My mom came out of the kitchen.
“Mrs. Daniels, sorry about the press,” Ray said.
“No worries. I knew my daughter would be famous one day. I just didn’t think it would be for dating the president.” She chuckled.
I groaned in annoyance. I needed to meet with Penelope as soon as possible.
“Are you ready to go?” Ray asked.
I nodded and picked up my purse. I kissed my mom on her cheek. “I’ll call you later—and stop talking to Cristin about my love life.”
“Be safe.” She kissed my cheek, waved me off, and walked us out of the house.
“We’ll keep some security at your house to make sure they don’t come back,” Ray told her.
“Is this like the mafia or something?” Mom joked.
“It can get to that level if it’s important to Sebastian,” Ray explained.
“I hope the president is not taking advantage of my daughter,” Mom told me.
This so-called “relationship” would be the death of me if I didn’t get control of things.
Tony held the backseat door open, and I slid inside. Ray followed in next, and the door closed.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“Out of town,” Ray replied.
My head swung around fast at his comment.
“He’s finishing a meeting, and then he’ll meet you,” Ray continued.
“Meet me where?” I wondered, putting my seatbelt on.
“Camp David,” Ray answered.
I almost passed out. “Ray, you need to talk some sense into him. I can’t go to Camp David with him.”
“That’s not my decision, Laila,” Ray told me.
“I don’t have any clothes. Plus, I have work and family obligations,” I lied, knowing that Penelope would be looking for me, since I’d asked to have lunch with her.
“Sorry, but I answer to the boss.”
“The boss is the president?”
“Exactly. You won’t need to stop because we have everything you need.”
“I have a meeting; I can’t just leave.”
“Penelope understands, and you can contact her when you get back.”
“The president is kidnapping me,” I mumbled to myself.
“You’re being overdramatic, Laila.”
“No, I want to talk to him now, or I’ll call my friend and say I’m being kidnapped.”
He glowered at me. “Fine. Tony, can you take us to the residence?” Ray sat back in his seat, and Tony turned the car around and drove toward the White House.
I felt a little nauseous about coming to the last place I should be seen, but I wanted to make things clear with Sebastian. 40 minutes later, we made it back to the White House without being detected. Ray and Tony escorted me through the residential area, and I stood in Sebastian’s office, waiting for him to finish his meeting.
I heard loud arguing that sounded like Sebastian, and I was starting to feel a little less confident about demanding to see him. “Where is she?”
“She’s in your office,” I heard Ray say.
“Get the plane ready and tell Claudette to clear my schedule,” Sebastian told him. He opened the door and stared at me intensely. I opened my mouth to speak, and he held his hand up to stop me. “No.”Sebastian said.
“I’m not—”
“You're going to listen and stop behaving like you're the only one who gets a say in this relationship.”
“There were photographers at my parents’ house... and this press release!” I screeched.
He marched over and backed me up against the desk, then turned me around. My back was to his chest. Sebastian tangled my hair in his fingers and pushed me forward against the desk, then whispered in my ear, “You think I’m playing with you?” He gently bit the side of my ear.
“Sebastian!”
He lifted my dress and kicked my legs open, then pushed his erection against my ass. “Shit, Laila, you drive me crazy.” He reached around and grabbed my neck, hovering over my back.
“I told you, I don’t play by your rules,” I said through ragged breaths. I could just imagine if we were in the oval office, and someone walked in, what the reaction would be from his staff and the media.
“You think I’m Carlton?” he asked, ripped my panties off, and smacked me on the ass.
“Ahhh!”
“Answer me,” he demanded, rubbing the sting away.
I shook my head. “No, baby,” I groaned when I felt his hands separate my ass cheeks.
He blew air against my pussy and stuck his tongue inside. “Shit, you taste good,” I heard him say.
“Mmmm... do you love it?”
“You know, I do,” he said, biting each of my cheeks. He stood up, and I heard him unbuckle his belt.
There was something about having a man so powerful worship at my feet. Sebastian thought I was always in control, but deep down, I could barely hold eye contact with him and not fall further in love with the way he treated me. Everyone knew I was a tough, headstrong woman, determined to meet my goals. But sometimes, it was nice to come home to someone and have them take care of me. The other night, when he gave me a bath and washed my hair in the tub, I wanted to blurt out that I would move in, but I changed my mind.
“Stop treating me like the enemy, Laila.”
“Stop demanding what you can’t give me in return,” I replied.
“What can’t I give?” he asked, grabbing me by the hips.
I looked around the room and took in the setting. It was midday, and we were alone in the presidential office. I’d wanted to be away from this man since the first day I met him because he was more trouble than he was worth—even including the constant orgasms that he gave me. “You can’t give me everything,” I said, releasing the long-held words that I kept playing in my head.
“Has it occurred to you that I’m about to fuck you in my office?”
I exhaled a long-held breath. “It's business.”
“No, this is personal,” he responded, pushing me forward and angling his dick at my entrance. He eased inside, not afraid to moan at the pleasure we were giving each other. I hated how he could control my emotions when I promised myself to never get involved with clients on a personal level. “Laila,” Sebastian growled, towering over my back with his large shaft buried so deep, I could feel him in my guts.
