Dear Mr President I Want You Back Novels & Stories

All I wanted was to erase him from my memory, to go back to that damn day I let him take me home and wipe it out completely. “I think I’d better go. It’s getting late, and my dad must be awake…” I tried to make an excuse when she returned. The truth was, the night had already been too much for me. It felt like I was stuck in a movie where the main character’s life could always get worse.

I begged her to come back to him, and she refused, even when he asked me out, I asked her if she was fine with it, and she encouraged me to date him, that she was truly done with him— now she is back, and just like that, I have been thrown out. Tears streamed down my eyes as I stared at her, "Why Jessica? Why are you back? You told me you didn't want him." She let out a loud mockery laughter, "Mirabel, you are so gullible. Oh! You felt getting pregnant was the best way to trap him?" she shook her head, "How foolish can you be." "Stop it!" I screamed, I felt like I was being stabbed with thousand knives. "I didn't plan my pregnancy, and you told me you were fine with me being with him."

“You know, just because we talked doesn't mean we're friends.” His frown appeared again, “I'm not asking to be your friend.” He arched his brow, as if asking why I'd even say that. Was I overthinking things? I just didn't want any familiarity between us. We were over and done. Yes, thank you for not making me live with the guilt of having blood on my head but we can move on with our lives like we planned to do before. “Okay.” “I'm asking that you take me back.” Spoke too fucking soon! “Excuse me?”

He nods and darts his eyes towards her. “Jessica… my girlfriend. Jessica Williams is back,” he announces without any atom of shame. “Remember the agreement we had? Now that Jessica is back, we should get a divorce so I can marry her.” Jessica Williams? How could Ellodie have forgotten? She takes another step backward, tears welling up in her eyes and lumps upon lumps getting stuck in her throat. She shakes her head, desperately wanting to say something. To fight for them. To keep her marriage intact. To tell him they are expecting a baby.

Rob replied. "I"m just reminding you that you can back out if you want. You don't have to do it." His caller advised. "I know bro. But I want to do it for you. All I need is a change of tactic." "Thanks Rob. I'm rooting for our success, I just want this to be over and done with."

The assistant replied, trying to coo me. They were all getting on my nerves already. Why was everything looking like dead-ends? I buried my face in my palm for a while, then I raised my face. “Put a call through to him and do whatever it takes to bring him back to this country by tomorrow!” I ordered. “Yes sir!” They all replied at once. As I was about to leave the conference room, Chloe, my secretary rushed in, panting. “Mr. President.” “What is it?” “The..” She took some time to breathe before she continued. She looked like she had ran a marathon race.

So, the President—who was known for being compose in the face of adversity—almost tripped when he hurried his footsteps to get the phone from his butler. It was the butler of the Old Man who answered the call. The President respectfully asked for the Old Man in which he did not have to wait for long. By the next moment, a deep rough voice sounded from the other side of the call. “Mr. President, this old man has a small request to your office.” Vulcan Elijah skipped the formalities and all bullshits. The President’s grip on the phone tightened, chill crawled down his wet back, and he gulped so silently. “Sir Elijah, may I ask what request do you need? The Office of the President will always s

“If that’s the case, why did you come back?” “South City is my home. Do I need your permission to come back home, President Miller?” “No, you don’t. But answer this question for me, Yvonne Yates. Did you come back because you heard that Fiona and I are getting engaged?” “Haha, you think too highly of yourself, President Miller. I just need my heart broken by a sc*m like you only once in my life. I wouldn’t subject myself to doing something so disgusting again even if I become disabled. So, don’t worry. I’ll avoid you whenever I see you.”

he questioned. The seed of doubt had been placed in my mind long ago, and this just made it fester. I willed myself to not let it overtake my rationality. I pushed down the humiliation that seeped through me at his barbed dig. “Please, Mr. President. I need to speak to your son. As you said, it’s a matter of urgency.” His father huffed. “Urgency,” he repeated coolly. “May I ask what is so urgent?”

Elthon’s gaze averted to me. “And that’s what I wanted to tell you,” I said to nobody in particular, “the President is home…” I paused and smiled. “…You just heard an order from the President himself.” @SenaSen