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

Asher’s POV

I awoke to see that she had gone and this didn’t please me one bit. I had thought she would stay with me even if it was for a while until I had woken up.

I picked up my phone to call her numerous times until she picked it up.

“Hey, you didn’t wait for me to wake up,” I sighed. “I’m missing you right now. Why did you leave?”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” she whispered.

“Zen?”

“Can you stop?!” she yelled at me, getting me by surprise? I had not expected that from her. “I’m sorry,” she apologized. “Work called and I had to be there.”

“It’s fine. Last night was beautiful and I had no idea you were sweeter than before. I loved every minute with you. We’ll meet up soon?”

“Yeah, sure,” she said.

“I’d want to have a day with you and the children.”

“Asher… I don’t think that’s a good idea right now.”

“Then when is the good time for it?”

“How about tomorrow when we’ve actually planned something out? We can’t do anything now.”

“Yeah, I understand.”

I got to my feet as she dropped the call. She was acting strange to me. Last night was a wonderful night for me.

I remembered sliding in and out of her and it made me look down at the erection I had. Just thinking about how we had violated each other made me smile.

All the styles we had used, the places we had done it.

I walked to the table by the window to see a wet mark there. Touching it with my finger, I took it to my nose to sniff. It smelled like her. Her insides had made me go crazy that night.

I wanted more of her. I wanted to do this again with her and I never wanted to stop.

If there was a way to keep her by my side forever so I would have this mind blowing sex over and over again, I would do it.

I entered the bathroom to wash up, emerging to change into my new outfit before leaving the apartment.

As I drove through the empty street, I could not stop thinking about what I could do for the children.

I wanted them to be on my side even if it was for a second. I loved them and I wanted to start acting like a father towards them.

That way they would start seeing me as their father and not a random stranger.

I had no idea how I was going to apologize to them for not being there for them while they grew up. While they were born I had been absent. I had to apologize for that.

I started to bring up suggestions but they didn’t seem like they would work.

I felt hurt thinking of how they had ignored me in previous times.

Maybe I could tell Zendaya to help me talk to them. What better way than to have the mother beg the children to accept me as their father.

I internally promised myself that if I finally got into their lives I would never let them go. I would stay with them and be by their side until the end of time.

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Zendaya’s POV

I slept for a bit, woke up an hour later to get ready for work.

I went to the bathroom to shower as I thought of the sex I and Asher had done. It was sweet. I wasn’t going to deny it, but I knew it was wrong.

We had fucked on the couch and he had handled me in way I didn’t know he could handle me.

We had gone multiple rounds like we were pornstars and I liked it.

My head hurt from how he had dragged it while hitting me from behind. I had felt him going deeper and deeper while my insides smushed together under the influence of his dick.

I was supposed to not be swayed by him at all. I was supposed to have my mind set on the prize but how could I when he was that good. When he had handled me like his personal prostitute, how could I leave him?

Travis never handled me like that. He was all about treating me like a gentleman. Sometimes I just wanted to be put in my place and manhandled.

Sometimes I wanted him to show me that he was the man of the house and that was what Asher had done to me.NôvelDrama.Org © content.

He had destroyed my insides, making me rethink my whole plans. I wanted to have more sex with him. I wanted him to keep railing me however he wanted.

My pussy flooded just thinking about him and I didn’t know if it was the shower or my insides producing the liquid.

I walked out of the shower and dressed up to go to work.

When I reached the door, I stopped as I decided to work from home since I was tired.

I changed back into pajamas as I got my laptop out with my files, headed for the dining table to sit and work.

I worked for some time before leaning back in my chair. I stared at the children who were watching the television and studied them for a while.

I had missed playing with them or talking with them for a while. I got up from my seat, joining them in the living room as we played for a bit.

When we were done, I fell on my back staring at the ceiling until I decided to tell them what was in my mind.

“I’m taking you guys somewhere this evening,” I said as they stared at me. “Do you guys want to come?”

“Yeah!” they all yelled.

“Where are we going?” Layla asked.

“We are going to meet your father.”

I watched their faces flood with horror as I instantly knew they couldn’t care less if he was dead or alive.