Chapter 13 - Ruined

Narrator

That night, two bodyguards who stood next to the closed door, looked at each other.

Their eyes were dancing with mischief as they heard Tara whimpering.

"Mr. President, please," her voice sounded hoarse and alluring.

Dawn was breaking in when the whimpering of the woman inside the room gradually subsided.

The sun was beginning to rise when the door flung open.

Emerging from the room, the man who had dark circles under his eyes, a visible proof that he didn't sleep a wink was already dressed and ready to leave.

Judging from his appearance the guards need not to rack their brains to guess what took place inside the room.

The bodyguards looked down to hide their smirk.

The president couldn't resist the beauty who was begging for his help.

They wanted to talk about what happened however they kept it to themselves because they knew better than to gossip about the president.

Tara's POV

I was startled when I opened my eyes to an unfamiliar room.

Realizing that it was the