"Eric 'Jackpot' Davenport was the President of the United States. Probably the worst one yet and after a brutal attack, one that claimed the life of his aide and close friend, he decided to seek protection from people he would never have imagined himself with.

He finds himself stuck on an island with a bunch of assassins who only know how to push his buttons and pull triggers. 

What happens when he falls in love with one of the assassins? The one who hates him the most? The one who has a boyfriend who would do anything to keep her with him?"

The President’s Assassin

"Stop it, Vladimir. I'm trying to cook" she tried to wiggle her way out of his hold but he wasn't having it.


"And you look too damn gorgeous at it, Kitten" he whispered causing her to laugh again.


"They will be back soon" She tried to convince him but he knew better. He shook his head childishly before resting his head on her breasts covered by nothing but the shirt he wore yesterday.


"They will be back in four hours, Rey. I really want you" he begged with a pout and she shook her head like a mother would.


"You barely let me get any sleep last night. Why don't you let me cook and I'll see what we can do about it?" he raised an eyebrow and his stomach growled.


"Fine but only if you let me help you" 


"It's cute that you thought you had another choice" he laughed and watched as she pulled the chicken out of the oven. 


Chapter 12