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ed down my thighs. The desire for him was overwhelming, just looking at him w

ke we both needed to move beyond in order to live normal lives. But why did it have to be his son that fate had chosen for me to marry? There seemed to

my thighs heating up with a mere glance at his oval-shaped face. I closed my eyes briefly, hoping to regain composur

man. One man I knew it was nearly impossible to be with, one man whose secret the White House would

a, the head of the White House, while I was just a normal girl who wouldn't e

dn't care about their conversation. I just needed some fresh air, a place where I could escape his intense gaz

k beautiful, even

at drew my attention. Standing tall and confident, he exuded a commanding presence that demanded respect. His chiseled features were a perfect blend of strength and refinement, with a strong jawline that hinted at his determination

nture. It framed his face with nonchalant elegance, effortlessly enhancing his striking feature

ned body that spoke of strength and athleticism. Every movement he made se

d power, leaving no doubt about his status. His style seamlessly blended clas

unexpected presence. What in God's name was he doing here? Was

s hands found their way to my cheeks, his touch soothing and calming. A fluttering

gaze to him, knowing that meeting

id I know my little cutie pie had fled to Africa,

to recreate. In that moment, I wanted nothing more than to grab him by the collar, pa

ding my gaze to meet his eyes. I locked eyes with him, allowing him to see the affection in mine. As he did, a warm and g

. I almost gasped. What on earth was he doing? I was soon to be his son's wife, and he

ged to say, even though the pain gnawe

around my body possessively, as if he had found something so dear to him, something precious

ore I could finish my sentence, his lips met mine. It was a moment I wanted to hold onto for a life

his voice cold and commanding, as he handed

rowing as I strained to read its contents.

ste of anxiety lingered on my tongue as I contemplated the situation. I couldn't

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