Cure My Heart, Dr. Sierra
He seemed taken aback by my response.
I leaned back in my chair, crossing my arms, and gave him a pointed look. “Are you cursing at the president now?” I asked with a sly grin.
“Yes, and if you don’t sign this, Mr. President, I’ll take Miss Hira from you. She looks absolutely stunning in her all-white uniform. I bet she’s great at kissing, considering I saw her kiss you the last time we were at the bar,” he said, grinning wider.
I sighed, feeling a mix of frustration and disbelief. “So, are you blackmailing me, Mr. Elijah?”
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