Page 2 of Mister President

“Nothing or no one is going to change our vibe, Amanda, aight?” Her mouth twisted to the side as she nodded. “Go home and get cleaned up. I’ll pick you up in like an hour so we can go eat.”

“Okay.” She agreed softly, and her solemn mood had me wanting to say fuck spending any more time together.

I wasn’t sure why she felt the way she was because there wasn’t a woman I’d crossed paths with lately that I was even interested in. I’d be lying if I said Amanda’s gut steered her wrong. If she said she felt things were going to change between us soon, unfortunately, that was a warning I was wise enough to heed.

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Elias

A Few Months Later

Mid-August

This waswhere my dates always went left. We would talk about kids, I’d tell them about my son, and they would ask about the relationship I had with his mother. Depending on the woman, that would determine how frank I was with the truth. The truth that Amanda and I were still sexually active.

If my date was reserved and shy, I would tell them we were close and intimate. If our conversation and connection was rawer, I told them we were still having sex. It didn’t matter if I tried to explain the reasons and that we didn’t have sex when I was in a committed relationship, most women didn’t want to be with a man they felt would come with baby mama drama.

If they didn’t care about my relationship with Amanda, it was either because they figured all men cheated or didn’t plan to have a serious relationship with me anyway. Most times, I let them think whatever they wanted. It wasn’t my responsibility to try to convince a person I’d just met I was telling the truth. Myhonesty and integrity showed in my transparency. If she couldn’t see that, she wasn’t the one for me.

Even with me knowing that truth, it was still frustrating. Most of the women I was actually interested in would ask this question by the third date, and by the third date, things between us would be over.

I saw the moment Ariel’s chest deflated. Her head tilted and she inhaled a slow, deep breath. I was about to tell her that Amanda and I weren’t in love, and we would stop having sex if things between us got serious, but instead, I let her lead. When she squeezed the back of her neck, I chuckled and sat up in my seat. With a slight bob of my head, I made my eye contact with our waitress and let her know she could bring the check.

“How do you feel about that, Ariel?”

Her eyes met mine for a brief moment. Between her putting up an invisible wall between us and not being able to look into my eyes, that was all the confirmation I needed. Up until now, she’d been smiling and maintaining eye contact the whole date.

“I’m not really comfortable with you still having sex with her, Elias. That’s kind of why I don’t usually date men with kids.”

“I can respect that,” I said with a nod.

She finally looked at me for more than a second. “You’re not going to try to convince me that there are no feelings involved, and I’d have nothing to worry about?”

That made me chuckle. “Most men who cheat with their baby mama lie about it.” She nodded her agreement. “I was upfront with you. I can tell you if you and I were to get serious that I’d cut her off…but I doubt if you’d actually believe that.”

“True. I’d probably end up being paranoid and getting out of character because I didn’t believe you.”

“And I respect that. I wouldn’t want to do anything to make you feel like you can’t trust your intuition or me. So…as muchas I’ve enjoyed getting to know you, I’m okay with things ending here.”

The waitress set our check on the table, and I swiftly grabbed it and pulled my wallet out. This whole dating thing was getting played out. I knew the solution was to simply stop letting my baby mama make me cum, but that was easier said than done. I left the waitress a hefty tip, so there was no need to wait for change.

After helping Ariel out of her seat, I led her out of the restaurant with my hand on the small of her back. She smelled good—like jasmine and some other floral shit. I loved the smell of jasmine on certain women, which was what made me approach her at the mall last month. Mixed with the right pheromones, that shit made my dick hard and kept me pressed against a woman’s soft frame.

I was glad we took separate cars because I had one destination in mind, and I wanted to get there quickly. Once Ariel was safely in her Nissan, I gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and told her to be safe before heading to my Jeep. Between it, my Porsche Taycan, Aston Martin DBS, and the town car I had a driver for on the weekends, the Jeep was the casual car I used when I wanted to drive and keep a low profile. Rose Valley Hills was filled with wealth, and pulling up chauffeured or in the Porsche or Aston Martin in certain areas was like a green light for people to want to talk and network.

With my businesses, I was usually all for networking, but when I was on a date, I wanted my focus to remain on the woman I was with. Instead of calling Amanda to see where she was, I checked her location. Surprised that she was at home, I headed that way. I figured she was either getting ready to go out or was going to have her girls come to her tonight.

Amanda lived for a good time, and with how hard she worked, she deserved it. Like me, she had a traditional homewhere she raised our son every other week on our split schedule, but she also had a penthouse apartment downtown that she stayed in on weekends and breaks when our parents had EJ. It fit her personality, and the location was perfect for her to enjoy herself on the beach or downtown without having to worry about the forty-minute drive back to her home.

It took me about seven minutes to get to her apartment. Since she wasn’t expecting me, I had to check in with the doorman. He was used to my visits by now, so all I had to do was sign in before he let me up. By the time I made it to her floor, my emotions were all over the place. I felt at peace to be close to my baby mama, but I was frustrated because I’d just finished another failed date because of her. Well, it wasn’t her fault, but it was easier to blame her for having bomb ass pussy than myself for not being able to let her go.

I knocked instead of letting myself in since I didn’t know who all was inside. Shortly after, she was opening the door looking good as fuck, as usual. Amanda hardly ever covered herself unless our son and his friends were around. Tonight, the boy shorts she had on showed half of her fat ass cheeks. She had on a baby tee that exposed her belly ring and pierced nipples. Within seconds, my dick got hard. Releasing a shaky breath, I made my way inside while she greeted me.

“I thought you had a date tonight?” she asked with amusement in her tone and a smile on her face.

“Yeah, and you ruined it—yet again.”

Amanda cackled as she closed the door, and as much as I didn’t want to, I smiled as I headed further into the living room.

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