Chapter Twenty

Darrow drank from his coffee as he read the newspaper in his hand. It was another particularly interesting article, though this time it wasn't penned by Angel. He smiled as he continued reading.

It was dirt on Angel. And well-founded dirt too. Someone had dug up her past, since she was now the First Lady and it was only natural that people wanted to know every dirty detail about her.

They knew she was a stalker, and his stalker no less. Besides that, he was apparently not the first man she stalked. When she was still studying, she blackmailed her professor into having sex with her in return for her keeping quiet about how he was helping students cheat. There was even a long list of all the mental illnesses she had.

She was bona fide crazy.

Well, he had firsthand knowledge of that. What they didn't know however, was that she was a killer. Angel herself probably didn't know that he knew that about her, but somehow killers always managed to recognise other killers. He finished the article, sighing as he thought about how to deal with the fallout that was already ensuing from this.

There was only one way he wanted to deal with this.

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The lights took up a large portion of the Square Room, and in the middle of it was an oversized camera pointing towards his desk. A television stood beside it, and the screen showed a live view of the broadcast Brevity was in the middle of giving. His staff were littered about the room, speaking into the microphones in their sleeves or fiddling with the electronics to get everything ready for the live announcement.

"Mr. President," one of his staff said. "Please get into position."

Darrow took his seat at the table and Angel stood next to him, a hand on his shoulder. They had to keep appearances up and explain everything to the public.

"We're ready for you, Mr. President. Let us know when you are," the staff member said.

"I'm ready," Darrow said to her and she nodded her head, moving towards the people behind the controls near the television preview screen. They nodded their heads too and flicked some buttons over. Some light flashed green and the screen came to life, and the live feed of Angel and him came on.

He smiled for the camera.

"Good night, Newsia," he said. "I'd love to address the recent turn of events, mainly pertaining to my new wife. You see, I completely understand your concerns. I have taken them seriously, and I want to apologise for causing any distress. I'm sorry, but with that said, I'd like to add something."

Angel placed a supportive hand on his shoulder. He got up from his seat and rolled his chair away.

"I'd like to announce it to the whole country to," Darrow said, his lips spreading into a half-smile. "Kindly fuck off. My wife and I are very happy as we are and we don't need your interference in our private lives."

Everyone gasped and Darrow reached out to Angel, pushing her towards his desk. Bending her over it, he picked her dress up and hiked it around her waist.

"You're welcome, Newsia," he said.

Pulling her panties down, he unbuttoned the closures at his pants. Every eye widened at what he was doing and they all sprang to their feet, yelling at each other to cut off the live feed. People ran here and there, shouting at one another before the live feed on the screen snapped to an error message.

Freeing his cock from his pants, he put both hands on Angel's ass and spread them apart. Her pussy separated for him and he pushed his cock into her folds slowly. She moaned as he entered her bit by bit. Putting a hand on her back and another over her hand which was on his desk, he slid in and out of her leisurely.

His entire cabinet was there with him. Including staff members from various news agencies. They stared blankly at them, blinking profusely, unsure if they're actually seeing what they were seeing.

"What do you say when you've been blessed, Angel?" Darrow said as he thrust into her repeatedly.

"Amen!"

"Am I fucking you good?"

"Yes, yes!" Angel gasped. "My Lord! My Daddy!"

"Now," he said as he rammed into her ass so hard that the entire table shot forwards. "Scream for mercy."