My Sassy President Novel Full Novels & Stories

Alyssa was pushing her panties up and patting her dress down when Richard unlocked the door. It had been almost an hour. Her desk was a mess and she hissed at him to not open the door until she got that fixed. “Help me.” She ordered and he did as told. The President of the US kneeled collecting documents at his mistress’s wish. That’s how much she had over him.

I watch it sink in and they nod and let it go. Later that night after we spent hours making love to each before exhaustion took over. "I love you guys so much. I can't believe I tamed former manwhores and had their babies." I tell them cheekily earning a swat on my ass from Tyson "well you're stuck with us love" Toni says kissing my forehead. "I know one thing though. You are and will always be our sassy sweetheart" Tristan says as we all fall asleep from exhaustion. (A/N: thanks for reading my first book ever! I have started the second book in this series and will be posting it shortly)

Eyes widened, Xavia was quick to say, “P-president Harrison! What are you-” “It’s a pleasure to meet you again, Xavia… Also, just call me Sophia. I’m no longer the president of the Harrison Group, remember? That aside, I’m here to be your new maid. Now, I know this sounds flabbergasting, but I was already looking for a job anyway. Again, I’ve lost my previous position, and after losing my baby as well… I just sort of veered down this career path. It’s only proper considering all the sins I’ve committed…”

Sarah said, “Yes." "I am speaking to Hill Corporation. You have been selected as the assistant to the President, and you can join tomorrow." Sara remembers the conversation between her and Nicholas and becomes very angry. Sarah said, "I am not interested in working for your President; tell him that." She disconnects the call. **************************** Sarah goes to her other job and asks her boss there too She asked for advances, but to no avail. She was walking on the road, tears flowing from her eyes, and there was no hope of help from anywhere.

A couple of girls nearby smiled at us before going back to hanging white lights along the ceiling. “You know,” Harper said, crossing her arms, “I expected more complaining.” “Oh, I’m just getting started.” “Good.” She reached up and patted my cheek. “I like you noisy.” I blinked. “Did Miss President just flirt with me during work hours?” She lifted her chin proudly. “Maybe.” I stepped closer. “Careful.” “Why?” “I might report you.” Her eyebrows lifted. “To who?” I pretended to think. “The president.” “I am the president.”

Meanwhile Stephanie walked out of the private room and headed to the restroom, after using the restroom, washing her hands and fixing her hair , just she was about to step out, she overheard a couple of people nearby whispering about Nathan -the name piqued her curiosity and she stayed back. “I just saw the CEO of the Robinsons family Corporation and a group of elite men walking into the restaurant.” "I overheard President Robinson discussing with President Reed, the CEO of the Reeds Group. President Robinson just got back from a business trip abroad, and instead of going home, he called his friends and they came here instead. Does he really hate his wife that much?”

She has ruined my image in front of the president. I increased the hold of my grip as she let out an obvious grunt in pain.Gnashing my own teeth together, I blurted out just before realising that I had given her a hot topic to gossip now, " You bitch! You leave your undergarments always on my spot. For christ sake, today Mr President had seen those nasty clothes too." She looked stunned before gasping and asking out in disbelief, " Wait? What? Mr President has visited your apartment today for real?"

he asked. My mind registers what he said, but it only took me a minute to have those flashes of us again playing at the back of my mind. I bit my lip and met his gaze. “President.” One word. President gave me those flash drives together with the old journal of the late senator, but I won’t be saying that. I needed to read the journal because I needed to know what happened before. His forehead creased as he heard what I said. “No, he didn’t,” he said, and now is my moment to have my forehead creased into confusion.

I was about to go but he held my hand stopping me from moving further and making the tingles I had felt before from our brief touch increase, I felt warm. "The book in your hand, where did you get it? '' he asked coldly. It was the same question Cassie had asked me when she saw it. "Cyrus gave me" I replied looking at the book that caught the president's interest "You and Cyrus seem to be getting along," he said, annoyed. " He treats me well," I replied. He got closer to me, we were now only a few inches apart "it seems you enjoy the company of males" he said with distaste.

“In fact, I’d be very interested in picking you up, throwing you over my shoulder, and carrying you right into my bedroom.” My God, he’s brazen. No one has ever spoken to me like that. Hell, no one would ever dare speak to the President’s daughter like that—certainly not the far-too-appropriate men I’ve dated, the ones who wear suits and have the best educations money can buy. This man is in no danger of being one of those too-appropriate men.