Shawn's POV"Damn it!" She's desperate. As soon as I'm out, I hurriedly put on my short and make my way back to the dinning. I hold Regina by her hand and in one smooth move yank her to her feet. "Ouch", she says with a nervous chuckle that's so unbefitting for my action, but I couldn't care less. Right now, that's not what matters. The only matter that holds any importance right now is the one painfully raging in between my legs. "Mr President is quite in a hurry to take his wife, isn't he? Chef Charles?" It's Carlos voice. I am not in any mood to attend to a lousy office help. So without sparingly my young CEO a glance, I issue him commands, "drop the files in my study and leave. The maids will be back soon to microwave the food, Charles", I say as I carry Regina bridal style to our room. "Darling? Shawn?", Regina's voice calls me gently, but I'm sorry not sorry, I can't afford to be gentle this time. "Let's go inside", I say through gritted teeth as I start to lead us thro
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