Novel & Cerita President Daddy Excessive Love

“Don’t feel bad over something that we both know was not your fault. Let’s just keep this away and focus on what we are seeing, okay? I’ll handle the scandals while you try to stay out of one. “There’s nothing these press guys love more than waiting for you to make a mistake so they can catch you on camera and use it against you. Even I am not safe, and I’m the president of this crazy country.” She laughed while I hugged her more. “Don’t bother yourself too much about this. I’ve got this.” We kissed before leading each other to the couch. *** Delia’s POV “Are you even listening to me?!” I yelled at my father who was drinking a bottle of whiskey without a glass cup. He was drowning himself in

the cashier replied. Surveying Alfred's loot, Biden raised an eyebrow. "Is this everything you want?" Alfred's nod was brimming with joy. "Yes, Dad!" As Biden settled the bill and loaded the shopping bags into the car, he felt a pang of regret. Hearing Alfred call him "daddy" both warmed and shamed him. He realized the void he had left in his son's life and vowed silently to bridge that gap. He aimed to make his love for Alfred undeniable and genuine.

“You are so huge, daddy.” “Isn’t that what you need?” He smirked and spanked me hard again. I let out a low cry. “You never want me to stop anytime I have it inside of you. You enjoy it, don’t you?” He asked, and when I was slow to respond him, he spanked me harshly one more time. “Yes! Yes! Daddy.” My body shook. “Good girl.” He said with a smile and a soft tap of my cheeks. “You are daddy’s girl.”

He asked as Marissa laughed as anxiety oozed out of her lips. "It's obvious that your father used to do drugs, Micheal, how else would that reach there," she replied as Micheal's eyebrows furrowed, "My father despises drugs, he didn't even like drinking, once upon a time, my father was extremely ill, and you were the one taking care of his medication, making sure that he took it, or was it even his medication?" He asked as Marissa's face darkened. "You don't know what you're talking about," she said as Micheal smirked, "And there it is right there," he said as Marissa remained silent, "Why did you do it, why did you kill your husband and my father?" He asked as Marissa rolled her eyes.

The background pretty much waned as she watched the show of love with envy. A tall father had finally found his son and he tossed away his placard to spread his arms for the incoming launch. An Asian in a business power suit and a briefcase had met with his driver or associate and they shook hands warmly as they headed towards the exit. A short guy in a long ponytail hugged his pregnant wife and kissed her passionately. Kiersey sighed, suddenly melancholic. When was she . . . ? "His number isn't going," Zanéh complained.

Emma tilted her little head and thought for a while before answering, "I have only met him a few times and do not know him very well. However, on that day, it was my grandmother's birthday. He promised Yoseph that he would let me be engaged to him for three months. I knew that he must have placed a lot of importance on his career. He didn't even care about my feelings." Archie nodded. "You are right. Your father loves power. Half a year ago, the current president suddenly fell ill. In the half year he stayed in the hospital, your father took over almost all of his power. It was the same as him putting himself in the role of president, so. . . That's why he's so crazy about wanting that posit

"Yes, I did. How I run the company is up to me." My father placed his drink on the table beside him, "Wyatt, son, I love you. But this has to stop. You are well past a ripe age and you need to stop this nonsense of running after young women just because you can." I couldn't say I was surprised by this. My father was the complete opposite of me. The infamous Grayson Grimes, in his prime he had been a ruthless businessman, but always a devoted and caring family man. He had wed my mother when he was only twenty-two, and she was twenty-one. They really had the storybook romance.

"Yes, Bella, that's right. I missed out on your earliest years, and that's something I deeply regret. It was my punishment for the mistake I made." A silence filled the room, as the twins absorbed what they had just been told. It was the little girl who finally broke the silence, her voice soft but determined. "But you love Mommy and us now, right, Daddy? More than anything else?" "Yes, sweetheart. I never stopped loving her. I love you and her more than anything else in the world," David confessed, reaching out to draw both twins into a gentle embrace. "Then it's okay, Daddy," Xander murmured from the safety of his father's arms. "Because you learned your lesson. It was punishment enough to

Zoey tried her possible best not to sound desperate, she said it in a soft manner, she didn't wanted to anger him. She neither wanted him to find out she had been crying. "Zoey dear, Why don't you tell daddy what's going on? I am sure there's something we can do." Her dad warm voice boomed out, it made feel a little ounce of warmth. Ever since she was little, she had always liked her dad more, maybe because, he didn't force her her to be the perfect Miss. Hart like her mother would always do. "Wear this shoe, you would look better,"

he groaned, clutching his chest like I had just struck him. I tried to keep my voice steady. “Well, if you want a child, you can get your wife pregnant again. The two of you are still pretty much young, and don’t think I don’t hear all that noise you make at night.” His face twisted with fury. “You are the worst son anyone could ask for,” he spat out. I grinned, savoring the slight victory. “The pleasure is all mine,” I said dryly. My father stared at me for a moment, as though trying to find the words to counter me. Finally, he exhaled and muttered, “Get yourself ready. The president is hosting us tonight. Maybe you can meet his beautiful daughter. Maybe she’ll be the one to change your min