Mr. President:A Billionaire & Virgin Fake Fiance Romance(163)

The name rings a bell for me. "The porn king?" I ask.

He nods. "His dad was the porn king, but he met some girl and they run it like a business now."

"The guy who's making webcams come into the mainstream?" I ask Lance.  I'm a bit skeptical. "He's not going to want to film Lola Grace or  something, is he?"

Lance laughs. "Nah, but he'll probably be down to him us."

I give Lance a look. He looks at me and smiles and whatever withering  stare I may have tried vanishes. I love this man too much to even be  fake mad at him.

You know that feeling, hun? Where you're mad at your significant other  for being too cute to not let you be mad at them? Like you try to be mad  at you, but then they just smirk or smile, or touch you somewhere and  you stop being mad? And then you get mad that they were able to take  away your anger?

Let me just say that I'd rather be mad about this, than where I was one year ago. Right before the election.

We open the door to the apartment and walk in.

It's already furnished rather tastefully. I hired someone while we were  in Europe to make sure that the apartment was ready for us.

What? I would have loved to do it myself, but it's really hard when you  have to have sex three times a day and take care of a baby.

Although, hun, the sex part - I don't have to do it. It's just that my  body seems to want it that often, is all. Like I've been walking in a  desert, and now I finally have all the water I could drink.

Besides, the $10 million a month that Michael pays me as a settlement  lets me not have to worry about these things. Combined with Lance's  trust fund, I'd say we're doing pretty good. Considering where we were.

There's a knock at the door.

"That must be Michael," Lance thinks and I'm almost tempted to say speak of the devil.

It's funny. I want to stay mad at Lance, but I've already forgotten what  that's like. But Michael. I'm not mad at Michael. It's just a chill  that runs through me when I see him walk in the door.

He doesn't have the human feelings that are supposed to be in people. Something like that. No way else to explain any of this …

"Hello," Michael says walking in. "I just wanted to stop by, welcome you to my city, and visit my granddaughter."

Lance shakes his hand and I bite back the urge to tell him he's not  related to our little family in any way. I was never married to him. He  was never Lance's father. But I stop.

"She's beautiful," Michael says bending over and examining Lola Grace.

The baby looks up at Michael, in a few minutes she'll be crawling around  the apartment, exploring. But for now, she's content to stay bundled up  where she is.

Michael gets up and turns around.

He hands Lance an envelope.

"Come back to work for the company and the campaign son," he says to  him. "Here is everything I have, and I think I've met your conditions."

"The media hitting you that badly, huh?" Lance asks.

Michael shakes his head. "Not at all, actually," he says. "They've  embraced this whole breaking barriers thing I'm putting up at them.  Really taking the narrative of the first openly gay mayor to heart."

"Then why do you want me back?" Lance asks with suspicion.

Michael shrugs. "Well, considering that I have no need for a family,  having the two of you there associated with me can only help in the  polls," he says. He looks out the windows. "I mean, with the city the  way it is and problems always cropping up, you can never have too few  positives on your side of the table."

Lance looks at Michael for a second. There's a lot of history between those two men. A lot of anger. Pain. Hurt.

Finally he nods his head. "I can give you another chance," he says and Michael smiles.

The two shake hands. There's a moment.

Then Michael turns to me. He knows better than to take a step closer.

"Jocelyn," he says. "I've given Lance copies of everything I had on your father. He's free and no longer ever has to worry."

I nod. It's going to take time for me to trust Michael. But if Lance is willing to try, I can match.

Michael says his goodbyes after a while and I turn to Lance. He grabs me  in his arms, and the two of us walk to the floor to ceiling windows of  One57. Of our new home.

Our new life. Together.

Just the way I want it.





A Goodbye From Lance





Jocelyn really wanted to be the person that got to say goodbye to you.  But I got here first, and since it's only really one of us that talks to  you at a time, I guess this is my turn.

But no, really, I wanted to tell you how fucking awesome I think you are  for making it this far. Most novels are 40,000 to 50,000 words. If  you're reading this, babe, you've just digested 82,000 words of fucking  story. Actually, wait, that's pretty much what it was, wasn't it? A  story about fucking? Or a fucking story?

Whatever, listen, this is all I came to tell you and I wanted to tell  you a bit about the chick who wrote this because she doesn't usually  like doing things the normal way.

