Mr. President's substitute wife~
Willow's breath hitched, her eyes wide with different emotions coursing through them. One was heavier than the rest, though. Panic.
"What are you talking about? Now I have to report to you whenever I see someone? Is that it?" Willow barked out defensively, arms wrapped against her chest protectively.
Alejandro was taken aback, a smirk resting on his lips. He stepped closer to her, and she tensed up, memories of the nights she had spent in his home flashing in her head over and over again. He stopped dead in his tracks, jaw clenched hard. He grabbed her arm tightly, drawing her much closer to him.
Willow gasped at the contact, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. What the hell is wrong with him?
