Mr President’s Wild Obsession Novels & Stories

"Yes, granny Zoe. It's exactly like how you predicted. The president is so whipped for Miss Miller, he is acting like a mad lover now." "I knew it, I really found the gold in the mine haha. That child will definitely change my grandson, it won't take long before they make a bunch of kids." Zoe laughed out loud. Like always, Owen reported everything to her. "Yes, I also think so. I have never seen the President give his credit card to anyone and he voluntarily gave Miss Miller his black card. It's confirmed that he is so head over heels for her though he keeps denying it." "Great, now I can set the date." Zoe let out over the call.

"Yes, Mr President is a dedicated man. He surely loves his fiancee so much" Nodding in agreement, Samantha added, "I heard that he had been keeping his chastity for his fiancee and he has never been close to another woman. Also he is so dedicated that he doesn't even stare at other women" "Bonnie!" Samantha's suddenly called her in a serious tone. "Yes" Bonnie also side eyes her. "I see that you seemed to know a lot about Mr President's private life" "Ahhh.." Bonnie smiled awkwardly and answered, ",Those are just the rumors have been hearing. Besides, you know I like gossiping "

"Any special request you would like to add in your coffee… Mr. President?” I smirked when I noticed a sudden halt on his reaction. He was late to react that Morgan and Elizabeth noticed it too. Tsk tsk. You’re afraid I might say something about us but it’s actually you who’ll bring in the table what you fear the most. “N-Nothing. Just the regular coffee.” He answered with a little bit tense on his voice. I smiled sweetly before passing by their sides quietly. If you look at President Roscoe, you won’t think he has this side of demon. He looks like a perfect husband, as if he doesn’t care with anyone as long as he’s with his wife.

Blue’s Pov “That was insane” I yelled out as we stepped out of the club. “Shhh…stop yelling.” River scolding, while she chuckled. “That was the craziest thing ever to happen in this fucking city. I need the details of everything that happened. The how’s, the where’s. Spill the tea.” I urged. River looked around, “let's get home first.” “Your house or mine?” “Mine…” she concluded and just like that we were on our way

The crowd chanted. “50 million.” “Woahhh.” The crowd chanted very loudly. “Fuck.” The other guy cursed. “50 million going once, going twice–sold.” This is fucking disgusting, human trafficking in this era? Fucking imbeciles. Can't they just get a hooker or something? “You've been soon to Mr Terry Volkov.” The woman said as I raised my head. It was an old man, fuck. I know it's foolish but I was somehow praying that I would've ended up with a much younger man. Fuck.

Jessica waved her hand, after all, she wanted to be alone with Nicholas for a while. The manager quickly turned and left the room, closing the door behind him. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, but in his heart, he despised the president's future wife. After working in the hotel for so long, he had seen all kinds of noble people, but this was the first time he had encountered someone like Jessica, who liked to make a scene and cause trouble for no reason.

Adrian said. She smiled innocently. “Yes, sir?” “Breakfast.” “Of course, sir.” I narrowed my eyes at him. “Worried, huh?” “Eat your food.” Mrs. Whitmore chuckled. “He wouldn’t let me leave until he was certain you were comfortable.” “Mrs. Whitmore.” Adrian warned. “And he checked on you several times.” I grinned. “Several?” Adrian put his tablet down. “Does nobody in this house understand the concept of privacy?”

" Tony gave a nod and followed Cathe reluctantly. Audrey took the elevator upstairs, and without thinking twice she burst into the president's office without knocking. Rick stood aside and smiled politely, trying to lighten the tension. "Good morning, Audrey. How are you feeling today?" Audrey didn't care to respond. She just asked the same question she asked over 100 times. "Where are my children?" She demanded, her voice thick with fear and fury. Smith stood by the window, his hand tucked into his pocket. He imagined their reunion to be something gentle, emotional and beautiful.

The man who now sits at the top of a billion-dollar company no longer has time to play pretend tea parties with me. And the worst part? He looked completely unfazed by the fact that he had just caught me half-naked, reading smut. He leaned against the nightstand, staring right at me with his white button-down shirt rolled up at the sleeves and that expensive wristwatch, which I had sworn I would steal. His dark eyes swept over me once, lingering just long enough to make heat crawl up my neck, before flicking down to the fallen book. “I see you have got an interesting taste in literature,” he smirked.

Despite having experienced death and loss, the president has loved and hated the missus, yet this entanglement seems never-ending. ‘The missus has the spirit of a cockroach. Despite losing favor time and again, he still comes back to her in the end. The president wishes nothing more than to feed her to the sharks every time they fight, only for him to have the desire to throw himself into the waters to make up afterward.’ As a result, Grayson concluded, ‘The missus is the president’s only nemesis.’ Being on the missus’ good side might perhaps make his life a tad easier in the future too.