Seducing The President

XAVIER'S POV~~

I saw her squeezing her eyes shut as she trembled violently like a fallen leaf. I couldn't possibly move away from her painted lips but the fingermarks bothered my mind a lot. I couldn't even figure out a reasonable answer to feel so much bothered about her within a day.

Do I even know her? Absolutely no!

She had been working under me just for a day and I seemed to talk with her only few times. I speculated her long eyelashes that were quivering like a fallen stream as my soft smile escaped through my lips. Did I just smile? Hell no! I should just restraint myself. What was I going to do?

My eyes drooped down on her inviting lips once again as I felt my throat drying. The way, her tongue bite down her bottom lips, it only gave me the urge to seize a little bit taste of her ruby lips but I couldn't do it.

I am a gentleman and the idol of this whole nation. I can't take advantage of my newly appointed secretary. Can I?

I warned myself thousand times while stealing the fresh fragrance of her shampooed hairs that was filling up my nostrils gently.

Gulping down my own saliva, I finally pressed the ointment on her cheeks as her body jolted rapidly before calming down exhaling a restless sigh. I could tell that she was having weird thoughts about us but nothing was gonna happen.

Xavier Gray never knows to steal other people's thing, sweety!

It took a bit moment to slow down my unstoppable heartbeat before I turned on my professional mood paying back my full attention on her remark.

She hissed at my light touches scrunching in pain as I tried my best not to glimpse at her perverted lips anymore. After a while, I quickly separated myself from her alluring body and spoke somehow in a weird tone,

"

Go downstairs. I'm coming in a while."

She blinked abruptly before giving me a slight nod and flew away clutching her staffs as if one moment spending here would cost her life.

An unexpected smile left through my lips as I saw her frightening back striding downstairs hastily.

Interesting!

IRIS'S POV~~

After coming downstairs, I saw the dinning table full of various luxurious breakfasts that left with awe statement.

Holy Shit! Is he going to devour everything?

As he climbed down wearing his navy blue suit and took his kingly spot middle on the table, I stood far away and waited for him to be finished soon. I tried to avert my eyes somewhere else from the inviting table.But my stomach betrayed my thought as I occasionally glanced at those delicious breakfasts that could bring saliva in anyone's tongue. Moreover I had only breads in the morning. Despite being left with awkwardness, the president didn't pay any attention on my way and started tasting each dishes slowly. Even his movements were so flawless that I admired his activity involuntarily. Can a man be so perfect?

My dropping eyes jerked off at the voice of a middle aged woman calling me out gently,

"Miss, join him in breakfast."

I looked up and found a woman at her forties nearly standing at the kitchen door wearing a white apron and suggesting me with a warm friendly smile. I denied respectively, "No, I'm fine.I had my breakfast already."

"Sit Down", another magnetic voice interrupted us before completing my words as I glanced at the way of the tone. Mr President ordered biting on his jellybean bread gently as he threw a questioning gaze on

me.

I still preferred to deny the order thus I parted my lips,

"No.I really had.."

"I don't want you drooling over my food. So let it be and join me.", his overbearing tone cutt off my words as I became speechless.

Such a narcissistic! Was he paying attention to myself all the time? Couldn't he offer it nicely?

I cursed inwardly and walked slowly towards the table fuming in rage. Pulling out a chair at the opposite of him, I plopped down with a thud in my rage. I was never been a cool girl who could endure any slight humiliation silently. Thus my bottom lips was turning pale at the hard torture of my teeth because of the immense anger that I was feeling inside.

The middle aged woman walked towards me putting a soft smile as she served me another plateful breakfast. His magnetic voice echoed sarcastically without any laughter,

"Be careful! Do not eat your lips, eat the breakfast fast. I can't waste my precious time for you."

Before my anger could erupt out, another threatening tone stopped him,

"Xavier, shut your mouth. She is our guest, let her finish the breakfast peacefully."

I looked up at the middle aged woman bewildering as she scolded the president with so much authority. Unexpectedly, Mr President stopped his filthy mouth at her interference and paid attention to his breakfast instead.

Thus I assumed that this woman wasn't only a maid to him but held a great position in the house. I smiled at her greatfully and started eating the breakfast without looking at him.

The breakfast went quite without hearing his filthy words as I thanked the lady once again with gratitude. When I was drinking the juice, halfway the president got up from his chair and started heading outside without any prior warning.

Thus I could only leave my juice halfway before trailing him off from behind quickly. I couldn't even say bye to the lady who only shook her head helplessly at his outrageous attitude.

Well, I'm dumbstruck too. Why is he so unreasonable each time?

As we stepped outside, I saw the guards benting down their heads respectively whereas he made his way towards the car that was parked at the entrance. His majestic aura was not less than a king who made his appearance in the public. My poor soul was panting heavenly as I had to run behind him desperately just after having so much food.

As we both arrived at the main gate, I saw the black RV with the flag of this state was already waiting for him. One of the guard quickly scooped down before pulling out the cardoor respectively for him. I stood there awkwardly unsure about where to sit.

But reminding his warning of keeping safe distance, I decided to pull out the front door before hopping into it cautiously. He made no sound at my appearance thus I predicted that I didn't make any mistake this time.

As I started to folding the seat belts, my eyes caught the cold oceanic glare of him through the mirror.

I blinked awkwardly not getting any damn idea of his anger and decided to avoid him completely. Thus I diverted my eyes from him and watched outside as the RV started moving forward slowly followed by eight Maybachs, forming a barrier to protect our car so that no surrounding vehicles could approach near us.

I kept eyes glued outside blankly as I felt the air inside our car was stiff. The driver himself held the same cold face as his boss thus I was only one there left with boredom. Jeez, how frustrating is that! There was no music nor did any talk which could kill enough anyone by suffocating!

The ride was destined to be silent as my mind sometimes saw the person in the back through the rear view. He held the same aloof expression not changing a bit leaning against the backseat as his hands tapped the laptop profoundly. His eyes were too focused as the screen vaguely reflected on his blue eyes.

Much to my surprise, he suddenly looked up at my disobedient eyes through the mirror as his eyes met mine that had widened in astonishment. I quickly shifted my eyes holding the breath in my lungs as if I had committed a grief sin.

All the while, I didn't even dare to lift my gaze anymore and watched the passing scenario slowly.

Around twenty minutes later, our car had reached the presidential house but was stuck into the sudden crowd few metres away from the entrance. I tried to peek out of curiosity but the driver quickly closed off the mirrors because of security.

Finally I heard his tone asking coldly,

"What is happening, here?" ☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