Chapter 36

President Mathew and First lady Maria H. Johnson were getting ready for the New year's party, they were hosting in the white house. Every who and who of politics, business and Media were invited to this party. This party was very important for President Mathew. He planned to advocate his ideology to the participants and find supporters to stand with him against opposition.

Maria was an African American woman. Her ancestors were brought to USA as slaves from South Africa. She met Mathew at the young age of 18. Mathew had already established his career as a politician then. Maria was a tall, gorgeous woman. They looked perfect with each other and the way Maria has been handling all the tasks and responsibilities assigned to her as first lady was mature and unprecedented. She perfectly fit in the role of First Lady.

Today, Maria wore long orchid gown and she looked stunning in it. President Mathew wore black formal tuxedo.

Maria was adjusting the knot of Mathew's tie.

"Are you going to party looking like that?" Mathew said. Maria who was busy adjusting the knot looked at him startled.

"Why? Don't I look good? I have overdone my make up. Right? Oh my god. All the media is going to be there." She forgot about tie and quickly turned towards dressing table.

"No. No. You look perfect. I am just worried that your might kill some men today." He grabbed her hand and pulled her into her arms.

He kissed on her neck.

"Not now. Guests are waiting for us." She quickly came out of his arms. She was blushing.

"Then… When?" President Mathew said in mischievous tone and pulled her back in. He was now smiling.

Maria was biting her lower lip. Mathew could not resist himself. He kissed her, on the lips this time.

"Mom!" Jayden, their youngest yelled from outside the door.

They quickly got separated. Maria was still red.

"I will call dad to check on Emma. You take care of these runts." He said in an annoyed tone. Maria chuckled and left the room.

President Mathew pressed the button on his ear gear.

"Call dad." He commanded.

"Ugh. He never attends the call." Mathew exhaled and pressed the button again.

"Call Mom."

"Hey Mom. Happy New Year. How you doin'?" He said in a bit childlike manner.

"Love you too, Mama." He smiled.

"So, where is dad? I tried calling him but…"

"Hahahahaha. Really? They are plannin' like that?" He looked happy.

"So, I guess Emma is fine."

There was a knock on the door. He walked and opened the door. It was his secretary. She pointed at her wristwatch and signaled him that they were getting late.

"Mama! I gotta go. I am getting' late. Will call you tomorrow." He nodded and signaled her to wait for one minute.

"No Mama. Might not be able to call you then. It is important gathering." He looked a bit embarrassed.

"I promise, I will come visit you and dad as soon as I get some time." He sounded apologetic.

"Will call you tomorrow. Promise." He exhaled.

"Bye. Love you, Mama." He pressed the button on his ear gear and left with his secretary, with a heavy heart.

It had been a long time since he met his parents. He was really missing them today.

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In the same presidential suite of a 7-star hotel, Trisha lied in bed next to Johnson. It was snowing outside, and love and romance were in the air. Her hands were tied to the crown of the bed with rope. She was breathing and perspiring heavily. Her eyes were closed, and she looked blissful like she was intoxicated. Johnson was almost in the same condition. It's just that his hands were free.

"So. What do you think?" Johnson got up, leaned over her, and kissed her while his hands explored around.

"It was great. I am still in heaven." She opened her eyes and said softly. She was looking at him with her drunk blue eyes.

He kissed her again and untied her hands.

"Just gimme a minute." He got up and moved towards the bathroom.

She sat up and wore her sexy sleeping gown. The gown left very little to imagination.

Johnson prepared drinks for both and they sat in the living room after Trisha freshened up.

"Why this?" Johnson grabbed the corner of her gown and looked at her romantically. They were sitting with a blanket wrapped around them.

"Why? Don't you like it?" Trisha feigned ignorance. Her eyes sparkled with naughtiness.

"No. I like it, but I like your natural birth dress more." He came closer and they kissed.

"I think we need a distraction. I don't want you to be sick and weak." Trisha broke the kiss.

"Room Service." The door knocked.

"Coming." Johnson said loudly and got out of blanket. He was wearing white bathrobe. Trisha looked at that sexy man walked away for a while.

"Oh… I need distraction." She shook her head and murmured. She got up to find Television's remote control. Johnson walked in with a trolley filled with food.

"Hey Trish. Can you please get my wallet? Waiter is standing outside." Jonson placed the food on dining table in the room.

Trish walked towards the bedroom. Johnson was checking her out.

"What a sexy and desirable woman." He envied his own luck.

He frowned as he glanced at her right thigh. He stared at her tattoo as she vanished in the room.

The tattoo that said "I Love You" in the front, said "Daniel" in the back.

It was a beautiful graphic tattoo with a red rose printed for "I". The back of the tattoo was connected to the front part of tattoo with a chain.

Johnson was jealous.

Trish walked in and handed him a fifty-dollar bill. Johnson went out and paid it to the waiter outside. He was still in foul mood.

Trish waited for him to return. He locked the door from inside, dragged a chair and sat in front of Trisha.

"What happened to you?" Trisha noticed his bad mood.

"I just don't like your tattoo. I want to rip it off your body." Johnson was a bit infuriated.

"You are just a designated driver. Don't act like an owner." Trisha was cold.

Johnson's face turned red out of embarrassment and anger, but he did not say anything.

Trisha just ignored him and turned on the television.

Laaaaaaaaa-if is now…

Life is now.

Hey you listenin'?

"Life is now…" Marlo sheen screamed.

"Bon Appetit." Trisha smiled and poured some soup for herself. Johnson had lost his appetite.

Hey listen! You there?

Hurt someone, you care?

Be shameless, lose pride

You did what heart decide

Cheat, Love, and pow-wow

Just lose it, Life is now.

Laaaaaaaaa-if is now…

Life is now.