Where Bad Boys Are Ruined

Summary

I ate leftover cupcakes and cracked macarons for breakfast. I was 90 percent sure he simply ate up girls like me. I was covered in paint splatters, cake batter, and sweat the first time I met him. He was covered in badass tattoos and a smile that seemed to hold a secret I would never figure out. Rule number one was never, under any circumstances, fall for the man to whom I wrote my lease check. So I tucked him away in the “Fantasize Only” compartment of my brain and called it a day. But he didn’t make it easy.  He was arrogant, funny, and the biggest flirt I had ever met. Most of the time, I didn’t know if I was just a game to him. If I didn’t know better, I’d say he was on a mission to ruin my life - and maybe my heart, too.

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