"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 clenched his jaw, staring at his suitcase. He remembered how he didn't want to even be here months ago but now, all he wanted to do was sit still.


"Fuck!" He spat, kicking the suitcase. His heart was racing. He was scared but it was mainly because of Rey. What if she never came back? What if he never saw her again?


"What did the suitcase do to you though?" Rey's voice calmed him immediately and he turned around to face her. She looked extremely beautiful but when did she not.


Her long braids were in a bun and she donned a pair of blue ankle ripped jeans with a white crochet top.


"Uh hey" he whispered, walking towards her.


She leaned against the door jamb, looking up at him as he leaned against the wall.?


Rey could see the emotion swirling in his eyes and she wished people could choose who they fell in love with. She loved Vlad. She did.


"You look...extremely beautiful" Eric confesses and her lips spread into a smile.


Chapter 30