“Oh... God, Sebastian,” I moaned, feeling Sebastian’s hands roaming over my body, caressing my butt and pressing kisses along my shoulder blade.
His strokes grew faster and faster as he pumped in and out. He started sucking on my neck. I gripped the side of the desk and closed my eyes. “You feel this?” Sebastian whispered in my ear.
I almost had a heart attack when he pulled out quickly, dropped to his knees, and locked onto my clit. “Wait... no... Sebastian... okay,” I gave in; I couldn’t keep fighting back and forth. My eyes watered, and my breathing became shallow.
“Wait for what, huh?” Sebastian was eating this opportunity up... literally.
“Shit!”
Sebastian stood. I thought he was done, and I could get away, but he spun me around and lifted me onto the desk. He pushed back inside, spreading my legs wider. My head fell back in ecstasy as he kissed a trail down my neck. “I want you, and only you,” Sebastian said.
“What about the... media?” My body started to shake as my climax lingered from the tip of my toes up to my spine.
“Let me worry... about that.”
I leaned up and found his lips. I gripped the back of his head as my juices ran down my thighs and onto his dick. He rubbed a finger across my thigh and pulled back, then sucked the juices off his finger. I trembled in his arms, watching that sexy smirk of his, knowing he was the only one who could do my body like this. I tried to fight him, but he was letting me know who was in charge.
“Mmmm... my favorite taste,” Sebastian said, then pulled out and put himself together.
“You didn’t come?” I questioned, jumping d
own and watching as he stepped into the bathroom that was connected to the office.
He passed me a wet towel to clean up. “It’s not about me. You needed that; I’ll get mine later.”
“This won’t solve anything, Sebastian.” I wiped between my legs and tossed the towel into the trash, then fixed my clothes.
“Wrap up what you need to do. I have a few phone calls, and then we can leave.” Sebastian kissed the side of my cheek.
I was in shock; he just really came in there and fucked me, like it was just an everyday thing for us. The door closed, and I picked my phone out of my purse. I called Penelope.
“Are you all right?” Penelope asked.
“Sort of.”
“It’s all over the news, and I’ve received a few phone calls,” Penelope whispered.
I sighed and put my head in my hand. “Penelope.”
“Don’t worry, Laila. I can handle myself.”
“Are they camped outside your place?” I inquired, standing and heading to the TV in the corner of the room. I turned on the local news.
“No, just my office. Don’t worry; nothing will happen. I have too many friends.” Penelope chuckled.
I felt a little better. I thought of Penelope as an older sister who always looked out for me. She was still single at 45, with no kids and running a multi-million-dollar business. “I hate this has happened because of me,” I said.
“You're not the first girl who fell in love with a client.”
“I feel silly; you taught me better than that.”
“Don’t beat yourself up. I don’t think Sebastian would have let you get away regardless,” Penelope announced.
I believed her. Sebastian was very determined to not let me get away. “I’m heading out of town for a few days, but when I get back...”
“...we can do dinner,” Penelope said.
The door opened, and I stood. Claudette walked in with Ray. “Let me call you back,” I said and ended the call before Penelope could answer.
“The plane is ready,” Claudette said.
I picked up my purse and headed toward the door. “Can you explain to me why he’s doing this?”
“Laila, I’m going to be honest with you. I didn’t want this to happen,” Claudette said.
“You and me both,” I answered and followed them.
“You two will be in Camp David for a few days, and things can calm down,” Claudette explained.
“What about my parents?” I asked.
“We have them under protection, and when you get back, I have some interviews set up for you.”
“No.”
“No?”
“I’m not doing any interviews or magazine shoots. This is my life, and I don’t owe anyone an explanation.”
“Laila, I hear you. But we need to get ahead of this situation.”
“This wouldn't be a ‘situation’ if your boss would have let things stay the way they were.”
“Paying for an escort's time?” she countered. Claudette obviously wasn’t happy about me, but she must have gone along with it because of her friendship with Sebastian.
Claudette stayed behind to wrap up the last-minute details to help us get in front of the media frenzy. Tony opened the door of the town car, and I got in alone. Someone tapped on the window, and I slid it down.
“He’s going to meet you on the plane,” Ray said.
“I’m not doing any interviews, Ray. I don’t care what anyone says.”
I leaned back in my seat and pushed the window button up. I pulled my phone out of my purse and saw that it was blowing up with multiple notifications from social media and emails. Everything was saying, “The President’s Girlfriend: Who is She? Where Did They Meet? Is She Really An Escort?”
I texted my mom to let her know I was good and going out of town for a few days.
Me: Hey, Momma, I’ll be out of touch for a few days.
Mom: Keep me updated. I love you.
Me: Are you and Dad good?
Mom: Your Dad’s upset but understands.
“Who leaked the story?” I asked.
“I have a feeling it was Carlton Stewart,” Claudette stated.
“Why?”
