🔹Prologue🔹

"One more please?" I asked and I giggled.

"She's drunk!" Dania said, and then she laughed.

"Yeah, it's the first time that she's drunk. Let her enjoy it." Kimberly said while laughing.

I laughed with them.

Suddenly, I felt the urge to pee.

"I'll just go to the rest room guys." I excused myself.

I walked clumsily towards the end of the hall, where the rest room is located.

After I have released all I have to and washed my hand. I walked back to the hall.

I just notice someone in the dark corner of the room. It's King Richard, I did not know he was in town.

I walked towards him.

"Hey Richie, why are you alone?" I asked out of curiosity.

He turned and faced me.

"I told you not to call me that, Renee. And this is ky favorite spot." he said.

His voice is very soft, like velvet.

"Maybe we can talk, I'm lonely too." I blurted.

I sat beside him.

He pulled me closer to him and he wrapped an arm around my shoulder.

I leaned my head on his shoulder. I decided to talk to him.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"I came for business." He answered.

"Does my father know you're here?" I asked.

"Nope, I came under the radar." He replied.

"You know he's going to be mad that you did not tell him." I said.

"I do not care." He said.

We talked and laughed. It was so comfortable and natural.

Suddenly I was focused on his lips, they are so kissable.

"I want to kiss you." I said.

He chuckled. God I really love it when he does that, his voice is so musical. I can never compare it to anything.

"Do it," he whispered to my ear, and then he faced me.

I placed my small hands on his cheeks.

He leaned towards me and I closed the distance between us.

It was just soft kisses at first, but then eventually it turned into something more.

I lifted myself to his lap, and we continued making out.

"Let's get out of here." he said through my lips.

I just moaned.

-

I opened my eyes and I was struck by a beam of sunshine. It's like my eyes got burned.

I looked at my surroundings, and it's all unfamiliar.

I'm in a hotel room. Shit, I can't really believe that I have done this.

Ow, I am so sore.

I stood up, with the sheets wrapped around my body.

"Good morning." Richard said.

"Good morning." I said as I started putting on my dress from last night.

"Are you not staying for breakfast?" He asked.

"No, I have meetings to attend this morning." I answered.

"Oh right, you have to go play hostess of the White House." Richard said.

I put my shoes on.

"Goodbye, Richard." I said.

"Goodbye, first lady." He said.

I pulled out my phone as I entered the elevator and there were eleven missed calls from Kimberly. She must be sickly worried right now. I called Kimberly.

"Renee! Oh god, where did you go?" Kimberly asked worriedly.

"I'm in a hotel, I'm fine, no need to be worried." I answered.

"Don't tell me you are with the guy that you are flirting with last night." She said.

"Then I won't tell you." I said.

"Fine, but hurry up, dad is looking for you and I'm not in the right state of mind to hold a proper conversation with him." She said.

"I'm on my way." I said.

I hung up the phone.

-

"First Lady, we need to get you ready for your meeting with the Second Lady." Melinda, my aide said as I entered my office.

Renee Giselle Blake is the oldest daughter of President Scott Blake and Helen Harrison Blake. When Helen died before Scott’s term.

Renee became a beloved presence in Washington. She hosted parties, sparked fashion trends and worked to promote the rights of women, discussed policy propositions with the media, and attended high profile meetings.

Renee became the youngest woman to ever hold the title, at the age of 18.

"Can we push it back? I'm not in the mood to be criticized by a woman twenty three years older than me." I said.

"Sorry, we can't. We've pushed it back, two times this week." Melinda said.

"Fine, but if she says anything to me, I do not like. I'm going to give her a good ole-"

"Silent treatment." Melinda said interrupting me.

"Sure." I said.

"By the way, you left your necklace with King Richard." She said.

"How do you know?" I asked.

"He had it delivered with flowers." She answered.

"Oh my." I said.

"You two better have not done anything." She said.

"We just had drinks together." I said.