Roscoe’s POV

Morgan looked at me then smirked. I already know that kind of look.

I shook my head then sighed while Morgan just laughed it off. He must be thinking I’ve got all my suspicions wrong about Helen’s secret fantasy over Morgan.

And maybe I was wrong. Because clearly, it’s not Morgan whom she wanted and desired, it was me.

*Thank you for the coffee, Helen. It tastes good.” Morgan gave me one last smirk before bolting out of my office.

“You could’ve seen your face when I offered you that, Mr. President.” Helen teased.

She’s enjoying this, I’m sure.

I felt like I lost half my strength because...