ERIC'S POV
“What is it, Stark?” Hilton drawls over his cigar as I step into his luxury suite.
I glance at the n***d ladies lying beside him, one raking her fingers through his grey chest hair. I rub my nose, doing my best not to vomit.
What a president you have, America.
“I need to speak with you. It’s important,” I say, and he chuckles.
“I thought you were intelligent, Stark. Why else would you be here if it isn’t important? Cut to the chase, or get out of my suite.”
I clench my fist around the handle of my briefcase.
I look at the ladies, still caressing his body. “It’s private. I need to speak with you alone.”
“I swear, if it isn’t something important, I’ll blow your head off,” he warns, then looks at the ladies. “Okay, now you two, get out of here.”
“But President, we aren’t d
