My Pair and My Betrothed?

The president's bare feet had finally managed to carry him back to the kitchen.

'Too fu*king late'

He had stopped at the entrance to the kitchen feeling like an ice bucket got emptied right above his hot head when he realized that his prisoner was no longer alone.

Instead of assessing the strength of the intruder aboard his victorious ship, the first thing his eyes searched for then saw was her, he could not deny that he was abnormally drawn to her.

'Like a tiny piece of metal in front of a gigantic as* magnet'

She was back to being the porcelain doll with lush pitch-black satin hair that was completely wet for once, the water was dripping from the locks provocatively, like small beads of sweat, and it gave her hair a shade darker as if that was even possible.

Her attention and her dark dark eyes were not all over the president for once, pissing him off to no amends.

The alligator tears she shed not too long ago were long gone. It was true that he had just met her, and there was no wa