My Date With The President's Daughter Novels & Stories

I'm pretty sure she wanted to plead with me to let her go play in the playground since I have given strict orders to Vivian not to let her step out of the suite. Diane stopped walking, and quickly swallowed her words when she saw someone else in the living area with me. Tia Patricia smile when her eyes connected with Diane. I could see she wanted to ask who the child was, but refrained herself. “Hello, sweetheart! Has anyone told you you look really beautiful?” Tia Patricia asked, smiling warmly at my daughter, who returned the smile with a blush. “Thank you ma'am. My Mom tells me all the time. You look very pretty too, doesn't she Mom? Diane asked, looking up at me.

I’m not ready for any relationship now after what Liam did. “You don’t have to feel pressured about it Aubrey. Just say yes or no, I will be fine with either of it” he said after some minutes of silence “I will think about it. But before then, there’s something you need to know. It’s still about my identity!” “Alright, I’m listening” he said urging me to go on “I’m the President’s daughter!” I dropped the bombshell “I don’t understand. The President of which association? Or is it a company?” he asked looking lost

“He… slept with her about seven days ago. It seems things got a little out of control, and now her family is insisting on marriage.” Sasha’s heart pounded in her chest, her mind spinning with confusion and anger. Helen Peterson? The president’s daughter? It didn’t make sense. Ethan would never—, she had not realized that the woman she caught Ethan with was the president own daughter. “I thought you should hear it from me,” Jonathan added softly, leaning in just a little closer. “You deserve to know what kind of man Ethan really is.” Sasha stood there, frozen, trying to process what she had just heard. Jonathan was lying. He had to be. But as she looked into his eyes, she realized he believed

He vaguely remembered that the daughter of President Dacota seemed to be called Nicky. "Is this young lady the daughter of President Dacota?" Seeing Allen having some doubts, Natasha covered her mouth and smiled, "Dr. Peterson, I forgot to tell you that Nicky is the daughter of our president." With Natashsa's confirmation, Allen confirmed that his guess was true. He took a deep breath and said, "Hello Miss Nicky." "Don't call me Miss Nicky, call me Nicky." Nicky laughed. "That’s right, you can call her Nicky, since you have a great relationship with the president, so it’s okay to be less formal." Natasha laughed.

Mandy responded, and brush his hair. "I will do much better than Dad, I'm sure with Jessie close to me, I won't fail." David responded, and he's mother frowned her face. Mandy and her daughter were so excited, that's what they want. When David become the president, Jessie will be the wife of David. Wife to the president of the most top influential family's in the country with over hundred of Billions investment. Mandy and her daughter gaze at each other, and smile. "I believe you can do better, I trust you." Jessie chimed in, and place her hands in his.

She returned to the group with a huge smile on her face. "On February 28th, the President of France is visiting the U.S. His youngest daughter has asked if she could meet Mitchell and me. Our presence is requested at a state dinner. The government will supply us first class tickets, and for Mom, Dad, Hailey and Maddie. Can you make it, Mitchell, or do you have plans?" asked Christine with a big grin. "I told them that I'd have to speak with you and call back."

" think of it, if this video finds its way to the internet, what do you think would happen?" "The president's daughter bullied by the famous model and her whore friend" she developed this feeling of hatred the very day Maxwell ignored her for Emma....

Although she did not actually touch his cheek, it looked even more lustful. "Hum." Curling his lips, Callan lowered his head to look at her with a faint smile. But he did nothing else. The woman looked more excited. "Or is it because you married the president's daughter, so you can't be how you used to? President Handerson, it must be hard for you, right? What kind of woman is the president's daughter? Is she beautiful? I heard that she was ten years younger than you. Isn't she too young? Does she know how to please you?"

It drove away. My blood turned to ice. The screen split. On one side was the video, now frozen on a close-up of Leo opening the car door for me. On the other side was a smiling photo of me from my company website. The reporter’s voice was serious. "The man in the video has been identified as Leo Grant. Sources confirm he is the ex-boyfriend of James’s daughter, Maya. The video was taken on the night of James’s fiftieth birthday party, just over a week ago. We have reached out to Ellie James and her company for comment on the nature of their relationship, but have not yet heard back."

At Le Château Royale, the clinking of silverware was the only sound between them. Lydia and Rowan ate in silence. Rowan finally broke it, dabbing his lips with a napkin. "So... you're a Zander?" His voice held amusement. Lydia met his gaze. "Yes." A slow whistle left his lips. "Damn. The woman I pulled out of a pool turns out to be the President’s daughter." She shrugged. "Life happens."