Novel & Cerita I Love My President Though He Is Psycho

The president's voice beamed out, rough. I choked back on a laugh. He still hadn't changed a bit despite all these years, I held back the urge to laugh. “I'm serious.” I beaned out and watched the smile on his face fade into thin air. Now that's what I'm talking back. I was done with his shit, I came back for one ginga ND that thin was the presidency and nothing else. The thirst for power had grown harder to a point where I couldn't hold it back. Just as I spoke, the door chimed open and I saw a figure step into the room.

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President 8 As I drove back into the compound , I felt that feeling that I hadn’t felt in ages . I had never dreamt that I was going to be coming back here ever again , I thought that all hope was lost but it seems like it wasn’t it . It was just two days ago when I got an unexpected text from him that he was coming back . I never thought that he would come back , I thought that it was the end of us but I was wrong . Of all the things that I had thought of , the least that I could do was wish that he loved me or he had forgiven me .

The temperature in the room was now favorable for them to breathe. Could her presence be the reason for his change? Joseph shook his head sadly; the president had a witness, and it was that flirtatious and shameless woman. In his inward rant, he blurted out, "The president has bad taste!" "What did you say?" Aiden questioned icily. "Nothing. I meant this presentation... it is not up to your taste. Your usual taste is one of a kind," he mumbled, scratching his jaw. The look on Aiden's face was too frightful; he almost choked.

He said. Ha ha ha !! Good joke. " Oh Great!! By the way, I must tell you something too. I am the president of India. " My voice was dripping with sarcasm. " No, really!!! Trust me! " He said looking into my eyes. And it seemed that he was not lying. " Trust me... " He said again. No!

I whispered back, my fears pouring out from my lips; after all, I didn't know what he could do, like how he had glared at me. I shivered. "I know the president can be a perfectionist, but I'm sure he knows how it can be, considering he didn't tell you how intimidating the Media is" Except he did, but I had drank down the memory and then lied. I remembered. God, I was such an idiot. "I ruined his reputation, " "He's used to that," his voice grew light, "There were once rumors the president and I had some relationship going, Elena." I gasped, "What?!"

I hadn’t realized so many people here admired Jayson. The truth is, Jayson is genuinely kind-hearted. I can't deny that. Despite our rocky start and misunderstandings, I've come to realize he's a good person. Someone who’s easy to like and love. It’s just me who played coy, pretending indifference when all I wanted was his attention.

Before joing politics, the president was barely known and he seemed to have enjoyed a life outside the cameras. ‘You cannot answer because am not corrupt or you are just a coward in person? Are you one of those who hide behind social media?’ the president asked taking a closer look at the young man who consistently nagged his administration. At the young man who never saw anything good in his efforts to make the government of the day deliver for its people. He was excited to be in the same room with his most ardent critic. Many were the times he had planned to send police officers to arrest the man on many concocted charges, but his instincts restrained him.

“Come on, you don’t have to lie to me, Mr. President.” Josh’s brows boiled. The nickname was a scraper against his eardrums. “For fuck's sake, stop calling me Mr. President,” he replied, not glancing up from his bag. “Fine by me,” Tristan replied with a smirk that Josh could feel even without looking. Tristan returned to the room moments later with a bunch of snacks to pick from. One thing that Josh loved the most—though he would never admit it—was the Choco-Vita Milk in Tristan’s hand. It was his childhood favorite, a weakness he kept hidden under his iron exterior.