A Night With Mr President Novels & Stories

The last 2 whores I fucked didn’t do anything to make my dick forget about Nina. I get a hard on anytime I remember that there’s a virgin goddess just a few stairs below my room. I had a long day preparing for the President’s visit , mapping out strategies on the new security system for the country. I was already exhausted by the time I was done with the meetings involving my soldiers ,my artificial intelligence experts and a few other administrative officers. I wanted to skip the whole masquerade ball and go right into the meeting with the President which I know will drag out till the next day ,we are both busy men and time is precious to us.

It was as if he got a revelation. Lance shook his head and tried to concentrate on what the older male was saying but it was worthless trying because he just couldn’t focus. Especially since the man was just bragging and barely saying anything of interest. He would rather be tangled up in bed with Sophie than this. He knew Patrick would go crazy if he found out what had happened between them. He half expected Patrick to be in his room when he walked in earlier but he was not there and when he called him, he told him he had driven somewhere and would be back soon, he was currently seated in the throne room with him and listening to what the president of the United States was saying.

Knock Knock Knock The president heard knocking on his office door, he would usually jump up if an ant walked beside him, but today for some reason, he did not feel like opening his eyes, whatever had happened to him the night before, he did not want to change that, at least not yet. What exactly had come over him? It was somehow... 'Like being embraced by early summer rays after a very shi**y winter.' But it was not exactly that either, the president just decided that it was one of these very few things that cannot be put into words. Whatever it was, it was time to wake up from it.

Dennis whispered softly into her ears, trying to comfort her. "Why isn't he here yet, dad? I'm losing my patience already," "Relax, Mr. Wilson is different from other men you know and has his ways of doing things. He will definitely show up," he said. Kimara was comforted by these words. The door to the party hall opened and Richard walked in amidst the soft music, holding Sarah's hand firmly. They all turned to look at the person that had entered. The sight of this charming couple was enough to blind an enemy. The president stood up and walked towards the door to welcome them.

I am trying to shake off the ugly picture that I am painting of the President right now. My sensible self could not agree. He may be a playboy, a casanova, but he is an honorable man. He always plays fair. I knocked on the President’s door. My movements were harsh. When it opened, I looked at the President’s bloodshot eyes and seethed inside. They must have had a party here last night. From what I can see through the crack on the door, the President's discarded clothes were all over the place. My heart twitched, but I brushed it aside. I have no right.

Jace stuttered. Arianna glared at Jace. He has started his silly behaviour again. She stood up but said "Don't take my son away from me, again" Arianna stammered, she sniffled. "Return back to the Mansion tonight or never!" Jace concluded. Senator Adrian Delmark had been very busy towards attaining his political office. Richard is the closest to him and they finally got to arrange for the first campaign. But that will be coming up a week after the contest that the Incumbent Prime minister had organised to celebrate his Mom.

I trail into the room, only to jerk to a dead stop when my eyes landed on our beds filled with roses and lilies. Veering, I take a look at Lilly before my eyes dim, accusation swimming through my gaze. “Dawn, were you in any way offended by Mr. President?” I laugh disdainfully at Lilly's glib. Mr. President, really? I don’t even know him physically. Joe Biden sure enough has nothing to do with me much less his relative.

Beside her straw mat, there were Jeffrey and several bodyguards. William could not help stealing a glance at the president’s expression. He feared that the president had never experienced such a harsh place before, but surprisingly, President Morgan seemed to be in a good mood. Melanie stared at the commotion inside the house. People were drinking and making noise, and the red light reflected from the window of the inner room. Presumably, tonight was the wedding night for Paul Brewster and his new bride. "Are you determined to meddle in others' affairs?" Jeffrey asked in a cold voice.

Of course Billy proudly announced that his son was returning home to run the company due to his retirement. What Fiona hadn't known was that Billy’s son who was said to have returned to Portsmouth a week ago was the man she had a one night stand with as a result of her reckless drinking that night. She really hoped that her boss and colleagues didn't notice the tension in her voice during the presentation. She took a deep breath: reassuring herself that he wouldn't recognize her while trying to steady her tensed hand. It was a good thing the presentation was over, she hastily greeted everyone and made her hurried exit.

Beats of sleigh bells and failing the Christmas tree tie one sound, winter entire reel time: cool winds and bitter cold snap cracking at night, sleep greedily in tons of blankets. The screen flashed up a text message instead of a call. It wobbled in front of my eyes like an alluring riddle. I opened my eyes wide because I was reading the message, trying to get it into my mind. My eyes went wide as I read the message, trying to wrap my mind around what I saw. From the president himself, it said, "Mr. Arrow, requiring the art 'Echoes of the Night'. You were highly recommended by a person of a high standard. I'm ready to pay whatever amount."