lizmorgan

[Status: Ongoing]

"If I run away?"

"I will love, care, and pamper you so much you won't even think about it."

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”Wait…" The president's stern voice rang across the silent room.

"Yes, sir anything else?"She asked. The president coughed.

"Umm, my parents invited you to dinner tonight."He informed.

"Yes sir I will be there, "Genesis responded in the same cold voice he used. Her heels clicked and he watched her until she finally left and the door closed. Aiden sighed and tapped the pen on the table.

'Does she hate me that much?' He wondered with a frown. He groaned upset that they had made absolutely no process whatsoever.

Genesis closed the door and sat back on her desk.
She placed her hand on her chest where her heart was racing.

"Get over yourself already." She mumbled in a soft voice. She twirled in her chair, with her eyes closed. 

'No office romance.No office romance.No office romance.No office romance.' She chanted inwardly.

*****

"Didn't you say you didn't care whether I went back with my ex or not!?" She furiously glared at him. 

He smirked in response.

"If all my past attempts at keeping you by my side failed, why would I let that bastard take you away from me? I won't let you walk away again!"

He has liked her for years unfortunately she was already engaged to the love of her. In the end, she became his wife instead... 

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President's Pampered First Love

Genesis handed Aiden his outfit and smiled. "I'm definitely not letting you wear plain black jeans and a white t-shirt, okay?" She patted his cheek and walked back to her open closet so she could change.

"Right. No worries, I'll…..dress up." Aiden answered, looking at the clothes in his hands.

"Did you say something?" She asked, playing dumb.

Aiden sighed, and he kissed her forehead before heading to the bathroom to change.

She hummed happily and wore a twist cut out front tie, black floral slip dress. She added a pair of sandals and let her hair down.

She grabbed a strand of her hair from each side and settled it behind her head with a pearl flower hair comb. It was her mother's, and she had worn it on her wedding day, sure she could have worn it on her own wedding day, but she wasn't sure if she would do that.

Besides, she felt like wearing it because she missed her today.

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