"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

Eric's eyes tried to adjust to the darkness and it took a while until his eyes settled on the familiar shadow of Rey. He flicked the bedside light on and he let out an audible gasp when his eyes were set on a puffy-eyed Rey. 


"Fuck me" her voice was hoarse and she began to wrestle his white tee off him. His heart pumped as she ripped the top off and his jaw dropped when she pulled the satin nightdress she was wearing off and her breasts came bouncing right in front of his eyes. His cock grew under her and for some reason, he wished it was a dream. He licked his lips and glanced at her. Tears ran down her face and he gulped.


"You can't do this when you're so emotional" he bit his lip, wondering why the hell he wasn't fucking her brains out. He tugged on a loose braid and his eyes dropped to her breasts again.


"Fuck" he shut his eyes and when he wasn't expecting it, he felt her lips on his.


"Please, Eric" she begged and he could taste the salt on her lips. 


Chapter 25