So her name is Alexis Angel and she usually has all this shit she puts  down about how she likes having fun and shit and whatever the fuck girls  talk about they like to buy, and Jocelyn even gave me a list of things  to say but I fucking forgot. It's not my fault. Jocelyn got these black  yoga pants from Lululemon and I was just staring at that ass. Wanted to  fucking bury my face in those fucking cheeks. And slap that ass while I  was rubbing my face in it. Got my cock so fucking hard I swear to God  its a fucking wonder I'm even sitting here talking to you instead of  fucking her right now. But I gotta do this first because Alexis took the  fucking time to write about us that Jocelyn won't forgive me if I  forget.

What am I even talking about? Oh, right. So, you can reach Alexis at  [email protected] if you want to email her about  anything. She loves all the normal shit that girls do, but I sometimes  think she's a fucking dirty girl too at heart. I mean, she made us  describe the sex we had in such fucking detail. Like, ‘where did you  move your hand after that? How hard did you squeeze her nipple? What did  it feel like when her tongue was at the tip of your cock? What about  when it was on your shaft?'         

     



 

I swear, it's like I should have fucking invited her with the two of us, she seems to know every fucking thing about our lives.

Anyways, Alexis is on Facebook right now where she's probably talking  about me. You can friend her on Facebook at  https://www.facebook.com/alexis.angel.754. But she's also got a page  where she took pictures of me and Jocelyn and put it on a cover. Her  page is at: https://www.facebook.com/author.alexisangel/.

Ok, so that's everything right? I forgot her fucking Twitter and shit,  and seriously, Jocelyn can't expect me to remember everything when she's  shaking her ass like that in my face. I swear to God.

I think I'm going to go fuck her now. It's been a couple of hours and  I'm fucking horny. Oh, you haven't read about our wedding in Europe,  have you? If you want to read about how we started, or the shit that you  didn't get to see - and trust me, you've seen more into my fucking life  than me at this point, I think - then you can do all that by signing up  for the Naughty Angels Newsletter, here.

But seriously, do whatever you got to do, just know that it was fucking  good having you. And I'm serious, if you had met me before Jocelyn, or  if you ask Alexis really nicely, I will totally come over and fuck you.  Yeah, you fucking read that right. I'll come over and rub my 12-inch  cock all over your tits before I suck on them and make you fucking sigh.  Then I'll eat your pussy till you fucking squeal. Then I'll stick my  cock inside of you till you pass the fuck out.

You just gotta either be part of her Naughty Angels or ask her on  Facebook. Don't believe me? You already saw my ass on the Prequel,  didn't you?

See you around.





Scandalous is over!





I hope you know that Scandalous was five minutes away from never being published.

I was afraid that it was a bit like cheating. But the readers convinced me to do it.



Next is a copy of Man Chaser by Alexis Angel.

And then finally a copy of Wicked Lil' Brat by Alexis Angel.

After that, I have two short stories.

The 6 Train, which is a short story by Mona Cox.

Followed by Bain Vacation, another short story.

Both are never before seen and brand new. They will never be published anywhere else separately.

Our goal in this is simple.

To entertain you as long as we can to give you the best experience with  the words that we hold so dear. Because while we may be in various  corners of the world, the fact that we are sharing these brings us  closer together we feel.

Thank you so much for reading!



xoxo



Alexis





Man Chaser: A Secret Baby Dark Romance





Man Chaser: A Secret Baby Dark Romance



She says she's a Man Chaser. Well … they call me a Woman Tamer. Let's see who wins, shall we?

Don't worry. You read that line above just right. I tame women. Show  them who's boss. One night with Ethan Kane and these 8-pack abs,  chiseled body and 12-inches of lust muscle hanging between my legs and  they'll do anything I damn well tell them to. So when Brittney tries to  infiltrate my company to steal from me...when I see her trying to seduce  me with her gorgeous curvy body and beautiful face...I know what I'm up  against. And I'm not worried. At all. She thinks she can just shake  that body and get me to roll over for her like a dog. She doesn't  realize that it's going to be her that ends up on her knees as I tell  her to beg. And when that happens, there's only one question left to ask  myself ... How badly does she need to be taught a lesson?