He crawls up to me, pulling down the silk that covers me, and kisses my breast. “Good morning. Slept well?”
I press a hand to his chest, kissing his shoulder. “I did. Best sleep I’ve ever had.”
He looks up at me, his eyes lighting up like a little boy on Christmas Day.
I understand now that no one knew this man before me. They may know him and love him as the President of the United States, but I know him as Mason.
Just Mason.
THE END!
AUTHOR NOTES:
I want to thank you for reading this. This is dedicated to my beautiful Mother Marie-Michelle, and to you. Yes, you reading.
Elizabeth Knox, Overzealous Alphas
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