Chapter Ninety

Alistair got into his bathroom, did what he had to do, and dashed out of the bathroom. He walked to his wardrobe, brought out a three piece black suit, black trousers, with a black tie.

He walked over to where he kept his singlet, and briefs. He threw everything on the bed, and walked to his dressing table. He picked up his comb, combed his hair, and did whatever he had to do.

When he was done, he moved over to the bed, let down his towel, and his dick sprung out to the air. He picked up his brief, and quickly wore it, then he picked up his black singlet which he also wore.

After which, he wore his trousers, picked up his belt, before putting on his three piece suit.

(Fifteen minutes later)

He walked out of his room, and headed to the stairs. He looked over to the dining, he found his friends seated, waiting for him to join them. He doubled his footsteps, and walked to the dining room, he sat down, and they all muttered, "Good morning president Alistair."

"Good morning president? What