One Night Stand With My Father-In-Law

CHAPTER 3.

CHAPTER 3

Taylor's POV.

I wanted to lean in closer, to let our lips meet while his hand slowly caressed down my thighs. The desire for him was overwhelming, just looking at him was enough to ignite a fire within me. He had a hold on me that I couldn't deny.

"Splash!" I splashed water over my face, trying to snap out of this dream as quickly as possible. I couldn't afford to dwell on the past, on that mistake we both needed to move beyond in order to live normal lives. But why did it have to be his son that fate had chosen for me to marry? There seemed to be no escape from him. If I went through with the marriage, I would have to flee just as I did when he won the elections. But what if Mason never agree?

I washed my face, trying to clear my mind as a whirlwind of thoughts consumed me. Sitting next to him was unbearable, my thighs heating up with a mere glance at his oval-shaped face. I closed my eyes briefly, hoping to regain composure. I couldn't wait for this dinner to be over. I looked at myself in the mirror, and a sigh of regret escaped my lips.

I had washed away all my makeup, unknowingly, because my entire body tensed up in the presence of one man. One man I knew it was nearly impossible to be with, one man whose secret the White House would condemn, and society wouldn't accept. Yet, every day I woke up, my mind filled with fantasies of him.

There was no room for us. He was the President of the United States of America, the head of the White House, while I was just a normal girl who wouldn't even bear her family name. It was no surprise that he pretended not to know me.

I splashed water over my face, trying to drown out the loud roar of laughter coming from the dining room. I didn't care about their conversation. I just needed some fresh air, a place where I could escape his intense gaze and stop feeling so uneasy. Slowly raising my head back to the mirror, his voice suddenly echoed in the room.

"You'll always look beautiful, even without makeup on."

His voice remained unchanged, like a perfect red wine, sending cold chills down my spine. As I turned, I saw his reflection behind me. The moment I laid eyes on him, time seemed to slow down. He possessed an undeniable magnetism that drew my attention. Standing tall and confident, he exuded a commanding presence that demanded respect. His chiseled features were a perfect blend of strength and refinement, with a strong jawline that hinted at his determination. His deep, piercing eyes held a spark of intelligence and intensity, captivating anyone who dared to meet his gaze. They were the color of a stormy sea, alternating between shades of blue and gray, reflecting his complex emotions.

His dark, tousled hair added an air of rugged charm, as if he had just emerged from a wild adventure. It framed his face with nonchalant elegance, effortlessly enhancing his striking features. A well-groomed beard and a hint of stubble adorned his jaw, accentuating his masculine allure.

His physique was sculpted to perfection, boasting broad shoulders and a toned body that spoke of strength and athleticism. Every movement he made seemed calculated and graceful, akin to a predator moving with precise grace.

Dressed in a tailored suit that hugged his frame, he exuded sophistication and power, leaving no doubt about his status. His style seamlessly blended classic and contemporary elements, reflecting his confidence and impeccable taste.

A lump formed in my throat as I hummed, blinking rapidly at his unexpected presence. What in God's name was he doing here? Was he trailing me? aware of the caliber of people waiting outside.

"Why did you run away all this time?" he asked, closing the distance between us. His hands found their way to my cheeks, his touch soothing and calming. A fluttering sensation surged through me, as if my heart skipped a beat in response to his touch.

I couldn't bring myself to raise my gaze to him, knowing that meeting his eyes would surely make me melt.

"I searched for you all over my country, little did I know my little cutie pie had fled to Africa," he said, his tone mocking my perceived cowardice.

The scent of his cologne filled the air, triggering memories of that night I yearned to recreate. In that moment, I wanted nothing more than to grab him by the collar, passionately kiss those ravishing lips, and eagerly explore what lay beneath his clothes.

"Taylor..." His voice, cold and commanding, snapped me out of my thoughts. Slowly, but cautiously, he lifted my chin, guiding my gaze to meet his eyes. I locked eyes with him, allowing him to see the affection in mine. As he did, a warm and gentle smile spread across his face as he caressed my cheeks tenderly, his touch sending goosebumps dancing across my skin.

"I'm glad we found our way back to each other," he said, his voice filled with delight. I almost gasped. What on earth was he doing? I was soon to be his son's wife, and here we were, finding joy in something that should have never happened in the first place.

"I'll soon be your son's wife," I managed to say, even though the pain gnawed at my soul as the words left my mouth.

"You're mine and mine alone, Tay," he declared, pulling me into his embrace. His hand wrapped around my body possessively, as if he had found something so dear to him, something precious he had lost. It only served to deepen my confusion, and I forcefully pulled out of his arms.

"Mr. President!" I gulped, trying to gather my thoughts. "You have a wife, and we both know..." Before I could finish my sentence, his lips met mine. It was a moment I wanted to hold onto for a lifetime. The kiss was ravishing, filled with sweetness and a delightful blend of passion and tenderness.

"Come, if only you still want me," he said, his voice cold and commanding, as he handed me a piece of paper before abruptly leaving.

I quickly unfolded the paper, my brows furrowing as I strained to read its contents. It simply read: Bisque Hotels... 8:00 PM.

A thousand tiny needles seemed to prick at my skin, and my mouth went dry. The taste of anxiety lingered on my tongue as I contemplated the situation. I couldn't continue down this path anymore. It would only end up destroying both of us…….

This feeling is forbidden.