She'd never seen the great Nikolai Rossi flinch, she'd never seen his eyes weaken, but right there, she got more reaction than she had expected; The President was knocked off his feet.No sound was emitting from him, she wasn't sure, but she thought she saw his hands shake, eyes on his daughter.Mia left her shoulders turning to take in her father again, and as brown eyes watched each other, Nikolai suddenly dragged his hair backward, swallowing and inhaling deep breaths."Years, and you kept her hidden, Elena? But for how long were you intent on keeping this up?" He demanded palms spread."For as long as it takes me, so you don't take her from me.""Are you kidding me right now?!""No, I'm not," she broke eye contact holding Mia tighter, "You powerful men get what you want with just a snap of your fingers, but she..." Elena inhaled, "she's all I have""Quit that bullshit!" He snapped through gritted teeth, his hand about to clench to a fist when his eyes met her fearful, wavering one

"... she's back with my kid, name's Mia, and she can't stand the sight of me," Nico grimaced, glaring at the clock, "And Milo, don't fucking make me repeat this shit one more time when all you do is..."Milo's hard laughter filled the phone again; Nico swallowed his annoyance. He wasn't expecting anything else when he told his brother about the events."Are you done?""No man," Milo wheezed, Finding fun in his brother's misfortune, "Mr. President, aren't you a wild one? Donna's going to be thrilled hearing about this one.""Don't you fucking tell Mum""Eissshh, too late, dude.""You never left the fucking phone; how did you...""I didn't tell you Aunt Abby is here. Did I?" Nico could almost see his brother shrug, "She overheard, and now she's on the phone"Those two..damnit."And you say she got my mole?" Milo inquired, and that was his only fascination in all of this, that and Nico panicking.How stupid of him to think he'll get comfort from Milo."Yo, Boris," Milo shouted, "Nico got

"Your room," She repeated, her eyes beginning to tear up just at the thought, hoping it had to be a dysfunction in her ears. "Your room?"He raised both brows, his face still formal yet challenging, "Yes, my room; you've been there before, haven't you?"She swallowed hard; of course, she had been there once, the greatest mistake of her life, No, she did love Mia a lot, more than her life, But that night could have been avoided if she stayed in her lane.Especially when she remembered that that night he gave her a chance to leave, watching her sitting on his bed, his back placed against a wall as he sipped from a glass cup.So entirely, it wasn't his fault she had been so slutty.Now she shook her head, "There's no way you can ask me that; remember the rules, Your Excellency."He began to pull her as he walked toward his room, knowing she wouldn't fight him off so as not to cause a scene; clenching her fingers, she gritted, "Sir, we had a deal; once you touch me, you know it's all over.

"A lot of missing links on expenses concerning the company funds, Mr. Mason," I narrated, waving the paper and pushing it towards him; I peered straight at him, "I believe only you can explain what went wrong there?"He matched my glare, relaxing on his seat in my office, which was once his; he wasn't taking any of this seriously; this guy was becoming a pain in my butt."Reaching out to Mr. Moreau, he says he knows nothing about it, and in that report, it states that you sent it to him at the end of the year" I clasped my hand together in front of me."Who wants to know?" he checked his watch for the hundredth time.My jaw tightened, "I don't want to push this into professional hands," pointing at the paper, I gritted, "This is a huge amount of money just to let go like it's nothing." I exhaled quietly, "So, I'll like to know what happened with all this money.""It was used."I shut my eyes holding the reins of my self-control, "By?""The company?""For?""A lot of things that weren'

A slam on the desk. "Fuck Goddamnit!" Noah sighed, watching the president slide back on his chair; this would be the hundredth time he slammed hard on the desk with his fist, his face buried into his hands, jaw clenched, and eyes restless.And him feeling like this wasn't advised; Nico was a demon when he had all these emotions whirling around like bonfires. But he couldn't do anything when the president refused to say what bothered him.Usually, Noah had a clue on what, but since Nico dashed out of his room almost shirtless and redoing the hook of his pants, with his suit bag thrown over his shoulder, it was like all of the president's composure was slowly going down the drain.Meeting with a newly appointed Italian ambassador wouldn't get him this worked up anyway.Something was up, something he didn't want to tell."Shit!"Noah grimaced. How bad was it? "Boss, are you ok?"His kindness was rewarded with a pointed finger tightly clenching into a fist, "Do not ask me that again,"N