A bright flash interrupted his thoughts. The White House photographer circled. Another flash.
The East Room’s Steinway started producing incredibly soothing music.
The President entered and took his seat.
Lokai’s doggy butt was planted in the aisle next to Eddie.
The ceremony began. Kim graced the room to the melody of ‘Here comes the bride.’
She looked amazing in her long, white wedding dress. The thin a veil did not conceal her smile. She was an angel. His angel, his heart pounded.
The priest launched into the ceremony. Without stumbling, Mike managed to repeat the proper words.
With the exchange of rings completed, the priest nodded toward Mike and Kim. “You may kiss the bride.”
Kim bent to let him kiss her.
Mike waved her off.
Her eyes went wide in surprise. “Mike!”
Mike was undeterred. He used both arms to thrust himself to standing position. He refused to let Kim kiss him seated. He wanted her to know that they would always be equals. Standing together, forever like their love.
Through a force of will, he rose and engulfed her in his arms for support. He wasn’t afraid to accept her help. The kiss lasted an eternity.
After the kiss, Kim’s cheek brush against his. She kissed his ear and said, “I’m pregnant.”
Near Paris, France, in a cheap chalet, a naked Natalya straddled Mike’s doppelganger. It took her a month to locate him. Her six-pack abs rippled as she slowly moved her round butt sexual rhythm. Her stomach a wave of motion.
The man moaned in pleasure.
She commanded him to keep his eyes shut. His brown eyes did not match Mike’s emerald blue.
He opened his eyes.
Her thumbs shot forward, digging deep in his sockets. She enjoyed the gooeyness of his eyes when they burst.
She reached to the side of the bed, grabbing her favorite hunting knife and sliced his throat to silence his screams. Blood coated her body as she stabbed and stabbed again. Her eyes grew hot with hate.
I will be Sokol’s revenge.
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