The Hot Mr. President

At the sight of her, the President couldn't hold himself back. The glass fell freely from his hand, and shattered.

Audrey gasped, and ran to him, “Daddy, are you okay?”

Feigning a smile, and trying not to glance at Valerie, who was already feeling uneasy. Her cheeks had already gone pink as she blushed. “Was he mesmerized by my beauty?”

“Yes, baby. Where have you been? Where did you go?” The President patted her hair, and walked upstairs, holding her pinky finger. He wouldn't dare steal a glance at Valerie again, probably because he would rather not drool. She can't catch him drooling at her… how off! He wouldn't risk his reputation for anything. He's known as the cold President, that's who he is.

Valerie, on the other hand, was struggling to walk on her heels. She felt like she was under some kind of punishment. Walking into the servant's quarter, she quickly took the heels off, and exhaled deeply in relief.

“What the hell? I felt like I was going to break my legs. That little girl,