening it. I watched as his eyes concentrated on the words as realization began to appear on his face.

"You bought me the dance studio?" He whispered, looking at me in shock.

"I didn't buy it, my dad just, you know." I said, hoping he knew terms that did not include the word buying or bought.

"Know what?"

"Never mind."

"So, the studio." He began, "is mine, again?"

Originally, the Dance studio belonged to Linda- hence the name of the academy. However, when she passed away and her daughter moved away. The academy was placed in Gavin's hands, after all he was a close friend to Linda and her family.

Gavin never told me the real reason to why the building was shut down. I learned from my father and he said that considering there were no classes taking place and Gavin couldn't keep up with the rent and plus the fact he was way too young to be owning one in the first place.

I shook my head. "Not yours. Ours." I stated, "After all, you're going to need a gorgeous secretary to help keep things running."

Gavin rolled his eyes, approaching me.

"I don't need a gorgeous secretary. What I need is a gorgeous girlfriend." He said, placing his forehead on mine as he stared not only into my eyes but my heart as well. "Do you know anyone who is up for that job?"

I shrugged, my hands finding their way up his torso and tanging my fingers into his hair.

"I have an amazing girl in mind." I said, with a slight smirk on my face.

He smiled, "you do?"

I nodded my head, "but it all depends. How much is the pay?"

"It's unlimited."

"On how much she gets paid?"

"Yes. If she doesn't mind getting paid in kisses."

I let out a snort, "I prefer the good stuff."

"The good stuff?" He repeated, bringing my body closer to his. "Like what?"

"Like money." I said, stepping on my tippy toes, as I grabbed his tie, tugging his lips towards mine.

"Well, Gavin Storm's kisses are much more valuable than money." He said, his eyes staring at my lips.

"Who says?"

His eyes flickered to mine for a brief second, "me."

I opened my mouth to deny that but even I couldn't when I felt his lips on mine. Both of our mouths moving in an incredibly fast rate, as if our lives depended on it.

I enjoyed kissing Gavin more than I loved skittles and even being compared to something as awesome as skittles, Gavin should be touched to say the least.

I pulled away from him when I heard a familiar sound coming from Gavin. His eyes widened, as he looked at me. His cheeks turning the same shade as his lips.

"D-did you just fart?" I said, in between giggles.

Gavin's face dropped as he looked at me with narrowed eyes. His lips were beyond red and swollen and I