I smiled "Doug, you've been asking to take me on a date for years."
"It wouldn't have been 'years' if you'd say yes and stop playing hard to get"
"What makes you think I'm playing hard to get?"
"You flirted with me a couple of times"
I've never ever flirted with him??
"Oh, really?"
"Yes, you said and I quote 'you're a very handsome guy, but I won't go on a date with you because I'm not ready for a relationship'"
I said that so he could leave me.. He's been trying to take me on a date since the first time we met and that was in 2019. It's 2024 and he still hasn't gotten the hint.
"I was letting you down easy buttercup"
"It'll be better if you let me up and let me take you on a date tomorrow. If you don't like it we never have to speak again."
Promise?
"Okay"
"Is that a yes?"
"Yes." I'm not going on a date with him I'd kms no shade.
"If you're going to bail on me let me know before I pick you up"
"okay"
"I'll pick you up around 8"
GET OFF MY PHONE.
"okay, bye I have to get back to work."
I hung up the phone and finished studying over the case I was assigned to this morning. My mind kept drifting back to when we were in his office. I would definitely have sex with him but I have class and don't just be popping my pussy to anyone even if they're the potus.
Everything about him trailed in my mind repeatedly, I couldn't focus or concentrate on my work. I was starting to think I was having a stroke how hard I was trying to read my work and think about him at the same time.
I was definitely overstimulating. I stopped what I was doing and decided to go home for the day and finish my work there.
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When I got home I decided to take a 30 minute nap that turned into a 5 hour nap. I woke up and checked the time on my watch jumped back. I swear my soul left my entire body.
"How did you get in my house?"
"Hello, to you too, Ms. Harris."
This is getting creepy.. I can't even sleep in peace in my own house
"How did you get in?"
"You left your door unlocked, you should he more careful. You should be glad it's me in here and not anyone else." he smiled
"No, I didn't?"
"Yes, you did, how else would I have got in here Kamala"
"So, you checked to see if my door was opened before you knocked on it or rung the doorbell?" creepy ass n-word
"Well, no, I knocked on your door a couple times and you didn't answer so I checked your doorknob to see if your door was unlocked"
"You're lying"
"I am not, Kamala. I don't appreciate being called a liar."
"Okay, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that"
"Who is Doug Emhoff?"
"A friend?"
"Do your friends often ask you on dates?"
"I don't know what you mean" did this mouse tap my phone or something?
"Let me enlighten you Ms. Harris, you can't go on a date with him or anyone else for that matter."
"I can't?"
"Yes. You can't go on a date with anyone but me."
side eyes.
"I can't go on a date with you, Mr. President."
"Yes, you can Ms. Harris. You're choosing not to, which is a bad choice."
"Bad choice? for who?"
"You."
"Okay, well my bathroom is right there you should go fix your little issue down there Mr. President" I made a gesture smile
He scrunched his face up and looked down "Well, yes, excuse me. By the way, this isn't a little issue thank you very much Kamala."
"Kamala, it's not hard to say Barack"
He made a yapping movement with his hands and went into the bathroom. I feel asleep in my work clothes so I decided to change into a different outfit.
As I was taking off my shirt he walked back into the room "oh, sorry." he covered his and tried to go back into the bathroom but he hit his head into the wall.
He grabbed his forehead and fell to the ground "DAMN."
I tried to hold back my laugh "are you okay"
"Yup, totally fine over here"
"Are you sure?"
"Yup, yup, you should hurry up and put a shirt on"
"If I don't?"
"I'd have to go fix my big issue again"
You can fix it in me "okay, give me a second"
I turned around and finished changing my clothes. After I was done I walked over to him and put my hand out to help him up. He grabbed my hand and pulled me down into his lap. I slapped him again. On purpose.
"Oh, I'm so sorry I didn't mean to do that."
"Next time you slap me, I'm putting you in a head lock Kamala."
I raised my eye brows "You're too big."
"You're too little"
"I'm average height, Mr. President. You're not."
"I'm also not average in other parts but continue"
"Proof?"
"Ms. Harris, that is really inappropriate of you to say"
We started laughing "I'm being serious tho"
He picked me up and placed me on the bed and started to unbuckle his belt. He took it off and unbuttoned his pants.
knock knock.
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Okay so I lied Doug is in the book. Ima have Obama beat him up. #BOYCOTTINGDOUG
