Mommy, Is The President Our Daddy? The Ex-Wife’s Revenge

Travis’s POV

I ate the meal which had been provided for me by Jay while nodding my head. He had really outdone himself this time with this meal.

“This is good,” I smiled. “Now we’re talking. Why didn’t you get me this a long time ago? You made me waste my time screaming at you.”

The man stood before me with a bland look on his face.

“What are you waiting for? Do you need me to give you money for this? Because I won’t. You’ve fed me enough rubbish that I can’t see myself giving you anything more than a dollar for my tastebuds.”

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I looked around the room to find out we were alone. Somehow the room was bigger than before. I found some of the bags gone with most clothes taken out as well. There were no shoes and the wardrobe was empty.

I narrowed my eyes after noticing this.

“What’s going on?” I asked. “Where is everybody and where are your things?”

“Oh,” he chuckled, pointing behind him. “The guys have been uncomfortable sharing the room with you, they’re in the other rooms.”

“What do you mean?”

“They say you’re too loud and you can never be satiated.”

“They said that? Do I look poor like them? Of course I need more. I’m staying in this dump and I need more than this to make myself comfortable. Do they expect me to stay here without any way of living my best life?

“If I wasn’t being chased by the police I would have gone to the hotel or the beach house to have the best time of my life. I can’t believe I have to share the same breathing space as those losers.”

“Don’t you think you’re a bit too harsh?” I felt a bitter tone in his voice. I looked up at him with a laugh.

“You agree with them, don’t you?”

“I wouldn’t agree with them if you were a bit empathetic towards us. I almost died the last time when I went out with you for that mission. I’ve been busting my ass scraping what I’ve got in the kitchen to give you food but you still don’t appreciate it.

“I’ve been using my savings to give you food that you want from most of these food outlets. I don’t even know what you want from me. It’s kind of degrading the way you talk to me in front of my men.”

“Your men aren’t here now and you still talk with freedom. Besides, what’s with all this speech?

“I just thanked you for being such a good sport and getting me better food than you usually get but instead of taking it like a good boy, you’re here trying to guilt trip me for not liking that trash of a meal you usually get for me.”

“That trash of a meal is my mothers recipe!” he yelled in anger.

“I barely care about your mother, why would I care about your feelings being hurt by her terrible cooking,” I said indifferently.

“You…” he growled.

“Leave the room,” I said. “When I need something I will call you for it.”

The man stood there staring at me with rage before walking out of the room.

I couldn’t care less if he was mad at me for not liking his mothers cooking. It was terrible and I would be a hypocrite if I didn’t tell it to his face straight.

I started to think of how I would not be in this terrible situation if those bastards had given me what I wanted.

Zendaya had escalated this quickly and here I was running away from the cops as a wanted fugitive.

Asher had also taken this to a federal level as the president. How could he do this to me? I was going to kill him if I had the chance to meet him face to face.

I should have killed his children when I had the chance, instead I held back and now I was paying for my sins.

Suddenly I noticed how quiet the entire place was. There was no sound in the hallway and I was sure if a pin was to drop on the ground in the other room, I would hear it.

I shrugged as I wondered if one of the men was in the next room sleeping since it was quiet.

A rapt bang on the door broke through the silence as I shuddered to life.

“One of you should get the door,” I said in the direction of the next room but there was no reply.

I waited for a while as the bang came again, getting me to my feet.

Creeping to the door to know who it was, I looked through the hole in the wall to see that it was the police.

Shit! I had been made.

I suddenly knew this had been a trap. I had been betrayed by Jay and his men.

I decided to use the fire escape as that was my only way of escape.

I ran to the edge of the window to see that it was free.

Climbing over, I jumped down on the fire escape as I ran down to the ground, about running away from the building.

“Freeze!” an officer jumped around the corner as I ran back to see more of them with guns. I had been caught.

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Zendaya’s POV

The man walked towards me as he came into the light causing me to wince at him.

He was an old man and wasn’t as dangerous as I had first thought.

“Sorry to scare you. I am the father of the First Lady.”

He must be Delia’s father, I thought. The father-in-law to Asher.

“Asher isn’t here,” I said. “You can leave now.”

But the man shook his head and laughed.

“I’m not here for Asher,” he said with a devious smile. “I’m here for you.”