Novel & Cerita Dear Mr President I Want You Back

I don’t know what it was but I could feel my soul wanting him even more after his confession. “I’m not exactly home sick, I lived alone anyway.” I spoke. I should clarify things too, “I got fatigued not because I do not want to stay here. I’m just worried about the people I left behind. Once, just once, I want to tell them goodbye. A proper one, so that they are at ease and so am I.” I cleared my throat, “And uh-” I looked down to avoid looking directly at his face, “I want to come back.” I scratched my right cheek with my index finger, “To you.” I glanced at him. He seemed somewhat surprised but I decided I should just say it all now since he did too, “ I want to come back, because even i

So, even though I was hungry, I waited for him. I leaned back, closed my eyes while sitting on the reception chair. "Ma'am," A slight shake made my eyes open. "It seems Mr. President won't be back until around seven." I adjusted my sitting position upon hearing that from the janitor. "What?" I quickly stood up and checked the watch on my wrist. "Yes, ma'am, in fact, he came back this afternoon before leaving again. He was holding a mop and walked away to continue cleaning." I felt like exploding at this moment. It was my fault for falling asleep. But wasn't it right for him to let me wait like this?

I was still feeling sorry for myself when my phone pinged with an incoming message from my grandmother. Grandma: I know you don’t want to hear this, but Mr. Warren reached out to me again. He wanted me to let you know that he’s in town and he’ll love for the both of you to meet. I understand you don’t want this arranged marriage, but think about it Addy. Eddie still hasn’t married you, and… I think you should just meet with him and see what this leads to. Love, Lela.

For destroying her life, they would get it back in ten folds. Before I shut the door behind me, her slurry words made me pause. “Oh! Mr. President!” "I would fuck you so well…you wouldn't even want to look at her anymore…” My guts twisted and I banged the door shut when my phone vibrated in my pocket.

“That’s a high demand, Mrs Hendrix” Ivy met his gaze but didn't back off. “And?” He chuckled, setting his glass down. “And… everything in this world comes at a price.” His gaze darkened, dropping to the curve of her dress. “You scratch my back, I scratch yours.” Ivy felt her stomach turn, but she didn’t let it show. She tilted her head slightly, playing along just enough to let his ego swell. “You’re a married man, Mr. President,” she murmured.

“ You can't barge into the room, disturbing my space and threatening my peace, I won't allow that. Till when are you going to see me for me, I am right here but you choose that bitch over me, do you think all this years with you was a joke? I have loved you, let's talk about that ! Why would you even think I would just watch you slip off my fingers, I had waited so patiently hoping you would come back to your senses but you did neither, and now I have decided not to wait for you since it's seems you would be taking forever. I am here now and for good, I will stay and we will live the rest of our life in absolute happiness and longevity, no need to.add unnecessary stress to yourself, we have

He sat back down, arms crossed, and gazed at her thoughtfully. Charlotte thought for a moment and said, "Given my current financial situation, there's not much I can offer in return." "You’re not even going to give me anything in return? Next time something comes up, don't bother finding me." She felt a bit embarrassed and bit her lip. "So, what would you like? I'll try to see if I can afford it." Griffith didn't even think about it. "The White House." "How about I get you a model?"

And yet another new email from Marcus caught my attention. Since I left, Marcus have been in contact. At first begging me to just come back which later changed to pleading to let him meet me even if it’s just once. You would think he will get tired over the years and stop but not for once did he stop. That is Marcus being Marcus I guess. I opened the message and it was his same line of “good day Irene, no matter where you are just please let me know, i need to talk to you. Please reply to this” I reluctantly delete the email as always.

I was watching everything I’d thrown away. And now? Now I wanted it back. But the worst part? I wasn’t sure if I even deserved it.

“Alice, please. I’m sorry. See, My life hasn’t felt complete since the divorce. I made a mistake and i want to fix it. Please,” My heart twisted at his words, but anger bubbled up. “You think this is how it works? You cheated on me with my best friend! You shattered everything we had, and now you want me back?” He shook his head, his voice rising. “No! We can fix everything. I made a bad choice, i know. I let my ego get the best of me, i know. But I can change. I’ll leave Natasha. I’ll do anything. Just come back to me,”