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One Night Stand With Mr.. President Chapter Sixty-Three
Richard’s POVThe cold helped, at least, for a while.I walked for nearly an hour before finally heading back to the mansion. The city was quiet at that time of night, only the occasional passing car and the low hum of traffic in the distance. But my mind? Still loud.As I stepped back into the building, I locked the door behind me and stood in the foyer for a moment, staring at the shadows stretching across the floor. I kicked off my shoes, loosened my coat, and walked into the living room. The silence of home should’ve brought peace, but tonight, it only deepened my suspicion.My mind was still racing from Trevor’s call about the breach. I needed answers, and not just from my IT team. I paced through the living room toward the bar cart, poured myself a single glass of scotch, and downed it in two sharp gulps.The burn in my throat cleared the last of the cold air out of my head. I reached for my phone, scrolling through contacts until I landed on one name: Marcus. I picked up my ph
One Night Stand With Mr.. President Chapter Sixty-Two
RichardThe two FBI agents didn’t waste time. As soon as we stepped into the quiet corridor, one of them gestured toward a side hallway.“This way, Mr. Kane. Mrs. Kane,” the female agent said, professional but firm.Emilia let out a low breath and nudged me with her elbow. “We should’ve just flown in your private jet,” she muttered. “None of this airport nonsense.”I glanced at her, a half-smirk tugging at my mouth despite the situation. “Noted for next time.”We followed the agents into a plain room with frosted glass panels and a long table at the center. There were no windows, just that stale, overly air-conditioned air and cold white lights humming above us. They shut the door behind us.“Please, have a seat,” Agent Wallace said, motioning to the chairs.“No, thanks,” I said, standing tall. “We’re not staying long.”The other agent, a woman with sharp eyes and dark hair tied back in a tight ponytail, stepped forward. “Mr. Kane, this is a federal matter. We’d like to speak to you—”
One Night Stand With Mr.. President Chapter Sixty-One
Emilia’s POVThe days after the expansion celebrations felt like a dream. Richard kept his word. No more meetings, no more stress. Just the two of us.The sun peeked over the turquoise water as Richard stretched on the balcony, coffee in hand. I joined him, tying my hair back.“Morning,” I said, slipping into the wicker chair beside him.He smiled, eyes soft. “Morning, Em. Did you sleep well?”I nodded, sipping coffee. “Like a log. The sound of waves is better than any lullaby.”Richard’s phone buzzed. He glanced at it, then back at me. “Our plan today: beach volleyball with the others, lunch at that seaside café, then maybe a stroll through the boardwalk market.”I grinned. “Sounds perfect.”“Jayden and Nora might be joining,” he warned, handing me the phone screen so I could see their confirmation message. “Hope that’s okay.”I shrugged, smiling. “It’ll be fine. Small world, right?”"How about we start with breakfast by the water?" Richard asked the morning after the event, tossing
One Night Stand With Mr.. President Chapter Sixty
RichardThe two FBI agents didn’t waste time. As soon as we stepped into the quiet corridor, one of them gestured toward a side hallway.“This way, Mr. Kane. Mrs. Kane,” the female agent said, professional but firm.Emilia let out a low breath and nudged me with her elbow. “We should’ve just flown in your private jet,” she muttered. “None of this airport nonsense.”I glanced at her, a half-smirk tugging at my mouth despite the situation. “Noted for next time.”We followed the agents into a plain room with frosted glass panels and a long table at the center. There were no windows, just that stale, overly air-conditioned air and cold white lights humming above us. They shut the door behind us.“Please, have a seat,” Agent Wallace said, motioning to the chairs.“No, thanks,” I said, standing tall. “We’re not staying long.”The other agent, a woman with sharp eyes and dark hair tied back in a tight ponytail, stepped forward. “Mr. Kane, this is a federal matter. We’d like to speak to you—”
One Night Stand With Mr.. President Chapter Fifty-Nine
