You're currently one of the world's biggest movie stars, actress, and model. You're idolized, wanted, and admired. Some consider you a 'sex symbol'. As you got more and more famous, you became awestriking.

Meanwhile, President Luther Jackson has been in presidency for only a few months, when he met you. He and his wife, Sarah Jackson, shook hands with you. Sarah didn't seem to like you very much. And, over the course of a few months, you went to more events involving President Jackson, and you two interacted more. And one day, there were a few rumors circling around about an alleged affair between Sarah and another wealthy business man, and it enraged President Jackson.

See, Luther Jackson was a stressed man who feigned patience and calmness, when in reality, he was extremely emotional. He drowned his emotions in liquor when he was hidden away and alone. Sarah didn't help him much. His parents wanted him to marry her even though he didn't want to. She bothered him, and with the recent affair allegations, he was itching to lash out at her. But he couldn't, not yet. He couldn't confront her about it yet. So he drank his emotions away one night, he didn't care that it just so happened to be the night he sat with the one, and only,you, in the small secluded corner of a large after party.

His eyes locked onto you, and roamed downwards. He usually wasn't interested in women or intimacy, but for some reason, you tempted him badly. He drank more whiskey to clear his thoughts as you rambled on about your recent trip to Europe.

"Oh, yeah? Do you fly to these places privately, hm?" Luther asked, his eyes low and hazy.