MY BULLY PRESIDENT
The scent of cedar and ozone acted like a medicinal wrap, pulling the stray jasmine back under the surface.
"You were so mean to me back there," Thalynn murmured, a ghost of a smile on his pale lips. "The 'Bully President' really has a gift for the dramatic."
"I hated every second of it," Lucian said, kissing Thalynn’s forehead. "But as long as they think I’m 'disciplining' you, they won't look for the truth. They'll just think I’m a tyrant who keeps his favorite toy on a short leash."