My One-Night Stand Turned Out To Be Mr. President?

t through her body, leaving her parched and unsteady. She was typically in

ssed her mind... She m

climb. Before starting, she'd taken a sip of water offered by her clo

r had bee

d on, a sudden force slammed her against the wall. A

his labored breaths bru

lding, leaving her

against him in the dimly lit stairwell.

o pry his arm away, but h

to die here. She had to meet the Pres

not long after the new president took office, Jemma's father was falsely accused of embezzlement. Despi

ather was

away. They said the case was personally overseen by the new president, with a complete c

a pinned her hopes on the

t would be at this hotel today, giving Je

re time dealing with

er, Jemma decided to t

o her sides, and looked up, hoping h

nd perhaps sensing her harmlessness, s

dare speak

l, sturdy man, she felt

yed close, showing no intent to release her. His body

, and a soft moan escaped her lips. In

eak some seal between

freely over Jemma, send

arms around his neck. Their pas

her discomfort any longer, she bit the man's shoulder. He grunted,

he asked, shocked by his st

solid muscles she

t me bandage yo

sooner, especially given the intimacy they had just shar

rug and his wound, didn't r

ean against the wall. She tore his shirt sleeves

o to a hospit

for help but saw several missed cal

r phone to silent to avoid interrup

ls could only mean

o call back, her stepmo

ncident at the police

't afford to delay further and

bbed her wrist, his v

he phone interrupted her. She pulled free

are you, Jemma? Why haven't you come to

ld. "Sorry, Kaelyn, I can't come n

Jemma hurried away. She frowned as she noti