Mr. President Got Me Pregnant

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I know what the media will say. I know they'll twist everything to s

m. His face was gentle, and it was

th no touching allowed. But now, I shifted uneasily a

s not allowed," I said, rem

ou're just a prostitute. I can pay

feel the eyes of the people at the next t

ed?" Ruth as

hat. You're nothing but trash who can'

k at yourself-you can't satisfy your d

enly stood up, and I saw

han dirt, that's why you're here talking to me. I can see what you're wearing-who wouldn't be tempte

he suddenly collapsed, and fear was ev

a voice angrily said. I covered my mouth in shock

ng. He smirked before sud

st in his jacket and black pants,

nd I noticed the people staring at the man lying o

hen at Ruth, who w

I shouted. I saw the fear in her eyes, and I

v," she quickly respond

though this isn't real, I will treasure these memories un

like we're the only ones here inside the club

were in a private room with the manager, Ma'am Fynn. Ruth sat beside me,

n. This will be her last shift here. I'm sorry about

ng, and Ma'am Fynn's expression was unreadable-whet

. If something like this happens again-and I hop

elax at my words. I looked b

n glanced at me and then return

tion as it grew quieter and quieter,

but I heard it. I didn't say anything and

o ask her if something had happened to her because the way

Ma'am Fynn had a worried look on her face. I glanced at Emerson, and he seemed both

Get some rest... There might be reporters coming if we keep

to me that the President was here and had entered without

someone take one? It might tarn

p look. I was just ask

.' Stop acting like we'r

ebrow at him. In front of these t

ns in this country, so I'm obligated to

refusing to

zens; you forgot we got engaged

k at his words. I didn't

him. We didn't even go through the boyfrien

also shocked. Even Ma'am Fynn took a sip of w

m Fynn, you're a great manager. We'll be going, Mr. P

mmediately stood up and

e, both of you. Ruth, be

personal bodyguards offered to take Ruth home. I

Emerson's personal bodyguard," I whi

til the car

yed by what he said-it was so off-topic. Doesn't he

, I pointed my fi

ther or getting engaged! I don'

, and the yellow light illuminating half of his face like an angel, he laughed teasingly and s

u to be labeled as a mistress if this

what happened the other day, the unexpected video spread, despite Emerson's security thinking

ns. However, one day, she slapped someone. We were at the mark

t even ha

osed to buy vegetables from, but no

was silent. She just smile

now with this video going around, she look

reacting. I smiled at the

heerfully said t

r body to seduce the Presi

They might follow in her footsteps because of her behavior," anothe

her. Mama followed

a gossip? So what if I'm a mistress? So what if I used my body? Are you jealou

poor, yet you dream of reaching the heavens. Know your place; you

Mama slapped her other cheek. I was shocked by what

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