The President's Assistant (The Bosshole, #2)

by Mia Faye

I spoke my mind and didn’t have a problem contradicting people when they were wrong. I was no wilting flower, yet I also wasn’t someone who’d be caught in an office tryst. I was a woman who held her own and people hated me for it.

Ophelia was my lifelong ride or die, but Eliza was my rock.

This world is not ready for a baby daddy as president.

Why did I hate that man so much? Maybe I felt like he stole my life and just expected me to want to give it to him.

“So, you’re saying I’m loved as much as dark chocolate or a cosmopolitan, but I have a ways to go before you’re willing to watch me drown in freezing cold waters after our ship sinks?”

I may not be your Jack, but you are... and probably always have been, my Rose.