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

Asher’s POV

I escorted her out of the house as I demanded to know what the problem was. She was acting strange even after I had done everything to make the environment conducive for her.

“Wait,” I pleaded. “Just tell me what I did wrong.”

She didn’t say anything as she walked to the living room.

I walked ahead of her grabbing her arm as I pulled her to the wall, pinning her against it.

At first she struggled against me but soon enough she became calm as I slowly let her go.

“Tell me what the problem is, zen?” I asked, searching her eyes for answers. “Please, I need to know. For god’s sake I am trying here. I have apologized, I have made calls, I am doing everything I can to be back in your life and to tell you that I’m not the same man you used to know.

“That I’m different. I don’t know what else to do to make you see that I’m not lying to you. Even after seeing the kids I still want you to know that I want you in it. I don’t just want the kids, I want you to be with me.”

She sighed looking away. “I don’t want the children to be taken away from me by you.”

That was her fear. A fear I was sure would not come to life and I was prepared to calm her raging spirit with a reassurance that I would not do that.

“I love the children and I want to be there for them and you as well. I just don’t want you to estrange them from me.”

She gazed into my eyes before leaning in as we made out passionately.

We fondled each other, kissing like our life depended on it before I pulled back.

“What is it?” she asked in surprise.

“Stay the night,” I asked with a whisper.

I could see the conflicting emotions in her eyes and when she finally nodded in agreement I was over the moon.

I kissed her again and carried her up as we got to the living room, tearing our clothes from our bodies.

We rolled around like animals, longing for one another.

The weeks of sexual tension finally coming to an end as I wanted her and she wanted me. I sucked her neck, hearing the moan escape her lips which turned me on even more as I hit her nether region with my bulge.

She gasped, holding on to me as I dug a finger into her, watching her eyes roll back.Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

This was the moment I was waiting for. Before she could moan I stuck my tongue into her open mouth, while digging deeper into her with my fingers, increasing from one to two.

I felt her juices pour out, notifying me that it was time to get in.

There and then on the red carpet, I had sex with her and it was the best sex I had had in years.

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Zendaya’s POV

The next morning, I woke up in the bedroom in Asher’s arms while recalling the events of last night.

I sighed after the images started to rush back in. I couldn’t believe we had finally had sex. It was unlike anything I had ever felt.

I instantly felt choked as I realized that I still loved him and I still had feelings for the man.

This was bad, I thought to myself. This was really bad seeing as I was supposed to have him as my enemy.

What are you doing Zendaya? I thought to myself. Sleeping with the enemy was something I had not thought I would do. This was a bad thing to do. I was supposed to hate him. What was I doing in his arms?

I beat myself for succumbing to his hot body and his wonderful charms. His personality which was different from the past and his good looks which were irresistible to say the least.

This was a horrible thing to do and I hated him for luring me in.

He was a monster in my books. He had no right to do this to me.

I was now becoming hesitant about my plans to destroy him. I had everything I needed to destroy him and it would only take the push of a button to end his entire career.

He would lose everything. His presidential job, his family, his career, his future ambitions, his respect, everything. But I could not do it to this man who had once again captured my heart.

I could see that I had fallen in love with him.

Everything to destroy him was already gathered in my laptop.

As he stirred in his sleep I got up slowly and carefully picked out the item I had gotten to use and get his fingerprints. I got it from my purse and I dropped the item and the result back in.

I was supposed to feel happy and victorious that I had gotten him where I wanted him but instead I felt bad. A layer of guilt and tension weighed me down as I dressed up and walked to the door.

I turned back to see him still snoring softly on the bed, remembering when we used to sleep together.

I found that I actually missed him. He might have changed on the inside but on the outside he was still sexy and he was still who he was. He still snored when he slept and sometimes he would stir and gruff occasionally.

I smiled, walking out of the room to see the dining table filled with the plates from yesterday.

Walking briskly with my eyes on the prize, I decided that I was not going to feel any guilt about my actions.

It didn’t matter anymore. I had to focus on what I had to do. The mission was still very important to me.

I entered the car and waited for a while, thinking of what had happened back there with a sad face.