Page 30 of Mister President

I scratched through my beard and took what I needed to be a calming breath. “You really expect me to cheat on you, don’t you?”

“Yeah.” She laughed. “I mean…look at you. You’re fine as hell. I’m sure women throw themselves at you all the time. Plus, you have money and status here. You’re charming, and from what I’ve felt, your dick is big. And you expect me to believe you’re faithful?”

“Yeah, I do, because I am. Regardless of who wants me, I have autonomy over my body. I’m a grown ass man with discipline and morals. I’m not a cheater. You can trust in that.”

Her frame relaxed. “Okay…I’m so used to wealthy men cheating. If you decide to, just do it with respect and discretion.I’m loyal, so as long as you take care of me and keep me safe, I won’t leave. But…if you say I can trust you—”

“You can,” I told her softly, taking her hand into mine. “You will have the security of knowing only you have access to my body. I don’t lessen my value to a woman by making myself available to others. I’ll be yours alone, Fi. I promise.”

She released a low giggle that made my heart skip a beat. “That actually makes me feel really good, Elias. I like the idea of that.”

“I’m glad. And it’s not an idea—it’s the truth. It’s reality. I’m going to be faithful to you.”

“Seeing as you won’t touch me until you’ve talked to her, that’s a sign that I can trust you. So okay. I trust you.”

“Good. The room’s already ready. Let’s head up.”

As I got out of the car, I couldn’t help but wonder about the kind of men she’d dated and her upbringing…if she said what she said because she saw her father cheating on her mother. If so, that would change my perception of her father for sure. For right now, though, that didn’t matter. I actually looked forward to spending the night with Fiona and seeing if that was something I could get used to.

17

Fiona

Ever since Eliastold me about him and Amanda, I’d been a little obsessed. I went through every social media page of hers that I could find. She used to be a stripper…that made sense. The videos of her dancing were impressive. Apparently, she had a dance team that was currently on break, and that was admirable. While I wouldn’t say she made me feel insecure, I did question the validity of Elias’s claim that he could stop having sex with her. Their chemistry was evident from the day I met her, and based on her looks and body, he’d have to be a strong man to deny her if she wanted him.

Amanda was going live on TikTok at her studio. She gave details on a few pole positions. I couldn’t help but comment from a fake account I’d made just to be able to freely go through her page without having to worry about accidentally liking something.

Ye110wg1rl: you’re great on the pole. Why don’t you still strip?

I wasn’t sure if she’d actually respond to my comment, but I waited patiently. I looked around, trying to make sure no one was coming up to my desk. One of my ears had an earbud, but I kept the other one open so I could remain alert. Elias was in a meeting, and on the off chance he needed me, I had to be ready.

“I made what I wanted to make as a stripper, so I stopped,” she replied nonchalantly, twirling to the music that played in the background.

Ye110wg1rl: so what do you do now? Let a man take care of you?

Amanda laughed with a shake of her head.

“No, baby. I have more than enough money to take care of myself. If I didn’t want to work another day in my life I wouldn’t have to, but I do have something in the works, so stay tuned.”

Someone else asked if she would ever strip again.

“Maybe for a special occasion. I dance for my baby daddy when the mood hits, so that’s more than enough for me.”

Her laugh irritated me. Hearing that she stripped for Elias made me feel some type of way. I shouldn’t have been surprised but I was. Now I knew for sure they probably would never stop having sex.

Ye110wg1rl: are you and your baby daddy still together?

She read the question aloud. “No, we’re not. Why? You want him? Or do you want me?”

A lot of men started lighting the chat up saying they wanted her, and she laughed. One girl asked her how her boyfriend handled her being who she was and getting the kind of attention she got.

“I mean…I’m single. Even if I wasn’t, I’m retired. If a man I was dating had a problem with something Iusedto do, he isn’t the man for me. I know a lot of men have a problem with women who strip or even women who show their ass. It’s allabout finding someone that won’t try to change you. Someone who accepts you for who you are, you know?

“I will never regret stripping or my previous lifestyle. I’m not ashamed of the things I’ve done in the past. I hate the negative connotation strippers or even women who are sexually liberated get, and I want to change that. My circle of friends is small for that reason, and I really don’t date a lot because I don’t have time for insecure or toxic men. So yeah…if my man has a problem with me working a pole on TikTok, trust me, he won’t be my man for long.”

I couldn’t help but admire her response. As much as I wanted her to give me a reason to hate her, she’d given me none. When my alarm sounded, I exited the live. Elias was going to be coming up at any moment, and it would be a little difficult for me to explain why I was watching his baby mama from a fake account.

I busied myself for a while until the elevator dinged. At the sight of Elias, I smiled.

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