I Married the President

"I... I think I’ll go take a shower." With that, Claire Sinclair started toward the bathroom.

Adrian Quincy wrapped an arm around her slender waist and whispered in her ear, "Claire, I want a taste."

"A t-taste of what?" Claire Sinclair’s body stiffened. A sense of foreboding washed over her, but at the same time, a thrilling sensation spread through her.

Adrian Quincy kissed her earlobe. "A taste of you... just like this."

"No..."

"Claire, I’ve missed you so much this month. Didn’t you miss me?"

"I did!" Claire Sinclair replied without a second thought.

A slight smile played on Adrian Quincy’s lips. "If you missed me, then give me you."

"..." ’That’s such a dirty trick!’

Just as Claire Sinclair turned to protest, his lips came crashing down on hers.

’Forget it. I’ll let him have his way.’

...

After a night of passionate entanglement, Claire Sinclair was thoroughly exhausted and nearly overslept.

To her surprise, Adrian Quincy hadn’t left. He was still lying beside her, sleeping soundly.

Claire Sinclair secretly studied his sleeping face. With his flawless skin, you couldn’t tell at all that he was a 28-year-old man; he looked more like a young heartthrob.

Without his suit, he looked very young and charming.

’She was beginning to think her man was devastatingly handsome, flawless even in his sleep. What kind of insane luck did she have to receive his affection?’

"Hee hee..." Claire Sinclair giggled to herself, lifting a slender finger to trace the contours of his face. She whispered, "You’re so handsome. What am I going to do when I get old?"

The words had barely left her mouth when he suddenly leaned in and nipped at her lip.

Stunned, Claire Sinclair subconsciously raised her hands to push him away. "You’re awake?"

Adrian Quincy pulled her into his arms, his voice tinged with sleepiness. "Claire, I want to hear you say my name."

"Adrian..." Claire Sinclair said softly.

Instantly delighted, Adrian Quincy followed up with a proper kiss, almost devouring her whole.

Luckily, the alarm clock rang just in time. Claire Sinclair fled into the bathroom as if for her life, rushing to get ready. She had to proctor an assessment in person this morning.

When she came out after getting ready, she was about to leave immediately, but Adrian Quincy stopped her. "Wait a second. I’ll go with you."

"Huh???" Claire Sinclair was stunned. "You’re going with me? I’m going to a show recording. What are you going for?"

Adrian Quincy said nonchalantly, "You could say I’m visiting you at work, or you could say it’s a surprise inspection. Define it however you like."

Claire Sinclair: "..."

’A work visit and a surprise inspection are both terrifying, okay!’

Claire Sinclair asked uncertainly, "Are you really going?"

"When have I ever lied to you?" Adrian Quincy retorted, and with that, he walked into the bathroom.

Claire Sinclair raised an eyebrow. ’This is no joke!’

She quickly pulled out her phone and sent a message to the director: Director, my boyfriend says he’s coming with me.

Director Lancaster: Your boyfriend?

ClairePot: Yep.

Director Lancaster: Young Master Quincy?

ClairePot: Uh-huh.

Director Lancaster: Holy crap, when will you two be here?

ClairePot: We’re still at the hotel, about to leave.

Director Lancaster: For the love of God, please try to stall your boyfriend! Don’t let him get here so fast, I need to have people get things ready!

Claire Sinclair smiled helplessly. ’See? The director is definitely panicking.’

ClairePot: Don’t be nervous. He said he’s just visiting me at work, but he also said it might be a surprise inspection. I have no idea what he’s really up to.

Director Lancaster: Fine, I’ll get things ready anyway. And we can give the contestants a surprise while we’re at it.

’A surprise?’

’Heh. More like a scare.’