Dear Mr President I Want You Back Novels & Stories

I should not have this desire! A high-pitched phone call pierced the illusion I wasn't supposed to have and brought me back to reality. I stared at the hotel phone for a few seconds. Who was going to call me? Ian's panicked voice came from the other end of the phone. “Mr President had a heart attack and was hospitalized. Damn it, I called your cell phone, but you didn't pick up! You have to come back as soon as possible!” I remembered that my phone had turned off automatically because the battery was dead.

DENVER HOSPITAL Richard sucked in a sharp breath and sat down on the sofa across from the bed. Isabella stared at him, still very confused by Adrian's statement. Adrian stared at him, eager to get the answer and finally solved the mystery. “I told the president I'd endorse him and fund his re-election.” Richard finally spoke. His jaws tightened, fist clenched, “Even if I suddenly died, that shouldn't give him the right to take it back. I helped him get elected in the first place!’”

“I’ll call you later when I can talk more. For now, I need to have a meeting with my PR team on what next to do.” “Alright. Just know how sorry I am. I would love to ask for your forgiveness, but I know how hard that would be on you. Can I have your number though? I’ve been unable to sleep worrying about you. How are you being treated? Is everything going on well with you? I fear that one day, in addition to your hasty wedding, the whole pressure of the press will make you do something bad. Am I overreacting?” I nodded. “Yes you are. I’m fine and enjoying life as much as I can. I won’t make any terrible decision.”

“I will come back to you.| If I have to do with one leg, I will make sure I do it. But I'll be back here and I would not leave you like father left,” Not today. Not today

" I want you back!... I spit my smoothie out in laughter, " Sorry" I uttered while trying to control my laughter, as I had splashed his face with a smoothie. " I'm dead serious about this, I want you back and I promise this time I will respect you in every way possible. You will be the one to define the relationship and I don't care what it takes. Just take me back. " I took out the wipes and cleaned myself out, " I don't want you back and that's it. Would you stop clinging unto me, Mr. Married Man. "

"You're right, I'm financially successful but I'm not happy. For eighteen years, I lived with regret. I dreamed about you every night, imagining what my life would have been like if I hadn't left. I regretted it every single day." I didn't answer. I just stared at the garden in front of me, trying to control my emotions. "I know my words won't change anything, but I want you to know, my success never made me forget you. Quite the opposite, I worked hard because I wanted to one day find you and give you everything you deserve. I'm not asking you to forgive me now, but I want you to know, I will build that house for you. Whatever you want, whatever you need, I'll give it to you. Because you de

I brought the phone back to my ear, setting my jaw against the silence of the room. “Find him,” I said, my voice coming out low and hard. “ I want him intercepted immediately, wherever he is.” “We're already on it, Madam President.” The line dropped, and I set the phone down against the dark wood, my fingers clenching into a tight fist. Whoever he was, he was going to tell us exactly what he wanted from me and my daughter, and he was going to tell us why he thought he had any right to threaten her life.

He stepped closer and I backed away, I have never seen him look so angry, like he wanted so bad to kill me. “You love me?” He said dangerously then he laughed, a short one then without warning he backhanded me. I stood there in shock, not expecting. “Jason what did I…..” “SHUT YOUR GODDAMN MOUTH!!!!!” He yelled so loud that I flinched. “You must be stupid, to even think you did all this to tell me you are pregnant. I don’t care if you love me, give me a child, for fuck’s sake one child is all I ask, you whore” he yanked my hair and started to drag me up the stairs.

I couldn't go back there even to take my things without any form of backbone. I realized that one thing I needed to do, was to go back to where I came from. I was going to go back to my roots. Just at that moment, there was a knock on the door and the nurse from earlier walked in, smiling. “How do you feel now?” She smiled. “I'm fine.” I nodded at her. “When will I be discharged from the hospital?” “What? Are you in a hurry to leave us?” She asked, wiggling her brows. “You want to go back to your husband? You missed him so much, don’t you?” She poked my hand, playfully.

She just hugged me before whispering the words that can make my heart crazy every single time. "I love you... Thank you for this day, My President." "And I'm in love with you, Ms. Retired Assassin…”