Upstairs At The White House 소설 & 이야기

I slapped her mouth shut before she could finish her sentence, the laptop dinging with notifications got our attention, turning both our attentions to the screen, likes, follows, comments, everything that happens on I*******m happened. “Now that is why we need to get into the White House” winking at her, as I grabbed my bag heading towards the door. — The White House was even more breathtaking in person. The sheer size, the history embedded in its walls, the security detail stationed at every entrance—it was intimidating. But I refused to let my nerves show. I was escorted inside by one of the staff members, my heels clicking against the pristine marble floors. The halls were bright, the air

As soon as Housekeeper Alvin finished it he stretched his hand towards the inside of the castle asking the maids and Mary to go ahead of him. Accepting Housekeeper Alvin’s order’s they were walking ahead, when Housekeeper Alvin added another sentence, "Don't forget to trash the clothes that you are wearing right now. Our Master does not like old things, from someone else, being brought into this house." Hearing this both the maids who were going ahead along with Mary nodded their heads and bowed towards Housekeeper Alvin before Mary followed them as well. The White Castle was a three-floored one with a huge gigantic living room at the bottom, having a kitchen on the left hand side and a spir

Next, Michael and Ivanka were escorted upstairs, through a long corridor, and into an elevator that took them to the 39th floor, which was the top floor of the building. The top floor was lavishly decorated, complete with an open-air swimming pool and a luxurious palace-like structure beside it. As they approached, they noticed a man in his forties sitting on a leather sofa. He wore a white short-sleeved shirt, black shorts, and flip-flops. A large black wolfdog sat in front of him, its bowl filled with fresh, red meat. The man casually petted the dog’s head before slowly turning to them. “You’ve won a lot of money. I don’t believe you did all that just to see me. So, spill it, what do you r

"Let's talk upstairs, Lena." She wasn't his fucking Lena, but she was in too much shock to tell him off. Elena Taylor managed to make it to the top floor without the wheelchair despite Mikhail's insistence, her fingers curled into her palm. What did she feel? Relief? Joy? Hell no. The door to their room opened, and they stepped into the presidential suite which had a killer view of the ocean and a state of the art interior decor. But right now, Elena didn't have the luxury to appreciate any of it, her hair whipping as she turned sharply to Mikhail, speaking through clenched teeth,

"Of course Alpha" He continued his inspection in the upper floor.The mansion have four bedroom upstairs plus the masters room which opens into the wide veranda overlooking the rose garden. Jack thought his room needed more changes too. He needed a much bigger bed and a new modern toilet and bath. He sat down the bed remembering his father's words,the alpha king Darius before he left the Palace.

His dick thrusting deep, filling her completely, his breath praising her words even as he fucked her senseless. By mid-week, the White House pulsed with pre-speech frenzy. Staffers darted between floors, elevators crammed with folders and coffee cups. Nia clutched her latest draft, heading down from the residence level after a quick markup session with Vince's chief of staff. The elevator dinged open on the second floor, already packed—advisors shoulder-to-shoulder, a Secret Service agent in the corner, the air heated with the smell of cologne and a sense of urgency.

Elena's POV Horace had ordered the maids to prepare another master bedroom in the White House for me. When I entered the room, I couldn't help but love the lavishness of the room. Everything in it was state-of-the-art. “I mean, this is the White House”, I said to myself. A maid came up to inform me that dinner would be ready soon, so I decided to take a shower I came out, wrapped in my bathrobe, and I was more than shocked to see the Alpha Horace in my chambers, a dress folded in his hands.

**** From the outside, the White House didn't seem like much. "And here I wonder why it was called 'the White House,"' I murmured to myself. I mean, the house wasn't even painted white. "What are you doing? Come in," Natalie urged as she swung open the door. "Let's go check out your new room," she added, a contagious excitement in her voice. Sighing, but the moment I stepped inside, I held my breath. "What the…." I gasped loudly.

Not that I had any intention of informing my wife, the woman she thought I had feelings for was something else entirely. The door opens as I get up from my seat and look through the floor-to-ceiling glass window framing the White House, as a portrait awash in lights. I don’t need to see them to know the number of guards and special forces patrolling every floor, and corner, from 200 ft underground to thousands of feet above the earth. Did they know their deadly weapon was about to turn their back on them? Were they aware I was coming for them? Because I was going to turn that entire place to dust, soon. And once the dust settled on the ground, America would know the truth. “Marcus, Killer, D