Dear Mr President I Want You Back 소설 & 이야기

So he is not understanding why it's bothering him so much. "You are moving on from me so fast?" he mocked, unable to control the bitterness he was feeling. She snorted sarcastically. "Mr. President, I was courting you when I thought you were single. But the other night you made it clear that you are not. And moreover, you even made me realise that i am ruining your relationship with your girlfriend. I am not so shameless to go after a man who is already taken. I think you should stop bothering about me now. My parents will do that. Good day Mr. President " she replied so sweetly, that he thought he might get diabetes with that much sweetness.

Voice even, Anabella said, “how is your mother today, Mr. President? I believe she has a heart condition, does she not? One that required her to receive a pacemaker. Who do you think manufactured that nifty little gadget keeping your mother alive?” The President’s face went pale. Issuing that threat Marx was sure was the President’s attempt at asserting his dominance once more after Xavier admonished him for his actions. The President was a proud man. Marx wished the man would be smart enough to see the game he was playing. The people he was playing it with.

That brought an instantaneous frown from the President. “What does he want?” He asked with a hard edge to his voice. I cleared my throat to give enough time to think for a plausible excuse. I found none. So, I decided to go for the truth. “I have no idea. He probably wanted to be updated or maybe provide further instructions on looking for your perfect wife.” There was a distaste to my tone that the President easily detected. I tried to turn my head away, but he cupped my chin and made me face him.

his voice low as he stretched his hands and touched mine with a puppy look on his face. "I'll address some few funny things which I know you are saying out of love. Firstly, I am not leaving you alone, you have my pictures to see and caress while you sleep. Secondly, I am leaving because I have to. I feel the urge to and I want to have a new break and fresh air in another different environment. I miss my friends and loved ones and lastly, your life won't be shattered. You'll be just fine. That's why there's internet and this is just for a week or two." "Why are you sounding sarcastic?" the president asked as I stood up from the bed and went to the wardrobe. I began to fling out some clothes

“Just thought I’d drop by and see the man who used to think he could control me.” “Used to?” He coughed out a laugh. “You’re here because you need something. So, out with it.” I leaned in closer, my voice dropping to a near whisper. “Why am I here?” I repeated, savoring the moment. “I’m here, McKinney, because it’s time to take back what’s mine.” His eyes narrowed, the tension in the room palpable. “And what’s that?” I smiled, letting the silence stretch just long enough to make him squirm. “The presidency.”

His eyes remained fixed on the road. He didn't look like he would listen. He didn't look like those words could penetrate him. I needed to do more, maybe remind him of us, even though I wished those memories never existed. But anything at this point, anything to get into his head. “What happened to us? We could be better than this, you know. We could…. We could start afresh, on a clean note when you're done serving your term. It's the right thing to do, don't you think?”

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.