Page 64 of Mister President

“Who? Where you at?”

“We’re at the hospital.”

“I’m on my way.”

I didn’t even bother going back to the table to tell West and David I was leaving. As I took the stairs by two, I called West to tell him where I was going. I didn’t know what the fuck happened tonight, but whoever came at my girl wrong, for whatever reason, was going to have to pay.

Amanda’s legshook as she rocked. We’d been at her penthouse for hours. I’d washed her and gotten her into a sleep shirt. Even after laying down for an hour or so, she couldn’t get to sleep, which was understandable. As she relayed the events of the night, I saw red. Knowing a nigga had the audacity to not only put his hands on her but try to rape her and assault Tamar and Felicity had me wanting to go on a rampage.

Based on where Amanda said she shot him, he was still alive, and I had men waiting at the hospital and every minor medical center in case he showed up later for help. I also had the security footage pulled after the police left. They may have been able to catch him, but I was hoping I got to him first.

Tamar and Felicity were a bit banged up but okay. Felicity had a concussion, but she would be able to go home tomorrow. Tamar’s back took the worst of it when he slammed her down, but I appreciated the fact that they went as hard as they could for my girl because she would have done the exact same thing for them.

I hated not following my first mind and spending the evening with Amanda. It wasn’t uncommon for men who knew her from the club to try to talk shit or get her to dance if they saw her out, but it had never been this bad. Not being there to protect her had been gnawing on me, but I pushed my feelings to the side to focus on her.

“You wanna talk about it?” I asked, and she quickly shook her head.

“I want to forget about it.”

“You wanna smoke? Maybe that’ll at least put you to sleep.”

She nodded, so I went to my stash and rolled up. We ended up rotating four blunts before her eyes got low. A random laugh turned into her crying. I carried her to bed and held her close. As I prayed for her and repeated that she was safe, I held her against my heart until her cries turned into whimpers, and her whimpers turned into light snores.

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Amanda

3:00 AM

I kept seeinghis face in my head. His eyes bulging and mouth opening. His body being pushed forward then back. His hand lifting to cover his bleeding shoulder. How close it was to his chest—his heart. Just a few inches lower, and I could have killed that man.

It seemed like every time I got to sleep, I’d see him bleeding, shuffling, running, and I’d wake right back up. This time, a strangled, almost silent scream escaped me. Before I could lift up in bed, Elias’s strong arm pulled my back into his chest.

“Shh,” he cooed against my ear. “I’m here, and you’re safe.” He kissed my neck as I squeezed my eyes shut. “It was just a dream, Mandy. You’re safe.”

Quiet sniffles escaped me as I wrapped my arm around him tightly. With him, I knew I was safe. I always was.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there,” he continued. “If I was, this wouldn’t have happened. You wouldn’t have had to do that, and you wouldn’t be dealing with this shit.”

I turned in his arms. “You have nothing to apologize for. I know you’ll always keep me safe. You might not have been there physically, but you’re the reason I had the gun and knew how to shoot. So you did protect me… even in your absence.”

Even in the darkness, though I couldn’t see his eyes, I felt them on me. His hand lifted to my hair, and he gently ran his fingers through it.

“If something worse would have happened to you, Mandy, I don’t know what I would have done. I can’t lose you.”

I wanted to downplay his words and say he meant he couldn’t lose the mother of his child. Instead, I allowed them to soothe me and build me up—even if for just a moment. I wasn’t sure which one of us moved first, but our lips connected. A soft sigh escaped me as I melted against his solid frame. Putting a title on what was happening between us was risky, but I wouldn’t deny how good it felt to have Elias like this again. Not just the sex but the priority and care too.

His hands slid down my frame and gripped my ass before slipping between my cheeks. The longer we kissed and caressed each other, the wetter my pussy became. By the time I was panting and in desperate need of more, his dick was rock hard against me. Elias slid me down slightly as I lifted my gown. He wasted no time pulling his shaft out of his boxers and entering me.

The moment he filled me, it felt like a part of me that had been missing was restored. Long, upward strokes caused my body to warm and tremble. I squeezed his arm and bit his chest as I moaned. My toes curled as he maintained a steady pace, quickly bringing me to my peak. As my back arched, I warned him that I was about to cum through trembling lips. His response?

“I know, bae. I know.” He kissed me tenderly before reminding me, “I know your body better than you do. Go ahead and cum for me.”

My pussy released at his command. Elias continued to stroke me, drawing my orgasm out. When my moans turned into whimpers and my walls stopped pulsing against him, he positioned me on my stomach.

“Ohmygod,” I slurred as he filled me with only half of his length—applying pressure to my G-spot and A-spot. The short, soft strokes hitting both spots at the same time had my G-spot swelling. He pressed my stomach into the bed, causing me to feel him more intensely. My pussy gushed as I came against him almost instantly.

“Mhm,” he moaned, finally giving me all his length with swift, hard strokes.

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