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Angelina Nelson is a Harvard graduate only known for her role as the president's wife. Being married to a workaholic, a cheating bastard isn't all it's cooked up to be.
Turns of events have her life on the line, and it's all in the h...
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3rd Pov
The movement of the elevator as it moves up is accompanied by the low elevator music. Standing in the middle preoccupied with their phone trying to get ahold of their forgetful husband cursing every time the call goes to voicemail.
"God dammit Ray" she cursed under her breath glaring at the caller ID.
She's been trying to call him for half an hour now and each time it always goes to voicemail, to his annoying voicemail.
" I'm sorry, but I'm busy right now. I'll make sure to call you back later" the pre-recording spoke for the tenth.
Her teeth clenched together to prevent her from shouting all sorts of profanities to express the irritation she was experiencing. Ending the call she sighs, taking a glance at the numbers at the top of the elevator doors. With only four floors to the twenty-fifth level, she distracted herself by playing games on her phone. The sound of the doors opening was followed by a ding to her designated floor, she lifted her head revealing eye-catching forest green eyes from the veils of her long shiny jet black hair, defined cheekbone structure, and healthy flawless tan skin that seem to glow from the sunlight from the large windows.
The receptionist's desk was empty but she didn't pay any mind to that, they must have gotten fired again. Adjusting her long sleeve red silk shirt that had a deep V that exposed her inner boobs accompanied by a black leader skirt with a slit at the sides, paired nicely with black heels. The only sound that could be heard was the click-clacking of her heels as she walked to the large double doors twice her height. Still distracted by her cell phone trying to postpone the interview to the next twenty minutes, she finally lifted her head paying attention to her surroundings when she came in front of the doors.
Reaching out to open the door she realized that it was slightly ajar but what surprised her were the groans and low breathless moans from the room on the other side of the door.
'So this is what that disgusting pig been preoccupied with ugh, how troublesome' she thought.
Opening the door enough to walk through, she went in quietly as possible. The image she walked in on will forever be engraved into her brain, her husband facing her direction eyes closed low groan leaving his lips with a brunette bobbing her head back and forth on her knees. Articles of clothes discarded on the floor, paper scattered all over, it's astonishing that they haven't noticed her presence yet. This is very concerning if you asked her but she really didn't mind it at all anymore maybe at one point in time she felt betrayed and angry, but now she just didn't feel anything toward the situation. She found it all amusing watching his face morph into a constipated frog each time he felt pleasure.
' He looks like he's about to wet himself, I haven't seen him make that face in ages how ridiculous ' she thought to herself.
"Pfff Hahaha, I'm sorry don't mind me continue" she waved her hand dismissively as her shoulder shook trying her best to stifle her laughter.
