Helping Dad to be a President.

~I want to do bad thing to you.~

Alora POV:

My head was a mess. I did not expect to run into Rhys at the restaurant. However, it wasn't the fact that I saw him at the restaurant that was making me anxious but it was the look on his face when he looked at me before I left. It was more like he was challenging me. Challenging me to do something crazy.

"Gosh." I kicked my legs in the air and let out a frustrated groan. I couldn't sleep a wink last night and it is all because of Rhys Larsen.

"Damn him." I ran my fingers in my hair before pulling off the roots of them.

I tried to push all those ridiculous thoughts aside and went to take a shower. On every sunday, I have breakfast with my Dad and that's the only time in a week when I get to talk to him comfortably.

So, I took a shower, brushed my hair and went downstairs. Dad was already sitting on the head seat of the table.

"Good morning, Dad". I said to him before pulling the chair on his right hand side.

"Good morning, Sweetheart."