A Night With Mr President Novels & Stories

"Even if they are distant dreams, I hope you don't forget that dream." Leaning over, he caressed her face, kissed her hair, and said. "You are the best." ~~~~~ As soon as today's meeting ends, he plans to return home with Vivian, sleep early, and wake up early for tomorrow's event. They will stay one night at the hotel where the party is held. Jaime was sure it was going to be a long day. The event to welcome the new president will last all night. Since a room has been booked for them to rest for a night, they will take advantage of it.

I mean he had to be a top person in this company judging by the way Lucy kept on apologizing and the way the guards obeyed him without question. "I am the owner of this company" he simply stated. "Owner?" "That is right miss Hayes." And that was when I noticed the silver plaque on his desk and what name it read. Jason Wright, Chief Executive Officer. No way in freaking hell. Did I legit have sex with the CEO of Wright's Multinational Corporation? Did I have a one night stand with the legendary Jason Wright? How could I have missed all this details? It had to be a prank right? My mysterious sex god was a CEO?

Mark and the rest looked around as they heard a voice that they were not familiar with, before resting on Chris; by now, they were familiar with both Night Shade and Night Blaster’s voice. Voice from the flight tower: “President requests an audience.” “Granted” Voice from the flight tower: “Could the Night Lord stop by the President’s private airstrip if it would not inconvenience the Night Lord.” “What if it is an inconvenience?” Night Lord’s voice carried his usual arrogance. Voice from the flight tower: “No problem. President will head for Níngjìng valley to meet with the Night Lord at the Lord’s convenience.” The officer at the flight tower was given only one assignment and that was to g

Hunter's POV “ Can I have your attention please”, someone, a middle aged guy stood at the a designated part of the event hall, holding a glass on his right hand and a mic on his left. “ Um, first of all, I'll like to say good evening to you all”, he continued, “ and welcome to the United States CEO Association's dinner party. I am your president, Mr Urn and it's a pleasure to have you all here. I'll like to thank a few people who made tremendous efforts in seeing that this event was successful, in the person of my vice president, Miss Sandra Bullock”, he pointed to a lady who seemed to be in her late thirties and everyone gave her a round of applause as she waved around, looking stunning in

I replied spitefully, my voice dripping with venom. I watched her face pale at the sound of Natasha’s name. “You…how did you?…” “Oh my, is that Jennifer Anderson,” a hushed voice squealed, cutting Tina’s words off, as our attention shifted to the small crowd. “When did she return to the country?” “I heard she is engaged to the president. She is so lucky to have the president in love with her,” another whispered, a female this time, her voice tinged with sadness. “She is so beautiful, she looks like an angel in real life.

I swallowed, looking down as I stammered, “But, sir… that… that wasn’t part of our contract—” He frowned, clearly baffled. “What are you talking about, Ms. Clark?” “Tonight,” I repeated, still looking down, nervously playing with my fingers. “Are we… are we going to be… together tonight?” Mr. Graham's face shifted, and for a moment, he almost looked amused. “Don’t get any ideas, Ms. Clark. What exactly did you think I meant when I said ‘tonight’?” His voice was laced with annoyance. “You’re acting strange.”

Zayden said, to which Clif nodded his head. "Um, sir. Tomorrow is New Year's Eve; are you planning to go to Lausanne?" Clif asked. "Why, are you going there to meet Ivy?" Zayden inquired if he could read Clif's mind. "Uh, what? That, really? That's not what I meant, sir." Clif, taken aback by Zayden's guess, became confused. Zayden gave a small smile. "We'll leave tomorrow morning. I'll let you go with Ivy to enjoy New Year's Eve," Zayden said.

“Of course. Please go inside. The president will conduct the interview personally.” Janine froze. “I-I’m sorry, the president?” she asked, hoping she had misheard. The man gave a small smile and gestured toward the door. “Yes. Please head in. It’s already 9:30.” Her hands grew cold. She turned toward the door slowly, every nerve in her body screaming at her to turn back. But she couldn’t afford to run—not now. With a breath caught in her lungs, she pushed the door open. The office was expansive and bathed in morning sunlight. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a panoramic view of the city. The walls were lined with shelves, awards, and minimalist artwork. At the far end of the room, behind a g

"You’re just jealous because no one is putting a ring on that!” ‎"I see what the problem is. You aren't exactly seeing stars at night, are you? Because you’re sleeping with a man who clearly has a 'peewee' problem. Judging by how fast he got hard just from me saying the word 'mail,' I bet he doesn't last long enough for you to even realize he’s started. Is that why you’re so angry? You haven't had a real orgasm since the Obama administration?" ‎‎ ‎"You don't know shit about my life!"

The smirk that haunted her sleep. “Ladies and gentlemen,” the chairman’s voice finally rang out, cutting through the restless murmur. “Allow me to formally introduce Mr. Liam Hamilton, heir of Hamilton Medical Group, and now an active executive overseeing Hamilton Medical City.” Applause broke like a wave through the hall. And then he walked out. Liam Hamilton, in a suit that fit like it was crafted by sin itself, crisp and dark against the glow of the auditorium lights. His presence filled the stage before he even said a word, magnetic and commanding. The applause swelled, but Sarah barely heard it.