Priya's POV

Today is my date with Vante and I'm a bit nervous. The thing I'm most nervous about is him canceling. I made the first move and asked him out, so I don't want him to change his mind and not show. He's been an awesome person to talk to and we really connect over art. I even want to show him the piece that I made.

My leg unconsciously bounces underneath the table as I try not to stare at the time on my phone. I've been here since 11, wanting to beat him here. The time is now 11:40 and the closer it gets to noon, the more nervous I become. What if he's an ex? What if he's not actually a he but a she? What if he's a criminal? I can't stop my mind from wandering over all those thoughts.

It becomes 11:55 before I know it and still no Vante. He may be late and that's fine. He just needs to show up. I'm trying my best to find any distraction to keep me from freaking out. Everything is going to be okay. There's no background noise to distract me because, oddly, I'm the only one in the restaurant as far as customers are concerned. I shrug it off, straightening the lap of my skirt. Time is ticking and Vante will walk through that door any second.

I watch as my phone goes from 11:59am to 12:00pm and I look toward the door to see no one. It's a tad disappointing. At the same time, there is noise now rising from the kitchen. The doors open and 4 men in all black suits emerge. I furrow my eyebrows in confusion, my eyes focused on the men. 2 of the men go back into the kitchen, one stays by the door, and the other makes his way toward... me?

"Excuse me," he starts. "Are you Priya?"

I'm taken back, utterly confused. I cross my arms over my chest, a bit hostile. "And what if I am?"

The man chuckles, nodding. "I take it that you are." He gives a thumbs up to the man at the door and he opens it, motioning the other 2 to join again. "You'll find out why."

The men come out and there's one more that emerges with them. They all walk my way and I don't know what's going on. I'm internally freaking out as I feel my pulse accelerate. The mystery man number 5 is hidden behind the others and I can't concentrate on anything but how scared I am. Who is this man behind these bulky suit guys?

The men step away and the mystery man comes into view. My heart stops and I stand instantly. I'm in awe as I look into the eyes of the man in front of me. The most powerful man in the country.

"M-Mr. President." I say, starstruck. And then it hits me like a ton of bricks. "A-Are you Vante?"

He gives me a curt head nod and small smile. "Hi, Priya."

I am about to combust. The man I've been talking to for a week is the fucking president. He's standing right in front of me. The man I voted for, trusting him as our commander.

I pinch my hand hand, wincing at the pain. "Well that hurt, so that means that this is real. Wow. This is truly an honor Mr. President."

I extend my hand and he grabs it, placing a kiss to the back of my hand, right where I pinched it. "The pleasure is mine. Call me Taehyung."

We take our seats and I shake my head, letting all the nerves flow away. He said to not treat him any differently because of who he is, and I intend to make good on that promise.

"I mean, I kinda like Vante."

He chuckles and I can't keep my eyes off of the beautiful specimen of a man in front of me. "If you like it, then you can keep calling me that."

"And only me?" I raise as eyebrow, leaning on the table.

"Only you." He replies, mimicking my movements.

We make small talk for a while, just the basic first date things. What we're looking for in a partner, our likes and dislikes, if we had a happy childhood, and if we like our careers. As I imagined about the president, he's a very down to earth guy. I've always seen the serious side on the news and things, but it's much different when the real thing is right in front of you. The side that the cameras don't see.

At this time, we're eating and conversing about art. He tells me that he keeps the art museum funded, giving young artists the chance to have a piece displayed at least once in the amateur exhibit.

"Maybe you'll consider mine." I joke.

"Well," he says, swallowing his food. "If you're as good as your father, I won't hesitate."

"That reminds me," I pull the folded paper out of my bag and lay it on the table as flat as I can. "How do you like this?"

"It's a black swan." He says simply.

"Yeah." I nod. "It just popped up in a dream I had. So I drew it up."

"Do you remember the dream? Knowing that you're Beau's daughter and his pieces are based on your dreams, I'm interested."

"The meaning of the phrase black swan itself is a metaphor that describes an event that happens unpredicted, that tends to lead to some consequence. I feel that my dream is leading me to an unforeseen event. I'm just nervous of what consequence I would have coming after."

"You drew the swan at night." He adds on.

"Yeah."

"I've noticed a pattern with you. Your dreams tend to happen with the common theme of night. It seems as though nighttime is your solitude, where you feel the most peace."

I look at him in awe. It's true. I love night and I'm always at my most peaceful state when the sun sets. From the few times we've texted, the fact that he knows what my dreams tend to mean amazes me.

"Exactly that."

"So, what if this is your twist on the phrase of black swan? What if it is still signifying that there is an unpredictable event headed your way, but because it was set at night, you won't suffer any consequence because it was in your place of peace?"

"I never thought of it that way. Maybe so." I answer truthfully. "Today was an unpredictable event. I had no idea I was texting the president."

He chuckles, nodding. "That is true. And I'll do everything in my power to ensure that there are no consequences to follow."

"You're the best."

We finish up our meal and he pays as he said he would. The whole date, I've treated him like a normal date. We got to know each other, and we bonded. I really like how it all turned out. We get ready to leave when he gently grabs my hand.

"Do you have anymore plans?"

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"And this is the residential area." He leads the way through the doors and I'm met with a luxury home area.

He wanted to give me a tour of the presidential building, and I couldn't turn that down. I get to spend more time with him and he doesn't need secret service up his ass the whole time while here, especially in his home quarters. He shows me the many rooms, all ranging from bedrooms, a gym, and a whole art studio. We soon come to a door that has "President" engraved and I know this is his bedroom.

He opens the door and allows me in first. The room is unreal. Very high ceilings, California king bed, a love seat, 72 inch television, a hot tub in the corner, 2 walk in closets, and a huge white bathroom the size of my bedroom at home.

"Holy shit." I whisper, but it was loud enough for him to hear me.

"Yeah. I'm a bit spoiled."

"I'd say so, Mr. President." I laugh and he smiles. "May I sit?"

"Absolutely." He leads me to the the love seat and takes the seat next to me. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure." I look at him and he's closer than I expected. He absolutely takes my breathe away. His scent is so intoxicating that I have to stop myself from closing my eyes.

"We're both looking for someone to settle down with. And I already feel a connection with you." He never breaks eye contact with me as he speaks. "Do you think you would be willing to let me get to know you so that you and I could possibly build something?"

"Yes." I answer instantly. I want to get to know Taehyung for who he is and see what kind of connection we have together.

"I'm so sorry as well. I know this is moving very fast, but I know what I want and what I'm looking for. I'm ready to spend my life with just one person."

"And so do I. Let's do it. Let's make something work." I softly smile.

I notice him moving closer to me and I instinctively move in as well. Everything I'm doing I'm not used to, but I don't stop. I like the feeling of moving fast. I like running for what I want and feel I deserve.

"May I kiss you?" He asks lowly, breath fanning over my face.

I just nod, closing my eyes as his soft lips touch mine. I move mine slowly against his and feel as though I'm in heaven. Everything is moving at 200 miles an hour that I can barely catch my breath. I'm kissing a man I just met and agreed to build a relationship with. I feel like a mad woman, but I'll do it in order to find love.

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Hi again! Here's the double update as promised! It's highly unedited, forgive me lol. How was this chapter? I had to contain myself from making it longer & throwing in smut because I'm kind of in a smut mood, oof 🤧 this story is going to move soooooo fast. They're in their 30s, ready to settle so you'll be like woah hold on they just met. (Which is why I contained myself & added no smut. Next chapter is free game tho 😂)

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