A Night With Mr President Novels & Stories

It was not a question, it was more like a promise. "As I've told you, there's nothing to be sorry for. It was eons ago, and I’ve almost forgotten it." "If that's so, can you have dinner with me tonight?" He challenged. "I'm afraid I can't, Mr. President. I have something important to do tonight." I stated making an alibi. "How about tomorrow night then?" He insisted. Heck! He's not that persistent, is he? "We have a team celebration tomorrow for winning the project deal."

The only highlight is that he wakes in the middle of the night, in his own room with his own fingers, covered with slick creamy juices coming from me. “ Is there a problem, Amara?” smiling, I shook my head to the President and proceeded to try the gowns that are designed for tonight’s event. Father organizes a social event in our garden tonight and he invited almost all of the elite’s and top politics in the country so the house is very busy right now. “ You’re grinning,” my father pointed out at my face which I instantly cover with my palm because I can’t stop grinning. His face contorts until he pointed his index finger at my face.

the General said as his head touched the bed. He sighed out loud. He was exhausted too, especially after the kind of marathon he hadn't run almost all his life. He turned and faced, only to find her eyes closed. He gently trailed his fingers on her long hair that covered half of her face. He brushed them off and left her bare skin soft and delicate. He kissed her forehead living before he wound his hands on her waist. Before long he had drifted off into sleep after her, gently holding her waist. The President had arrived at his mansion. He went straight into his study and made a call.

I heard an old man's greeting but he didn't bother himself to look at who he was meeting with Another voice greeted him until I felt him sitting down, my grip tightened on his tuxedo while my eyelids got heavier and heavier, I felt even more sleepy when I felt his hand caressing my back I yawned and let myself get comfortable as I leaned against his hard chest Little by little my vision turned black until I finally fell asleep I don't know how many minutes or hours I was asleep but I just woke up because of the noise I heard "Thank you for your time Mr. Villanueva, well hope to work with you with more projects" I heard an old voice say I moved slowly and moaned softly until I could no longer

Her desperate cries rang through the room, but the man she called out to had already made his choice. John had slipped into the crowd, blending into the sea of faces. He had never planned for this. Nichole had been the one to approach him first, luring him in, sleeping with him, then insisting they were a couple. That was how she became his date tonight. But now that she had offended the President, he knew better than to let her drag his name down with her. President Walker’s sharp gaze swept across the hall. His voice, heavy with authority, carried through the crowd.

Derek took a deep breath. “Yeah, sure. Approval for what?” “Can I borrow Isabel Smith for a date tomorrow night? Right here in your Resort. It'll only be one night," Derek assured him. Gideon on the other hand, vanished the smile on his face. _______

Miguel scrolled further until a picture of the two appeared on the screen. He suddenly straightened up as his eyes locked onto Lilliane. His lips parted slightly as he stared at the woman’s face. “I know her...” he whispered to himself. The memory of the passionate night they shared came flooding back. The times he claimed her body, the moans and cries she made—these memories were still vivid in his mind. He hadn’t intended to have a one-night stand that night, but she had caught his attention as he watched the people dancing below while sipping from his glass of alcohol.

Be romantic, let's kill bad guys as a couple like Mr & Mrs Smith. "Psycho boyfriend."... . . . "Hello Mr President." Five spoke into the Burner phone she held close to her ear with her right hand, her left hand rubbing white lotion on her thighs simultaneously. She adjusted the way she sat on the bed cross-legged, the under of her thighs slightly showing thanks to the short white towel wrapped around her body. Her hair dripping wet, an evidence of a recent shower. "Hello George Five." Jay Gwuapo, USA seating President, replied from the other side.

I could feel his eyes burning holes in my back till I closed the door. I released a breathe I didn’t even know I was holding, No Job after all, tears were threatening to fall but I was holding it back. I sighed and walked out the hall way. I saw Mr.Dan walking past but he paused “Good luck Miss.” He said and I smiled “Thank you and good bye.” I replied him and walked into the elevator. Who would have known that my one night stand would come back to hunt me? More importantly who would have known that my one night stand is actually the President of Ashford fucking company? I got out of the elevator and walked straight towards the receptionist since I would be passing there out the company. My

He was already drunk. “No, let’s wait a bit. I haven’t had enough fun,” he slurred. “No, it’s time to go,” I insisted, standing up and brushing off the dancers. They looked disappointed, but a sharp glare sent them scurrying away. I helped Manuel up, draping his arm over my shoulder as we headed out. “Mr. Adrian, leaving already?” Brianna asked as she saw us leaving. “No, I plan to sleep here tonight,” I retorted sarcastically.