"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 flashed the press a false grin he had perfected in the mirror last night. Hope stood behind him in a baby blue dress he had to admit looked good on her.


Hope was the safer option. No ties, no strings attached and still safe.


The elections had begun and he knew he was going to win but this time, it would be different. He had changed from the man he once was.


Was it possible to say he had grown? Yes, a thirty six year old man had grown in a matter of months but it wasn't physically. Mentally and emotionally.


Women could be just as strong as men. The color of a person's skin had nothing to do with what they could do. He had realized that too.


His mind fluttered back to Rey and his heart skipped a beat before he nodded, finalizing the press session. He spun around and walked away.


Chapter 31