A Night With Mr President Novels & Stories

He looked at me intently, like I was meant to know him. "Ok and?" I asked, uninterested. The only thing I wanted in that moment was to fill my tummy and leave this wretched place. "Ok and?! Don't you know who I am?" He asked, arching a brow as he stared at me in disbelief. Rolling my eyes, I wrapped my arms, staring at him, "Are you the president?" I asked sarcastically. He furrowed his brows as he looked at me blankly. I could tell he was confused as he bit his lips. The smug look on his face disappeared as he leaned closer, "How don't you know me?"

April said, her smile turning to a frown. “I'm not even close,” I said, grinning like a child that just won a pack of candy. Maya's face was pinched, a sour look etched on her face. However, I knew her usual warmth and light would soon shine through. And just as I expected it to clear, she straightened, ready to listen. “The president sure has a lot of things to say tonight,” Brent teased me. “I promise, I won't waste our time,” I said with sincerity.

Emma left to go to a god-awful dinner with her parents so I am home alone so I get up to answer it. "Who is it?" I ask putting my phone down on the counter I don't hear an answer so I just pull the door open seeing Skinner standing there. "Out of all the clubs you go to last night, you come to mine." He mutters and I gaped. "I didn't know it was yours." I start but he waves his finger at me and I close my mouth. "Then you go to my hotel with one of my guys." He grunts pulling the guy I almost slept with into my view.

The room is filled with the heavy scent of desire. "Ryan," Grace whispers, her voice low and breathless, "you promised. You have to help me." Ryan smirks. "I can slip something into the president's drink, but that's all I can do. He only sleeps with virgins, though." Grace's body freezes, her breath catching in her throat. "What? He only sleeps with virgins?" Ryan chuckles. "Yeah. Didn't you know? The president's got a rule-no matter how beautiful the woman is, if she's not pure, she's not worth his time. And even then, she only gets seven days with him before he moves on."

' Colleagues shot sidelong glances, and even the janitor raised an eyebrow when she slipped out at odd hours. Vince noticed first. During a morning briefing, his eyes lingered on her, concern etching his features. 'Nia, you look exhausted. Everything alright?' His voice was soft, the same warmth that had drawn her to him years ago, when she was just an intern scribbling notes in the back of pressers. She forced a smile, nodding. 'Just buried in revisions, Mr. President.' He didn't press, but the invitation came via his scheduler that afternoon: Private dinner, Residence, 8 PM. Informal. Her heart skipped—time alone with him, away from the cameras and chaos. Maybe this could ground her, remin

On the road, Adriana overheard Anderson remark, “The president truly is a man of great ambition. His schedule is packed. This morning, while I was delivering documents, he was already in a meeting. Before lunch, he went to inspect a site with business partners in London—all without an assistant. And that jacket he got soaked in last night? It’s still hanging on the coat rack.” Adriana closed her eyes and didn’t respond. Miley smiled and replied, “Lawyer Miller, you worry too much. The president has a girlfriend—naturally, someone takes care of these things for him.” Adriana turned her face toward the window, watching the scenery blur past. The blue sky had swept away the gloom of the previou

I gave him the card which he took with a confused look on his face. "Book table for two at any restaurant. Anyone except Russell's, yeah?" "For tonight?" He questioned, raising his eyebrow as he noticed my calendar. "Yes, you heard me on the phone. Tonight at seven" "You got it, sir!" He mumbled and walked out, leaving me all alone with stupid thoughts and tons of paperwork. ***

He stated and gave a thumbs up to Thomas whose throat was bobbing. Four hours had gone by. He never gave Nathan a hard time because the time was already ticking on the clock hanging below the doorway of his last subject. The bell connected with the metal straight object. Ding! Ding! Josh stepped out of his room. The aura orbiting him made all the girls' eyes gaze at him and his features glowed rapidly. He was about to step one more foot forward when a voice rushed in. “Mr. President! Wait!” It was Tristan. Josh spun around and his heartbeat went up. The curves finally cracked open as his jaw tensed down.

she said to me “Alright then” I said walking to my wardrobe I got there and opened it I took out some amount and counted out $150,000 and gave it to her “Thank you sir;” She said and walked to the direction of the door “Don’t forget you are to come after preparing her lunch;” I said as she held the door knob She nodded and walked out of the room I smiled “I’m really gonna enjoy your p*s*y this night;” I murmured and laid on my bed

CLAIRE: I have super hearing (smiles) ANYA: And the Pizza boy is fast (knocks again) RIVER: It's possible that he was in the neighborhood. I'll get the door (went to open the door) Hello? BOB: Hello, Is Anya home? RIVER: Yeah, sure (Bob entered and he locked the door) LOGAN: (surprised) Bob? ANYA: Dad? CHRIS & ROSE: Mr. President? CLAIRE: Woah? RIVER: He...he's...Mr. Pre..president? BOB: Hello, daughter