Nola POV:
A cold burst of wind danced around my room, making my whole body shiver and my eyes shot open as I let out a groan. Why the hell did I leave that damn window open?!
I sat up and rubbed her face before I sprinted over to the window and slammed it shut before jumping back into my warm, cozy bed.
My head was pounding like crazy as I realized I drank a little too much last night with Oliver. Oh shít. I was drinking with Oliver last night. The President.
Oh fučk. The last thing I actually remember was going in to kiss him then nothing else. Fučk. I probably passed out on him. I'm so embarrassing to myself!
I rubbed my face as I thought about how stupid and embarrassing I am. And he carried me up to my room. Like Jesus Christ!
Ugh!
I grabbed my phone and seen a text. It said it was from Oliver. Um Kay, what the fuçk?
I opened up my phone and read the text.
Oliver: I programmed my number into your phone Incase you're ever in need of some help. We should meet up next time I'm in New York. I must leave to go back to the White House. But I assure you I'll keep in contact with you in you would like.
His text put a smile on my face.
I texted him back: Thank you for carrying me up to my bed and putting up with my drunk ass. I would like to definitely have coffee with you next time you're back in New York.
I shut my phone off before going into my back room. I turned the shower on and adjusted the water. Once I stripped down, I stepped inside the shower and let out a moan as soon as the hot water hit my back.
This felt so good. It felt even better when you're hungover.
I stood there for awhile before washing my hair and my body. When I got out I quickly threw in some clothes and checked my phone. A smile hit my face hard when I seen a text from Oliver: Sounds good. I hope you feel better. You drank quite a bit last night and I do have to admit you're hilarious when you're drunk.
Me: Well, thanks. I've never been told that before. Spend more time with your son, I can tell you have a deep love for him. Enjoy your time with him.
Oliver: I will, thank you. You're a great person to talk to. Take some Advil and eat something.
Me: I will. Thank you.
Turning my phone off, I shoved it in my back pocket before heading downstairs.
I grabbed a box of frozen waffles from the freezer and plopped them into the toaster before getting out whip cream and strawberries. As I waited for the waffles to be done, I cut up my strawberries. When the toaster popped I threw them onto my plate and smothered it with whip cream and strawberries.
I sat down at the table and ate it after taking a few Advil. I was thankful Grandma and another girl that works there we're going to be there today and didn't have to go in at all today. I wasn't really up for any baking or dealing with costumers.
Today felt like it was going to be a lazy ass day of binge watching Netflix.
Once I was doing eating, I headed over to the couch and laid down before flipping through a few shows and selecting one.
As I laid there and watched my show my phone dinged.
I opened it up and seen another text from Oliver: You're welcome. I do hope you feel better. Hangovers are a bitch. But as you are young, it isn't as bad as a thirty year old getting a hangover.
Me: Don't get drunk so much then 😂
Oliver: It is basically my job to drink. I must have a drink with whatever guest has came to speak to me, all the events I must attend and also, to get through those damn tiring meetings.
Me: Won't your wife get pissed you're texting me?
I know he didn't have a great relationship but I didn't want to ruin it. It could always have a chance at getting better, I guess.
Oliver: She has zero access to my phone, Nola.
Me: Okay.
Oliver: Next time in town, maybe you can finish that kiss instead of passing out.
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A Life I Didn't Plan For
RomanceOliver Sommers is thirty years old, just a few months ago he became president. But not by choice. In his early twenties his father forced him into politics and then both his father and his wife pushed him to run for president. Oliver didn't win bec...