One Night Stand With My Father-In-Law

CHAPTER 2.

CHAPTER 2

Taylor's POV.

I could feel my heart racing against my rib cage as I descended the stairs. Nervously, I chewed on my fingernails, feeling the uneven edges against my teeth. My mouth went dry, and the taste of anxiety lingered on my tongue as I kept moving.

Dressed in a custom-made blue Burberry gown, I made my way down the stairs to meet my mom outside the Blackwell Mansion. With each passing minute, I wanted to say no, but what was the point...

"Oh, sweetie, you look ravishing," she smiled as she wound down the car window."Hop in, we're already running late. They take punctuality too seriously."

I didn't bother forcing a smile. She knew it wouldn't be genuine. I simply got into the car, and we zoomed off immediately. I found myself constantly checking and rechecking my watch, as if I had an important appointment. I was just too nervous about what kind of man he was, how he looked, what he did, and even his name……………. Mason.

The thought made me gulp.

I was a bundle of nerves and excitement, eager to know everything about him. I couldn't help but wonder what he looked like. Did he resemble the man in my fantasies? My eyes widened with anticipation, and my pulse quickened. I couldn't stop lightly bouncing on my feet, trying to contain my excitement at the thought of it.

As we stepped out of the car into a grand and sprawling compound adorned with flowers and guards stationed everywhere, the taste of anticipation lingered on my tongue. It was a mixture of nerves and exhilaration, as excitement bubbled within me like a shaken soda ready to burst with effervescence. Yes, I was excited to see my future husband. I couldn't help but notice the opulence of the mansion. It was far grander than the Blackwell Mansion. I swallowed slowly, realizing why my mother needed them... They were obscenely richer than she was.

"Don't make a scene," she scolded me with raised eyebrows, making her way inside and I trailed after her.

Upon entering the dining area, a man in a black outfit rushed toward my mother. "Oh, Mrs. Blackwell, thanks for coming... I thought you wouldn't make it," he said with a wide grin as they exchanged cheek kisses. Then, my mom turned to me. "Taylor," she called out, her eyes crinkling with a radiant smile. "This is Mason..."

He lunged forward to hug me, his eyes sparkling with pure happiness. He stood tall, chest puffed out, exuding confidence and joy. But there was a cold, authoritative voice that captured my attention instead.

"We've been waiting all day!"said the voice and I slowly raised my head, and the world seemed to stop. It felt as if the world had shifted its axis, and surprise struck me like a lightning bolt when I saw him…..…President Williams Martinez!

My jaw dropped to the floor as I blinked rapidly, still hugging Mason. I couldn't help it; I couldn't tear my eyes away from him. But thankfully, the sound of someone's voice echoed through the room, breaking the silence and forcing me to avert my gaze. When I looked back at him, I saw a mix of longing and surprise in his eyes. He couldn't tear his eyes away from me either.

What was he doing here?

"Oh, s**t," I muttered under my breath. How silly of me to question why the president would be in a house in his country,under his governance. Seeing him again ignited a hidden part of me I never knew existed. This was the kind of happiness I had always yearned for, and I didn't want it to fade away. Watching his Adam's apple bob up and down as he stared at me, I couldn't help but feel like everything was falling into place. Maybe this is what true happiness feels like. Stealing glances at him from the corners of my eyes, my heart felt light, as if it were dancing inside my chest.

His presence seemed to melt my entire body, as if I were floating on a cloud. I couldn't stop myself from giggling, feeling a playful energy bubbling inside me. His scent enveloped me, a hearty combination of familiarity and comfort, the same scent that had embraced me in his arms a decade ago... that feeling hadn't disappeared. Not now, as he stood alluringly tall in front of me.

"Mrs. Mia," a woman clad in a beautiful, hand-crafted cotton fabric tiptoed across the room in her heels to greet my mom, giving her a warm hug. "Oh, Ms. First Lady," my mom replied, returning the embrace. Meanwhile, I couldn't help but keep my gaze fixed on the woman.

He had a wife? Well, I knew he did. It was one of the reasons I kept my feelings to myself ten years ago, and one of the reasons I tried to run away two years ago when he became president.

"Oh, Taylor, you looked so beautiful in that dress," the First Lady exclaimed with a grin. "I heard you traveled to many continents during your vacation tour.How was it?"

I almost choked on my words. It wasn't just a tour; I was running away, trying to avoid ruining her marriage.

"It was good," I forced a smile.

"Let's eat; the food is getting cold," the President's voice came calmly, but anything from his mouth was an order. We all quickly joined him at the table, and surprisingly, I found myself seated closest to him.

"So, how have you been, Mr. President?" My mom started, raising her gaze to him. "I'm sorry I couldn't attend your inaugural ball. My sincere apologies..."

He cleared his throat, not bothering to raise his gaze to my mom. His eyes were fixed on my food as I fumbled with the cutlery, making me even more nervous.

"It's fine, Mrs. Mia. Now we are in-laws. Having your daughter marry my son is enough to cleanse you," he uttered jokingly, and the whole place erupted in laughter, except for the two of us who weren't laughing, but stealing glances at each other from the corners of our eyes.

"So, Taylor, when you become a member of the Martinez family, you should come back to the White House. Your position is still vacant," the First Lady suggested, snapping me out of the dirty thoughts that were creeping into my mind. I forced a smile, pretending like I had heard what she said.

"Was she at the White House?" He asked his wife, pretending as if he had no knowledge of my presence there. Days after I resigned, my colleagues told me how he had personally come looking for me, but now he was lying? I swallowed hard, trying to compose myself.

"Excuse me," I said, standing up from my chair. I couldn't stand it anymore. My whole body was trembling, and I couldn't focus. I needed a break from all of this. How on earth was I getting married to his son?