His Precious One

"Do you really want to be known for sleeping with the President?"

I sighed. The last question I wanted to answer.

Falling for the devastatingly handsome presidential candidate was never my plan—let alone becoming another notch in his private suite. All I wanted was to intern and support my brother with special needs.

But somehow, I ended up as his date to a high-profile gala. Accused of being his latest conquest, I stumbled—right into his arms, in the back seat of his Maybach.

They call him Mr....