Lahat ng Kabanata ng One Night Stand With Mr. President: Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

EmiliaThe sunlight crept in lazily through the sheer cream curtains, stretching across the thick, velvet-upholstered walls like golden ribbons. I blinked a few times, letting my eyes adjust. The high ceilings and crystal chandelier above looked more regal than usual, but I wasn’t in the mood to be impressed by luxury this morning.I rolled over slowly, my hand instinctively reaching across the bed.Cold.Empty.Figures.I glanced over at the clock on the nightstand. 7:36 a.m. It was Saturday. Not that it mattered anymore. Richard had left, again. No note. No text. No gentle kiss on my forehead like he used to.Just silence.I lay there for a moment, sinking deeper into the cloud-like mattress, covered in soft beige linen that still smelled faintly of lavender and Richard’s cologne. But not enough to matter. I sighed and pulled the covers up to my chest.Usually, I’d force myself to get up. Face the day. Be productive. But not today.Today, I grabbed my laptop from the nightstand, fli

Emilia“I still can’t believe it’s really you.” I laughed softly as I looked at Devon, my old friend from college. His hair was shorter than I remembered, and he had a bit of scruff now, but that familiar smirk, cocky, warm, was still there.“I could say the same,” he said with a grin, folding his arms across his chest. “You just popped out of nowhere and nearly knocked the wind out of me. I still remember how you almost did the exact same thing four years ago.”“Wasn’t my fault. You were standing in the doorway like some lost golden retriever.”He chuckled. “Still sassy, I see.”I shrugged. “Some things never change.”We stood near the gym’s smoothie bar, just a few steps away from the weight section. The space buzzed with energy, clinking weights, upbeat music, people chatting in between sets. It smelled like sweat and fruit protein powder, which was a weird mix, but not unbearable.“You come here often?” he asked, sipping the green drink he ordered.“Lately, yeah,” I replied. “Need

EmiliaThe ride back to the mansion felt longer than usual.Maybe it was just me, my body slumped into the driver’s seat like it was made of bricks, my shoulders tight from holding in too many things I couldn’t say out loud. My hands gripped the steering wheel tighter than necessary the entire way home. Not because I was in a hurry, but because I didn’t know what else to hold onto anymore.When I finally pulled into the driveway, the sky was already dimming. The fading sunlight stretched across the glass windows like golden veins, glinting off the top of the mansion. I parked, cut the engine, and sat there for a moment. My eyes burned, not just from exhaustion but from holding in everything since morning.I walked into the house slowly, like I was carrying weights tied to my ankles. My heels tapped faintly against the marble floors. I half-expected to hear that familiar voice, Serena, probably waiting somewhere with another round of snide remarks, her polished smirk ready to pounce. B

EmiliaI stood there, still breathing heavily, the echo of my own voice fading into the silence of the now-empty room. Broken glass crunched softly beneath my bare feet as I shifted my weight, the aftermath of the chaos littered all around, half-empty cups, lipstick-stained napkins, confetti on the rug, a pair of heels abandoned near the stairs.Serena hadn’t moved.She stood near the archway leading to the kitchen, one hand resting casually on her hip, the other holding the edge of the marble counter like she had all the time in the world.Then she began to walk.Slowly.Each step deliberate, heels clicking against the floor like little bullets, circling around me like a predator toying with its prey.“You know,” she started, her voice calm but edged with something sharp, “you should really be honest with yourself for once.”I turned my head slightly, narrowing my eyes. “What are you talking about?”Serena smiled, tight-lipped, cruel. “Richard. The distance. The coldness. You feel it

EmiliaI was still lying there, the hospital gown itchy against my back, my head buzzing like someone had stuck a lawnmower in my brain. I stared at the ceiling tiles, my fingers fidgeting with the thin blanket.How the hell did my brakes fail? Just like that? Cars don’t just stop working.And that screech... it was still ringing in my ears. My chest tightened all over again. That wasn’t a mechanical hiccup. That was something else.I was still lost in thought when the door creaked open.I turned my head slightly, expecting a nurse or the doctor again,but no.Oh.Oh my God.The man who walked in looked like he’d stepped right out of some overly expensive cologne commercial. Tall, at least six-two. Brown, tousled hair that looked like it was styled effortlessly,even though I knew it wasn’t. Clear blue eyes that had no business being that bright. And a jawline that could slice diamonds.He was... absurd.He smiled as he walked closer. “Hey. You’re awake.”His voice? Yeah, unfairly smoot