Mommy, Is The President Our Daddy? The Ex-Wife’s Revenge

Asher’s POV

After hearing that she had gotten the abortion, I instantly relaxed.

I had been to a school earlier last week and saw three children that looked eerily like me. I had wanted to ignore the fact that we looked alike but the teachers and the parents around kept on emphasizing on that.

It was also during the same time that I had met up with zen. Of course I would think the children were mine, however after hearing that she had gotten an abortion, I was calmer.

I could now relax knowing that I was not an absentee father. The media would love to rally that around and even my opponents in politics would carry that as their slogan to win for the next election.

I noticed she was mad at me for some reason and I was confused on why this was happening.

“You look beautiful,” I smiled as she frowned even harder. “You know you look stunning. I can’t believe that this is you. You look amazing. You know, yesterday at the event, you were the most beautiful woman there. No one could compare with you.”

A waiter joined us with a menu in his hand as he smiled at me.

“Good morning Mr president,” the boy said. “Would you like to order?”

“No,” she said with a flat tone.

“Yes,” I replied with a smile. “Let me see your menu.”

He handed them to me as I zipped through them ordering the meals I knew were her favorite and my own meals before topping it off with a bottle of wine.

I stared at her with a smile on my face as she stared at me with growing hatred. If she had laser eyes, she would have shot me full of holes right now.

“I’m done having this conversation with you,” she said to me. “I came here to relax and you decided to be a nuisance to me.”

“I’m sorry about that. But hey, if you don’t want to talk to me I understand, I mean, that is the reason I ordered food so we can eat instead of talking.”

I wondered why she hated me so much. I had not done much wrong to her. I had been myself and told her what I wanted. It was not like I was not straightforward with what I wanted.

The waiter got our order on a trolley as he started to set up the table for us to eat.

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Zendaya’s POV

I could tell that this man was trying his hardest to keep me here with him but I did not want to stay any longer with him.

He had ordered us breakfast as he was determined to actually carry the conversation on and on.

“So tell me how life has been for you?” he stuffed his face with the lobster. “What do you do now? Where do you stay? All of that stuff.”

“I work at a company,” I said with a straight face while playing around with the berries on my plate. “I live somewhere up north.”

He dropped his utensils to give me a frustrated face.

“You seriously are not making things any easier for me,” he sighed. “No details?”

“That’s the best I can do.”

“So you can’t even tell me what you do and where you live?”

“That’s my information and not yours. I don’t feel comfortable sharing that with you.”

I was going to keep cherry picking as I did not want him knowing anything about my life.

“What about the man who came with you to the function the other day?” He asked as I rolled my eyes, dropping my fork in a noisy way.

“For the last time we are not together. He’s just a colleague. Are you purposely saying this to get me mad?”

On hearing those words I found him smiling even more. I picked up my fork and went back to eating.

In less than twenty minutes, we were done with breakfast as I got out my credit card to pay for my part of the meal.

“No, let me,” he said, getting out his card as the waiter appeared.

While he paid, I got up and started to leave the restaurant as he grabbed my hand, keeping me in place.

“I enjoyed today,” he said. “I would love to see you again.”NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

“I’ll think about it,” I sighed, taking out my hand from his grip as I started for the door.

Within me I congratulated myself for a job well done as I had succeeded in making him chase after me so quickly.

“Can I at least have your number so I’ll be able to call you later?”

“Why?” I asked with a hesitant look.

“So I can call you with it?”

“And what if I don’t want to give it out?”

“Please. Just give it to me.”

“You’re the president.” I chuckled. “You could easily get it from anyone you want. You’ve got spies under your payroll.”

“I don’t want to use my spies. I just want to ask and be given.”

Something told me he was not talking about my number anymore but I decided to give in and accept what he wanted.

“Sure,” I said, giving him my card which only had my name and my number on it.

“I see you’ve changed your name back to yours.”

“Did you want me to leave your own name attached to mine?”

“I’m sorry about that.”

“That is my number. I’ll be going now.”

I turned to leave the restaurant as I knew his eyes would follow me out of the restaurant. His eyes stayed on me the entire time until I had my phone buzzing.

I got out my phone to see an email from my assistant before bumping into someone by the door.

I looked up to see someone cussing out in a loud way until our eyes met.

I recognized her and I knew she did so too for her face was filled with surprise.