The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret

Nathaniel, known for his unpredictable and ruthless nature, exuded a sense of menace. He took a deep breath and sat back on the sofa.

Hudson, who had dealt with the bodyguards outside, entered the box and approached the terrified singer. She trembled in her short leather skirt, visibly frightened.

Hudson approached her with a reassuring smile, gently wiping away her tears, and steadied the microphone she was about to drop.

"Don't be afraid," Hudson said kindly. "Keep singing. This is Mr. Nathaniel's tip for you. Choose something more soothing. Love songs are a bit clichéd."

A generous amount of money was slipped into the girl's low-cut skirt. The sight of the cash eased her fear, and she quickly stowed it in her bag.

The music started again, "To Viceroy" by Mac DeMarco, filling the box with its soothing melody.

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Frey. He wrapped his arms around her waist, his grip firm and almost

tensed, and Nathaniel's displeasure grew more evident with every subtle

deep breath and whispered, "Since you enjoy

the risks of angering Nathaniel further, Frey allowed herself to be drawn into

dance

was intimate and charged,

by the curious eyes

Alexander and his entourage.

placed a glass of orange juice in front of her. The countertop, now messy, prompted Della

Nathaniel's tactics. Instead

was forced to

the mess, her face showing clear distress. Frey felt a pang