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

Asher’s POV

I awoke to see that she had gone and this didn’t please me one bit. I had thought she would stay with me even if it was for a while until I had woken up.

I picked up my phone to call her numerous times until she picked it up.

“Hey, you didn’t wait for me to wake up,” I sighed. “I’m missing you right now. Why did you leave?”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” she whispered.

“Zen?”

“Can you stop?!” she yelled at me, getting me by surprise? I had not expected that from her. “I’m sorry,” she apologized. “Work called and I had to be there.”

“It’s fine. Last night was beautiful and I had no idea you were sweeter than before. I loved every minute with you. We’ll meet up soon?”

“Yeah, sure,” she said.

“I’d want to have a day with you and the children.”

“Asher… I don’t think that’s a good idea right now.”

“Then when is the good time for it?”

“How about tomorrow when we’ve actually planned something out? We can’t do anything now.”

“Yeah, I understand.”

I got to my feet as she dropped the call. She was acting strange to me. Last night was a wonderful night for me.

I remembered sliding in and out of her and it made me look down at the erection I had. Just thinking about how we had violated each other made me smile.

All the styles we had used, the places we had done it.

I walked to the table by the window to see a wet mark there. Touching it with my finger, I took it to my nose to sniff. It smelled like her. Her insides had made me go crazy that night.

I wanted more of her. I wanted to do this again with her and I never wanted to stop.

If there was a way to keep her by my side forever so I would have this mind blowing sex over and over again, I would do it.

I entered the bathroom to wash up, emerging to change into my new outfit before leaving the apartment.

As I drove through the empty street, I could not stop thinking about what I could do for the children.

I wanted them to be on my side even if it was for a second. I loved them and I wanted to start acting like a father towards them.

That way they would start seeing me as their father and not a random stranger.

I had no idea how I was going to apologize to them for not being there for them while they grew up. While they were born I had been absent. I had to apologize for that.

I started to bring up suggestions but they didn’t seem like they would work.

I felt hurt thinking of how they had ignored me in previous times.This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

Maybe I could tell Zendaya to help me talk to them. What better way than to have the mother beg the children to accept me as their father.

I internally promised myself that if I finally got into their lives I would never let them go. I would stay with them and be by their side until the end of time.

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Zendaya’s POV

I slept for a bit, woke up an hour later to get ready for work.

I went to the bathroom to shower as I thought of the sex I and Asher had done. It was sweet. I wasn’t going to deny it, but I knew it was wrong.

We had fucked on the couch and he had handled me in way I didn’t know he could handle me.

We had gone multiple rounds like we were pornstars and I liked it.

My head hurt from how he had dragged it while hitting me from behind. I had felt him going deeper and deeper while my insides smushed together under the influence of his dick.

I was supposed to not be swayed by him at all. I was supposed to have my mind set on the prize but how could I when he was that good. When he had handled me like his personal prostitute, how could I leave him?

Travis never handled me like that. He was all about treating me like a gentleman. Sometimes I just wanted to be put in my place and manhandled.

Sometimes I wanted him to show me that he was the man of the house and that was what Asher had done to me.

He had destroyed my insides, making me rethink my whole plans. I wanted to have more sex with him. I wanted him to keep railing me however he wanted.

My pussy flooded just thinking about him and I didn’t know if it was the shower or my insides producing the liquid.

I walked out of the shower and dressed up to go to work.

When I reached the door, I stopped as I decided to work from home since I was tired.

I changed back into pajamas as I got my laptop out with my files, headed for the dining table to sit and work.

I worked for some time before leaning back in my chair. I stared at the children who were watching the television and studied them for a while.

I had missed playing with them or talking with them for a while. I got up from my seat, joining them in the living room as we played for a bit.

When we were done, I fell on my back staring at the ceiling until I decided to tell them what was in my mind.

“I’m taking you guys somewhere this evening,” I said as they stared at me. “Do you guys want to come?”

“Yeah!” they all yelled.

“Where are we going?” Layla asked.

“We are going to meet your father.”

I watched their faces flood with horror as I instantly knew they couldn’t care less if he was dead or alive.