"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 planlet 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 stumbledright into his arms, in the back seat of his Maybach.They call him Mr. Tremendous for a reason.That night, my sensesand my dressdidn't stand a chance

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