Page 3 of Mister President

“How did I ruin it? I wasn’t even there.”

“Yeah, but most of the good ones always want nothing to do with me when they find out about you.”

“Why? It’s not like we’re in a relationship. We just have sex from time to time.”

“My point exactly.”

“Did you try to explain that?” she asked, sitting next to me on her white sofa.

“I didn’t bother this time. Sometimes I do, but I didn’t feel like it tonight.”

Amanda sighed as she leaned forward and poured tequila in a six-ounce serving flute from the set I’d gotten her for her last birthday.

“You want something to drink?”

“Yeah, thanks.”

She nodded and stood, and my eyes immediately lowered to her ass. “I think you might be a little too transparent, E,” she said as she made her way to her mini bar by the kitchen. “I’m not saying you shouldn’t be honest. If they ask you if you have sex with your baby mama, say yes. But don’t just offer that information up if they don’t ask. You ruin your chances every time you do that. Plus, it’s not like you plan to still fuck me if you get into a relationship, so it really doesn’t make sense for you to tell them.”

My head shook as I leaned back and relaxed on the couch. “You know I got too much integrity to move like that. I’m not looking for ways to finesse a woman. If she’s the one for me, she’ll at least give me the chance to explain and trust I’m worth getting to know, even with that truth.”

Amanda shrugged as she grabbed the Hennessy I brought over, but I wasn’t in the mood for that because it would make me want to be inside her. “Aye, give me that apple Crown instead.”

Our eyes locked as she smiled. “Yeah, okay.” She agreed with a chuckle. I knew what type of time she thought I was on, but I was trying to be on my best behavior. Once she poured my drink, she walked back over, and I accepted the glass with thanks. She took a sip of her 1942, and my eyes slowly trailed her frame.

“I know you’re here because you’re upset, so let it out,” she offered, squeezing my thigh.

“I’m not upset with her; I’m upset with this situation. You know I wanted more than one child by now, but I want the next one to come from the woman that’s going to be my wife. This dating shit is getting played the fuck out, especially since I can’t get past date number three.”

“Well…you’re holding your own self back with your honest ass. I’m telling you; you’d get a lot further with a woman if you didn’t tell her about us. I hate to say that, but it’s the truth. The only other option is for you to stop fucking me. Is that what you want to do?”

I knew the answer immediately, but I didn’t respond right away. Instead, I looked her pecan brown frame over. Our skin tones were the same, but her skin was golden in the sunlight and mine was red. EJ’s skin had a reddish hue, like mine. He was honestly the perfect blend of us with my tight, dark eyes, her structured face shape, and our deep brown skin.

“I ain’t gotta stop fucking you at all,” I finally replied, making her laugh as I licked my lips. After taking a sip of my drink, I added, “If you gave me another baby—”

“Unh uh.” Amanda’s head shook rapidly.

“Bu—”

“You’re a great father, and I love coparenting with you, but it’s bad enough that we’re still having sex, Elias. If we had another baby, we might as well be together. And seeing as you’ve made it clear that’s not what you want, I’m not giving you another baby.”

I knew she was going to say that. She’d been saying it for the last five years. It didn’t stop me from asking though.

“If you ain’t giving me a baby, I ain’t giving you this dick.”

Amanda scoffed before taking another sip of her tequila. “Trust me, you’ll cave before I do.”

I wouldn’t, but I would make her beg me for this dick. Not bothering to continue to go back and forth with her, I cut some music on and pulled out the weed stash I kept at her spot. While she got ready to head out, I smoked and sipped until my mood was stable. By then, she came out looking like perfection, dressed in high waisted leggings and a crop top that showed every curve of her flawless body. Her heels had to be six inches, and I couldn’t wait until we got back later tonight so I could feel them digging in my skin while I dug in her pussy.

She told me she’d planned to bar hop alone but invited me along since I was here. I agreed, and we headed out for what I was sure would be a fun time. Because if nothing else, Amanda and I were damn good parents, sex buddies, and able to have an amazing time together.

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Amanda

Unintentionally,Elias and I spent the weekend together. What was supposed to be bar hopping Friday night, then us going our separate ways, turned into him crashing at my apartment. We woke up the next morning and grabbed brunch after he went home to change. Brunch turned into day parties and us not getting back to my place until after one in the morning. Regardless of how late I got in from my Saturday shenanigans, I went to church every Sunday, and I was glad Elias agreed to go with me. As soon as Mama saw us together, she gave me a side-eye that made me laugh. I knew she was going to give me an earful when I went to pick up EJ, as she often did.

After church, we grabbed brunch again, then took a nap. We tried to limit the time we spent together alone unless we were having sex, because we both valued quality time and didn’t want it to lead to attachment. Well, more attachment. I’d been attached to Elias for the last twelve years. While I wouldn’t say what happened between us was love at first sight, I could honestly say I knew I wanted to be with him after our first nighttogether. Our first few months together were like a fairy tale before reality settled in.

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