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

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He still didn’t believe me but I was not going to waste my time with a drunk. I had big dreams and I was going to accomplish it. He could stay here and feel sorry for himself for as long as I cared but I was going to do something that would actually change our lives.

I left his house and started for my ex’s house. My ex boyfriend, a fuck boy who doesn’t care about anyone but himself.

It wasn’t hard to locate his place since he hadn’t parked out of his old neighborhood.

I barged into his apartment to see him in bed with two women.

“What the fuck dude?!” I yelled as they all woke up and stared at me with their eyes half closed.

Looking to the floor, I saw they had been doing drugs.

“I thought you said you stopped doing all of these,” I sighed, kicking the empty packets around.

The women got to their feet, wore their clothes and ran out of the house.

“Why are you here Delia?” he asked, laying back in bed. I could tell he was naked under the sheets. “Are you here to gloat over how you married the president and I’m not worth your time?”

“Nope,” I sighed. “I’m actually here to ask for your help.”

That had him laughing as he fell back in his bed.

“What is so funny?” I asked.

“You are asking for my help. Didn’t you say you’d rather die than ask me for anything?”

I couldn’t remember saying anything of that sort but knowing how angry I must have been when we broke up, I wouldn’t rule that as an impossible thing.

“Please, you’ve got to help me. It’s an emergency. My life is already being ruined right now.”

“Is this about your father?” he asked. “I read the news. So sorry about that but that’s not my problem. You’ll need to handle presidential business with presidential people. Last time I checked, I was a civilian. Don’t get me mixed up with your shit.”

He seemed to not want to help but he was the only one I could think of that would actually do what I wanted the way I wanted it done.

He was the perfect match for the job, that was why I was still standing before him.

“Please,” I sighed, giving him my best innocent face. “I can’t do anything without you right now. I really, really need your help.”

His figure gaze suddenly softened as he patted the bed close to him to which I joined, laying down over the sheets.

“Are you and the president having a little problem?” he asked. I could not lie since I needed his help. Besides, it wasn’t difficult to figure out I was in trouble with my marriage. After all, my husband had sex with another woman who already had children for him.

People could be able to put two and two together and figure out what needed to be done and said. It wasn’t that hard.

“Yes,” I sighed. “But that’s besides the point. I want to make him suffer.”

“He’s the president, how do you make a man that powerful to suffer?”

He was right, but there were ways to do this.

“There has to be something you can do.”

“Look, as much as I’d like to help you, I really can’t. I’m trying to stay away from trouble and this is not me staying away from trouble. This is me getting into more trouble than my body can handle. And besides, even if I wanted to help you, I don’t want to.”

“Oh come on,” I said, biting my lips. I had promised myself that I would not do anything dangerous with him but here I was, desperate for help from the man.

I got to my feet, tying my hair as I removed my shirt which had him raising his brows.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

I didn’t say anything as I stripped down to my pamties before crawling slowly to him. I felt his dick wobble beneath the sheets which was a very good indication that my seduction trick was working.

I was good with it anyway. I could use it to get any man I wanted but I needed someone who was the perfect blend for this job.

We fell into bed together, looking into each other’s eyes with no chance to leave for any reason.

“Hey, you know what, maybe after dealing with the president and that stupid Zendaya, I would return to you.”

“And what makes you think I’d want you back.”

That was a hurt I didn’t know would come. He didn’t know what he was letting up on but I would forgive his ignorance.

“I know you want all of this goodness,” I laughed as he stared at my body with lust. He was still not over me. His eyes never lied.

“Fine,” he sighed. “You caught me. I miss you and I’d love to have you back.”

“So… will you help me?”

“Yes I will,” he smiled evilly. “But how sure am I that you aren’t just using me?”

“I guess you’ll need to find out,” I said before kissing him.

I didn’t care if I was using him or not. I wanted to get what I wanted and that was my revenge against Zendaya and Asher.

“So, tell me what you need?” he asked me.

This was a tricky question. I just wanted them to pay. I didn’t care how. However, I could come clean with what I wanted.

“I just want them to pay for what they’ve done to me.”

“Yeah but how do we start?”

“I need information on Zendaya and the children. I need everything you can find on them. I need to know my enemies. I want to defeat them with knowledge. Can you do that for me?”

“Sure I can, sweetie,” he smiled before leaning in to give me a kiss.