Spoiled By The President Novel Novels & Stories

President said and ended the zoom call. Mr. President bundled up his shoes and shirt. "Lock the door behind you," he said to the escort that stepped into his bedroom. *** Mrs. Sparks lay awake, filled with deep-seated loneliness mingled with growing excitement about being discharged tomorrow and proceeding to live with the President in the White House. She had been in his bed once, all thanks to Caroline that linked her with him. And after that night, the President had been dying to have her in his bed permanently. Caroline caught her smiling when she walked into the hospital room.

"It was time to let him go. I shouldn't let him lay there and suffer because of my selfishness. Rose nodded in agreement. Things were pretty much back to normal after his funeral. I moved in with Rose at the mansion as she didn't want to be alone. I wanted to be with her and watch over her as she was carrying our child. Her behavior was no less crazy. Now that the pregnancy hormones added to the mix, she is even wilder than before. I was in trouble. It was almost time for her due date and we were having a girl. Which means I'd be victimized by not one, but TWO crazy girls in the future. Pray for me. "Rose, for fuck's sake you don't look like a petrified hippo in that dress," I protested irri

He stopped staring at me when Martina whispered something in his left ear. "Hey," August spoke calmly, tapping my shoulders as if he is trying to get my senses back. "My bad, did I say something wrong?" He asked, lowering his voice and slowly inserting both of his hands in his pocket. His forehead wrinkled in confusion. "Ah, no." I quickly answered. "Count me in but don't kidnap me, please."I jested. He laughed. His husky voice made it more attractive. "Perks of being the president's nephew."

she revealed and the mood did change I wasn’t expecting that kind of tragedy, I regretted asking her at that moment but she told me to cheer up because it doesn’t weigh her down anymore. “I stopped being jealous of others a long time ago so don’t feel sorry for me. I am absolutely fine” she stated and I nodded to lighten the mood. We discussed about our growing up and ended up realizing why we both clicked well. It was because we had a similar pattern of surviving within the harsh storm. “Do you want to tell me about how you and the president met? I am very curious about your story” she pressed and I laughed “I know you were always curious but today is not the day for our story. Many things

I hesitated and whispered, "This cake, you already took a bite..." "Are you disgusted by me?" His question felt like it dropped the temperature by ten degrees around us. "No, of course not. President, you are always immaculate," I quickly replied, trying to appease him. Unmoved by my flattery, he simply placed the cake closer to my lips, urging, "Eat." Well, then, I would eat it. After all, I had made it, so why not? Moreover, I decided to eat it with the grace of having him feed it to me. Who cared if he was the President?

Judy quickly asked, "Linda, why isn’t Leo here today? He usually accompanies the president to social events. I haven't seen him." "Leo went to help the president's girlfriend move." Linda retorted, "Didn't you know? You're close to the president; how could you be so out of the loop?" "The president has a girlfriend? Which wealthy family's daughter is she?" Judy was surprised, feeling a fleeting, negligible sense of loss, which she hardly noticed herself. Linda explained, "She's not from a wealthy family, but she's the first woman to live in the Royal Manor. She might very well become the Caler Group's future lady."

Her expression remained cold as she snorted and replied, "Incompetence is something you can't deny, and I've made the biggest compromise by letting you walk away with nothing. Just get the hell out if you don't like it." With that, she wrapped her arms around Ansel's neck and eagerly pulled him toward the bedroom. I turned and walked out without looking back. After booking a presidential suite at a hotel, I made two calls. "Mitch, I'm pulling out of that 50-million-dollar order. "Mom, hold on to that 300-million-dollar wedding gift you prepared for my wife."

That's the line he repeated again and again. Henry is the same as when he was in school. Still being a spoiled kid and brat. Careless guy who sleeps around and spends every money on useless things. I don't know why the president sent him to me. What am I going to do now? I can't stand his attitude. He's way more spoiled than before. Like he ditched classes in school, now he's doing the same with the work too. Someone knocked on the waiting room door. "Come in."

"Just there? Come on, are they huge with large arms and tattoos all over? All the biker books I've read so far didn't fail to mention these qualities." "Willlaa..." I let out a tired groan. "Alright, yes they do. Not all of them are huge though... It's only the president and..." "You've met the president!" She gasped, her mouth and eyes wide open. "He must be so hot and one sexy hunk of a man. Do you know how many times I've fallen in love with the president in each biker book?" "Willa, fiction isn't reality...and morever, Frost Vipers president looks like a real jerk." At this point everything I would do to make myself hate Havoc, I would gladly do that.

"No, Ma’am. I didn’t steal them. I swear to God, I didn’t do anything wrong—" "I caught you peeking at my paper bag, and I'm sure it was you!" Zendaya interjected, her voice dripping with venom. "You're just poor! You don't have money to buy your own! If it weren't for your scholarship, you wouldn't even be here. If you don't admit it, I’ll call my Daddy and have you kicked out of this academy!" Cyan turned sharply toward Zendaya. She knew the child was spoiled, but she hadn't realized the depth of her arrogance and cruelty.