“Because of the bill. He’s trying to force Sebastian to agree to a price adjustment,” Claudette remarked.
“I can't believe it.”
“You dated him in the past, correct?” Claudette mentioned.
I nodded. “Briefly,” I answered.
“Seems he’s determined to make an example out of you to force Sebastian’s hand,” Claudette said.
“What are you going to do?” I questioned.
“Sebastian will handle it from here.” Ray said.
“Handle it how?” I inquired.
“He’s going to make a statement to the public,” Claudette said.
“I could talk with Carlton and get him to retract.”
“Too late. Once the press picks up on you, it’s a never-ending story—until someone else does something crazy,” Ray said.
“I knew this would happen,” I muttered. “I have clients, and a business to run.”
“The best thing for you to do is go away for a few days,” Claudette informed me.
I threw my hands in the air in frustration.
“This could have been avoided,” Claudette said.
“How?” I asked.
“You think Sebastian has the power, but it’s really you,” Claudette said.
Chapter 5: Laila
THE CAR PULLED INTO the private air strip, and I saw two black SUVs parked there. Tony stopped, and, a few minutes later, he opened the door for me to get out.
“Tell me the truth: Am I crazy for this?” I asked him.
He chuckled. “I can’t answer that, ma’am.”
“He won’t know, Tony.”
“I’ll know, ma’am.” Tony escorted me to the plane.
I smiled at the crew that was standing along the private jet. They nodded at me, and I walked up the stairs. I looked from the left to the right and saw two men wearing all black, sitting in the rear of the plane.
Then I heard the voice I’d been trying to get out of my head for that last several months. “Come here.”
I strolled to the middle seat across from him and sat down. I put my seatbelt on. “We couldn’t fly on Air Force One?” I joked.
He smirked. “It’s being cleaned, and I thought this would be more discreet,” Sebastian said.
The door closed at the rear of the plane, and I saw Tony talking with the other gentleman in the back.
“How long are we going to be there?” I asked, looking out the window as the plane started to rev up.
The flight attendant came down the aisle with a tray of drinks. “Mr. President, would you like anything to drink?”
“A shot of Hennessey, please,” he answered.
She looked over at me. “Anything for you, ma’am?”
“A bottle of water, please.”
“Coming right up.” The flight attendant grabbed a bottle of water and poured it into a cup.
“Thank you,” I said and took a sip.
She smiled and walked off to check with the security men in the back.
Sebastian stared at me. “I apologize for forcing myself into your life.”
I turned my head at his comment and swallowed the lump in my throat. “Do you regret what happened?” I wondered.
“Honestly?”
“Yes.”
“I regret not finding you earlier,” he answered.
My stomach fluttered at his words. “Sebastian, I don’t know if I’m right for you.”
“Who says what’s right for me?” he questioned and changed seats to sit next to me. The flight attendant came over with his drink. He grasped my hand and stroked my palm.
“I don’t regret my choices, but this could bring on too much in my life,” I said.
“I ache for you when we're not together,” Sebastian announced. “At the end of the day, a
ll I want is to hear your voice.” He lifted my hand to kiss my palm.
“You're the most powerful man in the world, and you're skipping work to take me on a vacation.”
“I’m not skipping out. I still have work I’m going to do.”
“Yeah, right.” I giggled.
He squeezed my thigh and kissed my cheek. We continued to talk and joke around for the next two hours. It didn’t take long to get to Maryland, and I was glad they’d packed up some clothes for me to change into, since I was still wearing the same clothes from earlier.
I SAT IN THE BACKSEAT of the black SUV as we drove up to the gated compound of Camp David. The car stopped, and both doors opened. We stepped out, and Sebastian came around to grab my hand and walk me inside.
I looked around the cabin. It was rustic but modern at the same time. Tony brought in our luggage, and I dropped my purse on the couch, then went to the kitchen. Then I went to the bedroom. It was large, with a king-sized bed, a sofa in the corner, and a TV mounted over the fireplace.
“Are you hungry?” Sebastian came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, nuzzling his face against my neck.
“I am, but I want to shower first.”
“Take a shower, and I’ll get some food started.”
I turned around and stared at him. “You’re cooking?” I asked.
“Yes, I can cook,” Sebastian said.
“Baby, you can barely boil water,” I teased, rolling my eyes at him.
“Well, you feed me, then.” He closed the space between us.
“Let me shower and check the kitchen out. Give me a few minutes.”
“Perfect. I have some calls to make.” Sebastian lifted my chin, pecked my lips, and patted me on the ass.
I went to the bathroom and turned the shower on. I removed my clothes and checked the cabinets for a face towel and shampoo. I hopped in the shower and let the water run down my face and hair as I picked up the strawberry soap and cleaned the day away.
30 minutes later, I strolled out and wrapped my hair in a towel. I dried off, and when I came out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, I saw clothes laid out for me. They were new with the tags still on—jeans, shirts, dresses, and boots. I slipped on a shirt and pajama pants, picked the brush out of the bag, and fixed my hair in a tight bun.
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