After a face surgery, I revenge on my Ex-husband

A smirk spread across my face, and placed my hands on the side of my cheeks and looked at his, narrowed my eyes, “Why’d you ask? You should know the answer to that already or don’t you?”

He grabbed me by my neck and drew me closer to himself, “Look here, tell me what I want to hear,” his voice hoarse and his eyes dilating.

“Tell me what you think my answer will be, you are choking me,” I muttered in between breaths.

“You choose, yourself?” he asked and I raised an eyebrow. “No, I choose you over your son and myself,” I said in a whisper and trailed my fingers around his chin.

“Tell me whatever you want,” the president muttered with a smile spread across his face.

“I want you, that’s the only thing I want,” my lips pouted at the end and he narrowed his eyes. “Are you serious? You want me alone?”

Nodding my head, I replied, “Yes, I want you alone. Nothing else matters.”

“So where are we going to?” I asked, leaning on his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around me, “I’m taking you to see my friends. You know, meet the affluent,” he huffed and I rolled my eyes at him.

“You sound like before I met you, I never met any of them before I met you,” I replied bluntly and he shook his head.

“That’s not what I meant but anyway, it’s still the same thing. The ones you met are no way closer to them,” he scoffed.

“Look here, how’d you think I met your son in the first place? Are you dense?” I asked with irritation in my voice.

“Oh my queen Is pissed off, I’m sorry, don’t get mad, my pride is too high, I know,” he inched closer to me and kissed my cheeks.

“That’s okay,” I muttered bluntly.

The drive was a long one but thankfully, we arrived at the venue. Just like the magnificent statue of the president’s house, the building we drove into was as big as his with cars flocking around the entrance of the house.

“Come down my love,” he said to me as the guard opened the car door for the both of us to come out. My eyes looked down at my chest and I sighed, moved closer to his ears, and whispered, “If you were bringing me to this kind of a place, you shouldn’t have let me wear something like this. How fair is this?” I questioned and he smiled.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

Leaning back in my ear, he whispered, “I know, you don’t like it but that’s what I want and choose. It’s not too bad. You look so hot in it,” he muttered and I rolled my eyes at his answer.

Climbing the stairs, I continued even though I knew it was too late and there was nothing I could do about the dress I wore, “To be honest, there is no difference between me and a stripper, how would you feel when the gaze of your friends travel and roam around my body which you adorn so well?”

“They can only look but can’t touch honey, put that thought aside,” he replied with no care in the world.

“Okay, but next time, I won’t do this. You’ll also have to respect my wish!” I spoke with authority in my voice and this president gave me a hard glare and I glared back into his eyes.

We walked up and my eyes met the men sitting around the table chatting and laughing. Inside the room, they lifted their head and exclaimed, and one of them said, “The president! We were expecting you a long time ago and who is this beautiful lady you are with?”

The eyes of the men traveled all over my body, making me feel so uncomfortable and I felt like I could just disappear from their presence. The president drew me closer to himself and kissed my forehead again while I averted my eyes from the men whose eyes lurked with lust then the president chuckled slightly and replaced, “This is my lady. The queen after my heart.”

My heart skipped a beat when they all burst into laughter at the president’s reply. In between the laugh, one of them commented, “I could as well steal her, you know make her mine too,” then he gave a sly look.

Another man remarked, “I mean, she doesn’t look real like looks like a Greek goddess. How did you manage to win her to be yours?”

I could hear one of the men whisper as I sat down with the president, “You know what money can do, what sort of stupid question is he asking?”

With a straight face, my eyes looked at the men with their tailored suit and their skins fresh, some of them looked forty and between the ages of sixty.

“Not going to lie she looks hot,” someone chipped in and the president clapped, then grunted “Enough, I don’t want more commentaries and kick out any lustful thoughts away, and don’t let me catch you staring.”

“Look here, if I were you, I wouldn’t let her walk in these clothes which she wore. I mean it’s more like a slut and you know there’s nothing you can’t do to me so don’t keep that face at me. Do you feel comfortable in what you are wearing? I mean who am I to judge? I’m no saint,” the man on green added and shook the glass of wine in his hands and gulped it all in.

“That’s enough everyone, I can smell jealousy. I asked to her wear it and shut up your mouth. She’s beautiful and I like her in the dress. That’s the only thing that matters, I don’t want any more talk, and please respect that wish. I didn’t bring her here to come and be the topic for our discussion,” the President glowered, his voice hard and icy as he glared at all the faces in the room then he turned and looked at me and took my chin and kissed me.

