The President's Prized Possession

Chapter 5

EP5: The President's Prized Possession

Andre had never thought of crossing the line with Evelyn before, probably because she was his secretary.

"We can still work together just like before. I’m your secretary, and you’re my boss. Nothing between us has to change."

“And if you get pregnant, your colleagues will ask who the father is.”

“Don’t worry about it, Mr. President. I’ll take care of everything.”

“But you'll be embarrassed if everyone knows you're pregnant without a husband.”

She forced a smile, though her heart was aching, nearly breaking.

“I can handle it. You just need to make me... pregnant... that’s all...”

Andre was silent for a moment before finally asking,

“Are you sure, Evelyn?”

“I'm... sure.”

She noticed the president sigh, as if weighing his options, prompting her to quickly persuade him to agree to what was about to happen.

“Don't think too much about it, Mr. President. I get one million dollars, and you get the child you want. We don't owe each other anything.”

The young man stood up while she stepped back two steps.

“But I want you to think carefully first, Evelyn, because I'm angry with you for wasting my time and that woman canceling the appointment. But I'm not going to fire you, so you don't need to use this method to calm my anger.”

She looked up at him and forced a smile for the man she had fallen in love with.

“I want one million dollars, sir.”

One of his thick eyebrows raised before he let out a slight smile at the corner of his mouth.

“Just money?”

It's not just money...

But she just wanted the chance to lie beneath the man she had secretly loved for years, just once.

“Yes.”

“Okay.”

Since his plain little secretary had stubbornly insisted—over and over—that she wanted to be the one to carry his child herself, he no longer saw any reason to push her away.

“Thank you, Mr. President.”

He smiled at Evelyn as he moved towards the chair where his clothes were draped.

“You just let me know when you're ready to start being a surrogate for me.”

“Tonight, Mr. President.”

The person reaching for the shirt to put it on paused and turned to look at the speaker.

Without her thick glasses, her face appeared soft and pleasant, and her blushing cheeks were equally charming.

The young man let his gaze drift down to her full lips, lingering for the first time, and found that Evelyn's red, luscious lips were quite plump.

“I think you’re saying this because you’re drunk. Let’s wait until you’re sober, and then we’ll talk.”

“No, I'm not drunk... let's do it tonight, Mr. President...”

Where did she find the courage to step so close to Andre without embarrassment? Andre was genuinely surprised.

“You're acting like we're negotiating a business deal, Evelyn.”

"Well... isn't this a kind of work? I messed up, so I have to take responsibility myself. As for you, Mr. President, you're just paying me..."

She spoke as if she felt nothing, even though her heart was pounding so hard it was about to jump out of her chest.

"You're correct."

"So, we'll... do it tonight, and tomorrow we'll act as if nothing happened, okay?"

"Are you sure you can do that?"

"I'm sure. Don't forget how efficient I am as a secretary. I've never made a mistake before."

"Except for tonight."

He added, making her nod in agreement without any choice.

Andre locked eyes with Evelyn's big round eyes before he decided to speak.

"Then I think you should take a shower first. I can't stand the smell of cigarette smoke in your hair."

She stepped back and forced a smile at her young boss.

Her heart was racing erratically because she knew what was about to happen.

"Alright... alright, Mr. President."

He gave a slight smile before stepping back to the wide bed and sprawling on it.

She couldn't help but imagine what was about to happen on the bed in front of her.

Andre would kiss her. He would caress her body, run his tongue along her skin, suck and lick her breasts, devour her pink n*****s, and then maybe... maybe lick down to her stomach and lower to her heated womanhood.

And lick...

Oh...

She was burning up, clenching her dampness repeatedly, while the erotic images in her head kept surfacing relentlessly.

If he licked her there and then inserted his fingers, moving them in and out until she trembled, she would explode and plead for something from him.

What would his manhood be like? Would it be big, long, and hard like she had imagined? Judging from his body, she guessed that André must have a large and aggressive-looking p***s.

The young woman's face burned with heat — and it wasn’t just her face that felt as if someone had lit a fire under it. That heat rushed through her entire body and settled intensely between her thighs.

The moisture from her womanhood seeped out, and she felt a s****l hunger she had never experienced before.

"I... I need to go shower first."

She had to hurry into the bathroom before she lost control and jumped on Andre on the bed.

"Are you sure you're not a virgin?"

She paused her steps before quickly putting on a face and lying to him.

"How could I be a virgin when I often sneak out to party at night?"

"Really? I never knew. I thought tonight was the first time I knew you went out at night."

"Well, looking at me, you can tell I enjoy having fun. Just last week, I brought a foreign guy to stay at my condo."

He looked disbelieving, so she had to continue fabricating her story.

"If you don't believe me, Mr. President, you can ask the security at my condo how often I bring guys back to my room."

Damn, why does he feel irritated just because he knows the truth about Evelyn?

He should be relieved that she's not a virgin; it would make things simpler.

“I believe you.”

She forced a sweet smile for the handsome president and prayed he wouldn't become suspicious again.

"Excuse me... I need to go now."

He nodded in response before speaking in a cold tone.

“Clean yourself thoroughly, Evelyn, because even though I don't sleep with virgins, I don't like the scent of another man on the body of a woman I'm about to have a relationship with, even if it's just for one night.”

She was hurt to the point of tears, but still managed to keep her voice cheerful, deserving of applause.

“Understood, Mr. President.”

Evelyn turned to smile at the president she both loved and adored before quickly disappearing into the luxurious bathroom.

Andre let out a heavy sigh, puzzled by his own irritation.