The President My Lover by Cassandra Dee

Author:Cassandra Dee
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Cassandra Dee Romance

CHAPTER EIGHT

Bridget

Two months later …

I can’t believe this is happening. Because I’ve been out on so many bad dates that being ghosted afterwards shouldn’t take me by surprise. But this time, I can’t help but feel hurt because I thought Robert and I had a real connection. I thought the alpha male really felt something for me, and that our link was deep and true.

Because we did more than hook-up. Sure, he was my alleged “male escort,” but it wasn’t anything like that. For one, no money was exchanged. My first payment to Gold Medallion was refunded back to my credit card, and there was no payment for any subsequent meetings.

Plus, we felt each other on a deeper level and I could tell that the charismatic male liked it. It’s in the way he kissed me and touched me, not to mention the conversation we had. Sure, our encounters would start out hot and heavy, but after he blasted within my body, drenching my vag with jism, often he’d want to talk. And we did, for hours and hours and hours about politics, current events, as well as the silly stuff that happens at the Star Gazette.

“So let me understand,” he drawled, still breathing hard after a mindblowing session. He’d stroked my anus this time before breaching that deep hole and I was lying in his arms, still dazed and confused. “Your boss wants you to bake cookies for the Star’s anniversary party.”

I nodded, trying to focus, but every cell of my body felt so good.

“It’s true,” I mewled softly. “I thought I was a copy editor, but sometimes I think I’m more of their personal servant.”

Robert snorted.

“I’ll call the White House kitchen and ask them to whip something up for you. When is this party again? Tomorrow? Ridiculous,” he grunted, hand already reaching for the intercom.

“No, don’t!” I squealed, grabbing at that muscular arm. “I’ll feel bad if you get people out of bed to bake for me. Plus, it’s not their job,” I said with a flush to my cheeks. “They put together meals for visiting dignitaries, not the ragtag crew at the Star.”

But President Carter couldn’t be stopped.

“Naw honey, the kitchen staff loves this kind of stuff. A bake sale? It’s a change from their usual duties. Plus,” he added with a smoldering look my way, “I plan on trashing your pretty cunt a couple more times before you go home tonight, so there won’t be any time for you to bake.”

And with that, I melted in his arms, helpless under that charismatic blue gaze. Because Robert is my everything now. The rest of my life has shrunk to insignificance, and the only thing I’m able to think about is the alpha male and our time together. Even Renee has picked up on it.

“What’s with you?” she said, squinting at me curiously. “It’s like you’re here but you’re not here.”

My attention snapped back in place.

“Sorry,” I said, blushing while spooning up another mouthful of soup. “Didn’t hear you just now.

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