The President's Mistress

I  first caught a close glimpse of him during my commissioning. He was definitely the most sinful and gorgeous male species on two legs I have ever seen. Many call him the president of our great nation. But I call him my lover, daddy if you wish. It was an instant primal connection when our gazes locked. Something neither of us could fight. But I didn't expect it to evolve into something deeper and more meaningful. 

I, the girl who never beds the same mine twice, fell deeply and insanely for the president of our great nation, Charles Carter. If only someone had warned me of him...