A Night With Mr President Novels & Stories

With this thought she decided to ask her but before she could Stephanie’s next sentence made her froze. “I slept with Nathan Robinson, three weeks ago!” Elsie’s eyes widened in shock, and she screamed. “What! Don’t tell me is the same cold and aloof Nathan Robinson that we all know, the president of the Robinsons family corporation. How did you end up with him?”

I was just… wreckage. He walked to the side of the bed, opposite Justin. He stood close enough that I could smell the leather and the faint scent of rain on him but he felt miles away. “You want him breathing?” Reaper asked dryly. I stared up at him and met his gaze. For a moment, I saw his eyes narrowed and something flashing in that ocean but it vanished before I could name it. Justin had told me he was the President of NightReapers. Justin was his Vice President. There were rules. Codes. I didn't know much about MC life but I knew that sleeping with a brother’s family…especially the VP’s sister was likely a death sentence or at least a betrayal that could tear the club apart.

His expression tightened before persuading me earnestly, " Oh Come on, Miss Young. There's a lot of fun over there. It's not the right time for a beauty to sleep. Let's have some fun together." My fists were already clenched in both sides and were aching to punch his face. I was loosing my patience over this dirty man for god sake. Another word and this punch would definitely fell over his face without thinking twice. Then, we both heard a magnetic tone that was coming from a certain direction, " Did you forget your room No. Mr. Brighton?" I jolted before shifting my eyes on the way. Mr. President was coming from the northwest corner slowly. He wore a blank under vest and a pair of blue four

I could not tell. "I, I..." She faltered, leaving her voice to trail off. "Mr.Gun, I had no idea that you had such untrained workers," I said out loud, turning my face to Mr. Gun. His face was distorted, confusedly, while I stared at him intently, raising my chin to him. "Pardon? What do you mean to say, President Darian?" He questioned.

But right now, I have to clear the mess created by grandpa. Mr. Night didn't say anything and kept on hugging me. I was feeling suffocated as he had me pressed against his chest hard. "Mr. Night, let's go to bed. You can hug me all you want. Ok? I promise I won't go away." He didn't say anything and stood up with me in his arms. I gasped as my legs dangled in the air with his face dipped in the crook of my neck. His lips grazed over my skin creating sparks all over my body. He walked towards the bed without looking up and laid me down. Not even for a moment, he raised his head. He made me lay on my back and got on top of me. I was breathing heavily thinking what he would do next. Unlike last

I didn't want to be here anymore, remembering memories I wish I hadn't. One memory, in particular, came back to haunt me just then and I began to shake. It was the night before Christmas and I had just cooked a really nice meal for Jason and me. He was late as always, but when he finally did show up around midnight, he was hammered. Claiming he was out with "the boys," he tried to make a pass at me and I was in no mood for him to touch me. It made him angry and I went to bed with a handprint on my cheek and dinner spewed across the floor. That was just the beginning.

The elderly woman walked towards her and handed her a plate with some slices of watermelon in it. “This is much more delicious if eaten cold. Have some,” For some reason, Mrs. Dolor seemed to be always avoiding a talk about her boss's personal life. Why did she even bother to ask? Night had no obligation to introduce himself unless he demanded to be compensated for saving her. Anyway, even though he won't ask her that, she'd still do her best to return the favor. STANDING behind the closed door, Minah glanced at Night's bedroom which was situated right across from hers. It had been four weeks since she last saw him. According to Patricia, Night flew outside of the country to attend to someth

he said with a straight face taking his cup from the table and he brought it to his lips; I stole glances as he did that and I felt my heart melt when he ran his tongue gently through his lips to remove the coffee that stayed on his lips. "Stop stealing glances and drink yours" he had noticed "I want to-" he was interrupted by a knock on his door "Come in" he said loudly and Amelia walked in "I'm sorry to interrupt sir but you have a meeting with the president of Max Airlines, the meeting would be at his house" she informed and I stared at the ground, I was meant to inform him but I got carried away. "Okay, it almost skipped my mind. Let's go" he said to me and I rushed to get his suit.

01% risk. "Let's discuss this later." Nathan redirected the conversation. "Are you hungry? Shall we go for dinner together?" Suzanne nodded in agreement. Nathan rose from his seat and took her hand. At that precise moment, the doorbell chimed. The maid hurried to answer it and then turned back to Nathan, her nervous voice tinged, "Mr. Morrison, it's Mr. President and his secretary." The two exchanged a glance. Nathan gently caressed Suzanne's head and softly said, "You go ahead and start dinner. I'll tend to Mr. President."

Present From October to November 2016 The night of the charity dinner had arrived, to my utter bewilderment, it was in an elegant place, an amazing place that was everything we had always been taught as glamorous, elegant and luxurious. He had no idea if he had paid for that with the money he managed to steal from the company or it was something he did at an earlier time. We didn't know anything about his background before he got his hands on this city's underworld again.