“I don’t feel comfortable here and I think you need to take me away from this place,” I leaned closer to his ears and whispered.

The president looked at me and back at the men there. He widened his cheeks for a second and muttered, “No. We ain’t doing that,” with his mouth in my ear.

I twitched my lower lips and smiled back at him while the men watched the tension going on between us.

Watching the men taking shots of drink, I picked out my phone and began texting Lilac to take away my mind from the men. Grunting, the president turned to me and whispered, “I will be back now.”

“I’ll wait here?” I asked but he already lifted his face and stood up, walking away while I sat behind the men.

As he left, the men kept talking and one of the men coughed and turned to me, “So how’d you meet the president?”

Faking a smile I replied, “I don’t think that should be your business man. That’s not what I came here for, if you want to ask such questions, ask your friend whenever you see him and leave me alone”

“She’s so blunt,” one of the men said and another replied, “But I like my woman blunt like that to other men”

I rolled my eyes and fixed my eyes back on the phone which I held while I waited for the president to return

“Well how about you tell us about yourself?” the first man added. Shaking my head, I gave a fake smile and asked, “Why?”

“Because we want to get to know you.”

“Why?” I slammed back and the other one replied, “Oh please!!”

Looking at the other person lean on another, he whispered and the other one shook his head and from his lips, I read, “Oh yeah she is acting tough but let’s how far this can go.”

“So.. can I get your number?” one of the men asked, walking up and sitting beside me where the president was sitting. “No, you can’t. Why? I won’t even give it to you in the first place,” I replied bluntly, crossing my legs and my eyes scanning the men in the room.

At that point, I noticed that one of the men was quiet all this while without saying a word to me. The quiet man in their midst rose his head up from the book which he was readying and looked at his fellow men with amusement spread across his face.

Who knows? Who knew that or what could make men of power and high authority fall so down and low?

With a smirk spread across his face, he opened his mouth to talk but shut it when I heard the footsteps of the president walk into the room. “Hitler, why are you sitting down in my place? Trying to steal my woman?”

I looked up at the president and smiled then my eyes met the quiet guy’s face and he smiled back at me, “I’m not trying to steal your woman. I was only keeping your seat warm for her. She’s tough not gonna lie, a rare gem too”

I didn’t know if he was trying to flatter me but for whatever reason he said that, I loved it. He was also aiding my plan and this was what I wanted. Imagine I threw myself at them, well even if I did. No blame, it’s all games.

The president’s twitched his lower lips and shook his head and the man who stood beside me stood up from the chair and the president sat down and leaned next to me.

“Hope nobody bothered you right?” his voice like a whisper. “Crazy of you to ask that question, I feel so uncomfortable and I want to go away from this place,” I replied bluntly and he moved his hands and crossed over at the back of my shoulder.

“You are beautiful in this!” he muttered. “You don’t need to say that to me again, are you just saying that this or doing this to make your friends jealous? I’m a pawn in your chess game right?” I whispered in his ear and let out a fake smile on my face as I inched away from his ear.

With a smirk on his face, he pulled me closer to himself and whispered,” Lean on me,” as he softly touched my forehead which slowly rested on his shoulder.

“God help me, I’m tired,” I mumbled in my head and shut my eyes.

“I think she wants to sleep,” I could hear a voice say and I opened my eyes to see who the person was.

The president replied, “Hey baby, you feel sleepy?” he slowly pushed me and I slouched back on the couch while he stood up from the seat and beckoned at me to stand up.

I shut my eyes back and I felt myself lifted from the seat. “Oh damn,” I gasped, burying my face into his arms as he carried me.

Hearing the car sound click open, he dropped me inside his car, and turned to the other side, with my eyes wide open. Entering into the car, he lifted my face, “I’m sorry for what I did to you by making you so uncomfortable in that outfit you wore.”

“It’s fine, whatever you want, I’ll do it,” I faked a chuckle and smiled at him.

“Look at him, what sort of remorse are you feeling now?” I said in my head as I watched his lips move and his chin widen.

“I’ll take you home now, I’m drained,” he let out adjusting his collar and wrapping his left hand around me and the room turned quiet.

In the moment of silence, my phone beeped and a message showed on the screen. “Give me that, let me see it,” the president said, stretching his hands out to me.

“No!”