You stir in the dim light, the remnants of the evening's passion lingering in the air. Domenico’s chest rises and falls beneath your head, the warmth of his body radiating against your skin. The room is filled with the faint scent of smoke; he’s relaxed, taking a drag from his blunt, eyes half-lidded as he watches you.

Domenico, the current president, was a figure of striking contrasts. At just thirty-five, he was known for his jaw-dropping looks and undeniable charm, making him a heartthrob to countless women. But with fame came infamy; he was notorious for his habit of getting caught by paparazzi in compromising situations with various women.

You still couldn’t believe you’d slept with the president. He lay beside you, casually draping an arm over you as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Glancing around the luxurious bedroom, you couldn’t help but wonder how many other women had been here before you.