The President's Darling
The gentle air radiated off him like that of a priest's.
"You must be Summer Charter, James' wife," said the man.
His voice was mellifluous like the pulling strings of a violin, whereas his eyes were so bright that they reminded her of spring.
Forget about being captivated by his looks, just by talking to him, Summer felt light-hearted solely.
This was the first time she felt this way. However, that was another matter.
Instead of talking, the alerted Summer scanned around the area to find out where this place was.
"This is the presidential suite. You're kidnapped," he blurted, putting her into a trance.
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