One Night Stand with Mr President

New Face, Same Identity

In a luxurious living room filled with opulence and grandeur, the furniture is made from the finest materials such as leather, mahogany, and marble. The walls are adorned with paintings by renowned artists, and the floor is covered in plush carpeting. Soft and inviting lighting fills the room, and the fireplace crackles with warm, welcoming flames.

A well-stocked wet bar offers the best spirits, and the air carries the scent of fine cigars. In short, the room is designed to impress and make its occupant feel like royalty. Two men sat facing each other, each holding a glass of the finest wine.

"Every piece of information has been changed," said a man with blonde hair, dressed in a black suit and shiny black dress shoes. He had a strong jawline and a square chin, giving him a rugged, handsome appearance. "I mean every photo on every document has been altered," he added, lifting his gaze to look at the second man, who remained silent, sitting in front of him and swallowing hard.

"Can't believe four good years have passed. Four good years of shutting myself away from the world," the other man finally said with a deep voice that resounded in the big living room., still gazing into space even though his words were directed at the blondie. He was dressed in a white polo and black pants. He had a strong jawline, piercing blue eyes, and a charming smile. He was the type of guy who turned heads when he walked into a room. Calling him beautiful wouldn't be an understatement as he looked like he just walked out of a painting.

"Everything is fine now Aiden. All has been settled, you only need to get back to work," said the blondie with a calm voice as he had now lifted up his head and his gaze directly fixed on the other man now identified as Aiden. "The doctor already assured that you're now completely fine since you took all his instructions during your healing process. You can now go back to your daily activities without any need to worry."

"I know Arthur, but it will take time for people to get used to my new face," Aiden said with a deep sigh as he stood up from the chair and began pacing back and forth. "I can already imagine their shocked expressions and the gossip that will follow. I myself am still trying to get used to my new appearance."

"Everything will be alright, and I can assure you there won't be any gossiping of any sort. You're still the president of Anderson Cosmetics, and no matter your new face, your name remains unchanged," said Arthur Williams, the Blondie." Why are you still dressed like this? I thought you would have been in a suit, ready to resume your position," Arthur continued.

Aiden walked back to his seat and sat down, heaving a deep sigh. "I must commend you, Arthur. Even though you're my personal assistant, you're also my best friend. You took care of the company while I was away, handling everything with proper care. You're not just a friend, you're a brother, Arthur," said Aiden with a warm, calm expression.

"Come on, man! Like you said, we're brothers and brothers are meant to look after each other," replied Arthur with a wide smile on his lips. "I'm so glad you made it. So happy to have you back in my life."

The two men's conversation was soon interrupted by an old lady, probably in her early fifties, as she entered the living room. She was dressed in a long, white, fluffy gown and had a white apron tied to her dress. Her long black hair with white strands was neatly packed into a bun.

"Breakfast is ready, young masters," said the old lady as she stood in front of the two gentlemen with a slight bow and a smile on her lips.

"See! Mrs. Wilson wouldn't stop feeding me. I'm gonna get obese at this rate, Arthur!" joked Aiden as the three burst into an outburst of laughter.

"It's only right I make sure you eat on time young master or old man Anderson wouldn't forgive me," Mrs Wilson said with a bright smile on her lips.

"We would be skipping breakfast today Mrs Wilson. We both have to get to the office," Arthur said with a bright smile and got up from the chair. Let's get you changed first buddy, he added as he pulled Aiden up, leading him into the room.

"But..," Mrs Wilson stuttered with a face full of worry unable to form a perfect word.

"Keep it for me Mrs Wilson. I'll have it when I get back home," Aiden said, while Mrs Wilson heaved a sigh of relief and nodded her head in agreement before making her way back to the kitchen.

In a bedroom with high, vaulted ceilings and a massive bed adorned with velvet and silk, the walls are adorned with intricate tapestries, and the floor is covered with thick, plush rugs. A large fireplace sits in one corner, filling the air with the scent of spices and frankincense. The windows are draped with heavy curtains in rich jewel tones, and the room is illuminated by bright light from ornate candelabras. It's a room fit for royalty, a place of luxury and grandeur.

Aiden stood in front of the dressing mirror, dressed in a black office suit and matching black office shoes that he had ordered from Channel the day before for his first day back at work. "How do I look?" Aiden asked, his gaze fixed on the mirror as he directed his question to Arthur, who was seated on the sofa beside the huge bed.

"You look perfect, we should go now," replied Arthur, already dressed in a white shirt and black suit, accompanied by black office shoes. His voice carried a sense of urgency.

"This new face isn't that bad after all," murmured Aiden to himself. "Let's go!" he said to Arthur, who stood up at once and followed him out of the room, through the living room, and finally out of the house.