EmiliaThe party was tonight.Miami lights sparkled outside the hotel window as I stood in front of the full-length mirror, adjusting the last piece of my outfit. For tonight, I didn’t want to look just beautiful—I wanted to look unforgettable.My dress was deep emerald green, the kind of color that looked like it belonged in luxury magazines. It hugged every inch of me in the best way. The fabric was smooth and soft, like silk had fallen in love with my skin. It had a high neckline but one bold feature—a slit running up one side of my leg, stopping dangerously close to my upper thigh. Just enough to make a statement. The back dipped low, showing off just a hint of skin, and the sleeves were off-the-shoulder, resting gently against my arms.I’d chosen a sleek, pulled-back hairstyle. My thick dark hair was parted to the side and twisted into a low chignon bun, soft curls falling on one side to frame my face. A few loose strands had been curled and pinned in a way that made it look effo
One Night Stand With Mr.. President Chapter Fifty-Eight
Emilia’s POVAfter the clients departed and the echo of chairs scraping against the floor faded, I gathered my notes and tucked them into my portfolio. The meeting had gone flawlessly—certainly nothing like the chaos and whispers that had filled the bar days ago. I felt a surge of pride as I slid the folder closed. My gaze drifted across the polished table to see Elena lingering near the door.She’d chosen her moment perfectly. I didn’t have to search for her; she approached me with that practiced grace, like a swan gliding across still water. But beneath the composed surface, I knew she was more like a shark—beautiful, relentless, and ready to strike.Elena striding toward me with that fake smile plastered across her face—the kind that screams “I’m pretending to be sweet but I’m secretly hoping you trip in heels.” I stayed rooted in place, head high, hands calmly folded in front of me. Let her come."Emilia," she said, voice light and syrupy, like we were old friends catching up at b
One Night Stand With Mr.. President Chapter Sixty-Seven
Emilia’s POVThe suite was quiet after Richard left. He had told me he needed to step out for a bit, something about taking a quick call with a client. I nodded, trying not to seem too eager to finally be alone. Not because I didn’t want him around, but because I needed this moment to think… and talk.As soon as the door clicked shut behind him, I picked up my phone and dialed Bae.She picked up after the second ring. “Emilia! I was just about to call you. Tell me everything—how’s Miami been treating ya? How’s the food? Did you wear that yellow dress?”I let out a small laugh. Just hearing her voice already made me feel lighter. “ You sound like it's your first time asking me that question. Miami’s… beautiful. But that’s not why I’m calling.”Her voice changed instantly. “What happened?”I got up and walked over to the small couch, lowering myself onto it. “Something’s off, Bae. Really off. You remember that Nora girl I told you about? Richard’s ex?”“The one who was practically gluin
One Night Stand With Mr.. President Chapter Sixty-Six
Emilia I didn’t say another word. I just turned on my heels and walked out of the lounge, keeping my face cold and unreadable. My heels echoed against the floor with every step, and I could feel Richard’s eyes on my back.Sure enough, I heard him call, “Emilia—wait,” before following after me.I didn’t stop. I walked faster, pushing past a group of guests until I turned down the quiet hallway near the elevators. The second I knew we were alone and out of sight, I stopped, dropped the act, and burst into laughter.Real, deep, belly laughter.I held onto the wall as I doubled over, laughing so hard tears threatened to fall from the corners of my eyes.“Are you—what the hell is going on?” Richard asked, catching up to me, confused. He stared at me like I’d lost my mind.I straightened up and wiped my eyes. “Relax, boss man. I was just messing around.”“Messing around?” he repeated, his brows pulled together in disbelief. “You were yelling. I thought you were about to slap her or somethi
One Night Stand With Mr.. President Chapter Sixty- Five
EmiliaI was just about to stand up, ready to toss one last sass-filled line at Nora and walk away with my head held high, but then she opened her mouth again."Didn't Jayden dump you not long before you met Richard? Who knows... the child might be his."I froze. Slowly, I turned around, my expression calm—but inside, I was boiling.This woman. This smug, self-righteous woman. She wasn’t just fishing anymore, she was trying to hit where it hurt and it actually made sense. The timing. The way she slithered into this trip. The fake smiles. The rumors. The way she knew exactly what to say to get under my skin.I could feel my heart pounding in my ears, but I smiled anyway. A sharp, practiced smile that didn’t reach my eyes."Oh, come on, Nora," I replied sweetly, turning to face her. "That's low, even for you. Do you really think I'd drag my ex's child around like some piece of gossip?"She smirked, crossing her arms. "I’m just saying what everyone’s thinking. You two moved fast."A flas
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