Mr President's Wild Obsession Novels & Stories

he comments, eyeing the ingredients. I laugh faintly. “I guess the baby wants creamy pasta and peppered chicken at seven in the morning apparently.” “That child already behaves like you.” I shake my head smiling. Uncle Robbie turns his attention toward the television as another political analyst begins speaking. “Today’s election will be bloody,” he mutters seriously. “The contestants are powerful men with dangerous connections.” He pauses before adding, “But I want Alexander Stiles to win. That man actually speaks like someone who cares about the people.”

‘What are you talking about? I typed back. ‘You know what I’m talking Daniella. Go back to sleep now.’ I huffed and crossed my arms. Not knowing what to reply, I pulled out the truth card. 'Well, I believe you're in luck Mr. President for I have never done that even once. You can relax your butt in your comfy bed now.' ‘Oh really?’ Came his reply, IMMEDIATELY. Shit. I bit my lip and typed: ‘Okay, I refuse to talk about masturba*tion topics with you, Erik. Goodnight!’

Jane fearlessly met his gaze, “do you think I brought those paparazzi? I’m I that bored to do such a thing? If you don’t believe me, you can investigate and see if I brought them here.” Seeing her determined face, Nathan withdraw his suspicion gaze. “Maybe this is grandpa’s doing,” he thought. As they emerged from the car, a dazzling display of camera light and shutters greeted them. The paparazzi were in a frenzy, capturing every detail. “President Robinson, is it true that you are here to get your marriage certificate with Ms. Williams.?” “President Robinson, when did you start this relationship with Ms. Williams? And when did it progress so quickly?”

No one broke the silence since not even a single word was uttered. Was it their cold and aloof President Mo? Was he the one whom they often refer to as Mr. Iceberg? It was impossible to believe it. They couldn't t bring themselves to believe it. President Mo who was rumored to have no links with women was hugging and kissing a woman in front of everyone. How could they believe their eyesight? It was blasphemy to even think that President Mo, the devil could be so passionate.

President Dika was very angry and said, "It may be that your child is like that, but Nova is not the type of man playing around with relationships. And her secretary isn't a cheap girl either." The President's friend, Mr Wildan, only responded with a cynical smile. "Isn't that the reality?" asked Chairman Dika insinuating, indeed the fact that Mr Wildan's son is worse than Nova. "Your kid who plays in a club with a bitch all the time, is that a good thing? Mr Wildan is silent. The man in the neat suit and taller than President Dika asked permission to leave first for fear of being humiliated by Dika. President Dika was pleased to see Mr Wildan's departure, even though he still wanted to vent

The words were weak, a desperate denial against the crushing weight of his pronouncement. He replied too, his voice hard, unyielding, an echo of my own desperate whisper. I believe he wanted to make himself clearer, to crush any last spark of hope I had, to ensure I understood the utter finality of my situation. "Keep shut, vermin. It was signed by a man… Signed by Hillary!”

"Not at all, Mr. President. But I was wondering, as a man, are there no skeletons in your cupboard? Nothing to hide from the public?" "Miss Hailey, I am a man of impeccable past and present and I do hope to keep it so for future's sake as well. Please, if there's nothing more you'd like to discuss, I have schedules lined up." "Ah, impeccable." I brought out a picture, placed it on the desk and slid it across. "What's this?" He was not looking yet. "Take a peek, Mr. President." I encouraged. He picked up the picture and looked. A chuckle escaped his throat. "What is this? You show me the picture of an ex-girlfriend and you think this is a flawed past? Everyone dated before settling for their

the president asked as he offered me a glass of wine. He was a handsome man in his early forties, still very much single. At his age, he could pass for a thirties. He smiles broadly at me as I watched his Adam's apple. Gosh, what a hot man! Clara! Control your damn self! President Gifford and I became acquaintances when someone almost set him up with the paparazzi when he got heavily drunk. I found what had been done to him uncalled for so I dragged him to the restroom and hid him there.

- I don't like this kind of thing, it always comes with a nothing-with-nothing question. "As long as it's not something too personal, I'm all ears." - I could tell that he was in no mood to talk about anything. "Have you and James ever had anything? Don't get me wrong, but his obsession is not normal." "Again? How many times will it be necessary for me to tell you no. I never dated Maurício, my focus was never on men, he was just a big son of a bitch who managed to ruin my life and make everything worse whenever he had the opportunity."