Novel & Cerita The President's Man Book

"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.

“Let me see.” “Absolutely not.” I jump up, whirl around, and hide the sketchbook behind my back. “You’ll have to wait for the exhibition like everyone else, Mr. President.” “Is that so? Well, Mr. President has ways of making people talk,” he says, stalking around the chair and toward me. I shriek with laughter as he lunges, trying to grab the sketchbook with one hand while tickling my ribs with the other. I twist away, but he’s faster and stronger. Within seconds, he has me pinned to the chair, both of us breathless.

The president's secretary who was at the man's right hand quickly whispered something into the man's ears which made him spring onto his feet in shock. Mr. Holman couldn't believe his ears, he turned around to look at the woman once again till his brain finally rebooted, he recognized her immediately but it was too late. Lucien coldly smirked at the man, he knew the secretary must have informed him of his offense and that he made an attempt to leave but was held back by the whole president of a big country. The audience at the event had their gaze focused on them but they thought their president was just having a normal business conversation with the man he was holding so they didn't put muc

“Said her name clear as day. Mannie Twain. President’s floor.” I straightened my back and picked up my folder from the desk. “Looks like my ‘chasing’ worked faster than yours,” I said sweetly, brushing past her. Her mouth opened and closed like a goldfish.

and smirk at him. There is no way out from here. HELLO people Please check my new book, which is "MR PRESIDENT I DO " iTS ABOUT the husband doting his wife after there forced marriage.

He nodded and left, closing the door. I looked at Orlando. “What happened last night?” “The Hemings is what happened.” “What were they doing there?” He took my hands in his. He looked into my eyes. They were full of concern, his words as cold as they always were. “We went down to the wanted house. Remember when I flaked about my other business?” “Yes.” “Well, I deal in drugs and firearms.” “Oh.” Is all I could mean to say. “He somehow managed to find out about the shipment that was about to be delivered and him and his men showed up, some of my workers and a-some of my best men. He was there to take the shipment and take me down.”

I slowly opened my eyes just in time to see Kian holding one of the men's whips. "President Kian," the men quickly said as they bowed in respect to him. I looked at Kian, surprised. "President? How is he a president? Is he also with them? What the hell is going on?" "President Kian, what brought you here?" the leading man asked. "I was just passing by, so I heard some noise here," Kian said with a haughty smirk on his face. "It's nothing; we are just trying to finish up some business, but in the meantime, we will have to lock you here," the supposed Axel said with a slight nod.

The phrase "Mr. Billionaire President" sent a strange shiver down Anthony's spine. He wondered if Sean had something against him. Anthony's eyes darkened as he tried to hide his inner turmoil. "What do you want to talk about?" "I want to talk about how much you're really worth, Mr. Zachman." Sean grinned. "You're the president of a company, but you're rumored to be a gold digger. People say you're not quite the self-made man you claim to be.

So, the President—who was known for being compose in the face of adversity—almost tripped when he hurried his footsteps to get the phone from his butler. It was the butler of the Old Man who answered the call. The President respectfully asked for the Old Man in which he did not have to wait for long. By the next moment, a deep rough voice sounded from the other side of the call. “Mr. President, this old man has a small request to your office.” Vulcan Elijah skipped the formalities and all bullshits. The President’s grip on the phone tightened, chill crawled down his wet back, and he gulped so silently. “Sir Elijah, may I ask what request do you need? The Office of the President will always s

he said, attempting to flatter the person on the other end of the call. "Cut the crap and go straight to the point. I do not have time for this," Mr. Edward said coldly. "Well then, I have important news," the man replied. "Tell me," Mr. Edward demanded. "The president seems to be married." After a brief pause, Mr. Edward's voice turned cautious. "Married? Are you sure about this?" "Yes, sir," the man confirmed. "The president himself said so. And he'll be handing over the company to Mr Ivan."