My Bad Boy's Secret: A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance (10 page)

“I love you. I now fully believe, that when you know… you know… You know who the right one is for you. The one… and for me that person is you. I have waited so long for you, and somewhere deep inside you… You always knew I was the one for you. That is beyond both of us. Will you give me the honor of being my wife and becoming Mrs. Jackson Lane?” I said, bending down on one knee and holding the box open to her. She choked on her tears and could barely get the words out and then finally said, “Yes! Yes I will marry you!” As she came down on the floor with me and kissed me. I slid the ring on her finger and then we made love right there on the floor. Now I had vowed to give myself to her fully and forever.

Rosalyn

I stared at him holding the ring up to me while he was down on one knee. I could not believe that this was really and truly happening. A flash came before me, it was of a young me sitting in my childhood room staring at a poster on my wall of Jackson Lane, my Hollywood crush. The flash only lasted a second but it was as if the universe was telling me that it knew all along that this would be happening. Suddenly, everything in my life made sense. All the failed relationships I had had were because those men were wrong for me. The universe was freeing me so that I continued to be open to the man that was meant for me. The man whose picture I had stared at for so long hanging on my wall. All of the failed jobs I had had, every time I was fired or let go or quit was because I was to be a writer. Becoming a writer that was successful led me to my dream man. All of it finally added up and made sense. A part of me wished I had known it all along so that I didn't feel the pain of rejection from men and jobs throughout my life, but I'm sure it helped shaped me.

Now, I was here having the most amazing moment of my life that only got better and better with each minute I spent with Jackson. I jumped up and said yes! Of course I would marry him. He was the one, he had always been the one. It was a glorious moment that we celebrated by kissing, and our intimate kissing lead once again to amazing sex.

A month later we were married and it shut down all of the rumors and the scandal that had been quickly circulating. It stopped Casey from coming around and harassing us, she would now have to take our relationship seriously and let her hold on Jackson go. Our marriage was real and concrete.

The studio took our marriage seriously, and continued with our project. It was good news all around, but it wasn't the only news. I was pregnant with Jackson's baby. I had only sort of joked about him putting a baby inside me once a long time ago when I was thinking about my rival, Casey, but it actually happened. Now I had everything, everything I have ever dreamed of for so long. It was real. I have my dream career that I would share with my dream man, and now we were going to have a family. I was his wife and he treated me like a queen. He went from the notorious motorcycle bad boy, to my motorcycle dream man and partner in life and career. We worked on many projects together, including our new family. I had to admit that the very first motorcycle ride that I took with him was the beginning of the ultimate ride of my life. We rode off into the sunset and into our happily ever after just as in the many stories I had yet to write.

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BAD BOY BLAKE

Parts 1 -3

A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance

Chapter 1 – Rose

The clock in the car reads 8:30, but I know it’s actually later than that. The clock being 15 minutes slow is just one among the list of terrible things about this old piece of junk; the only car I can afford right now. I pressed down harder on the gas pedal, because showing up late on my first day of work is absolutely not something I want to do. Even though I managed to wake myself up at 6:30 to prepare myself and my kids, I still wasted so much valuable time sitting through traffic and getting lost finding the new school.

Moving across the country wasn’t something I ever wanted to do. I imagined that I would spend my whole life living in Seattle, where I was born and raised, but life had other plans for me. Atlanta is a totally different place, and I’m still getting used to everything here. But I figure that not having to ever see my ex-husband and his deadbeat family would be worth anything I’d ever have to endure way out here.

My kids don’t have a father and I don’t have a husband, but considering who that used to be, it’s a very good thing. I met Ricky back in college and fell head over heels for him. He was a dream to look at, a smooth talker, and had big plans for himself. It just goes to show that the guys with the best appearances, are usually the ones to watch out for.

We got married the same day we graduated, and everything went to hell the next day. It turned out that his “millionaire family” was on welfare, and the corporate finance job and fleet of sports cars he had didn’t exist either. I had put off all of my post-graduation plans for nothing.

Ricky wasn’t just a liar, though. He was also a pig and a thug. He’d been having other women in our bed even when we were dating, something I learned about from his dad, who thought that telling me about that would convince me to have sex with him. When I confronted Ricky about this, he looked like he had just crapped his pants. Then he laughed and dared me to stop him.

My parents gave us some money to live on, but after six months, they were sick of me and Ricky. They weren’t happy about us getting married from the start, and even stopped talking to me. They told me to come back when I got my life back on track, by which they meant get rid of my husband. A small part of me though, still remembered the boy who romanced me in the university, and I held out hope that I could change him. I hate my past self for being so naïve.

Ricky kept sleeping with half of the city, never even bothering to find a job and support the two of us. I did all sorts of odd jobs and worked numerous minimum-wage positions just to make ends meet, while he felt free to take my money anytime to buy things for himself. He usually liked spending my money on drugs, which made him either run away on benders for days, or made him tear up our apartment and beat me.

We got evicted just a few days before I went into labor. We knew I was pregnant before we married, and I had been excited at first about becoming a mother. I’d be lying if I said I never once considered getting an abortion at least a few times after seeing Ricky’s true colors. I gave birth to twin girls, which made Ricky even angrier. He wanted a boy.

After he was arrested for DUI a second time, I got one of my old friends, a newly minted lawyer, to serve Ricky divorce papers. It was a piece of cake to convince the judge to approve it, and I even got a restraining order to keep myself, Jessica, and Amber safe. I only wish I had left sooner.

I was single again, in debt, with two daughters and no idea what to do with myself. I moved back in with my parents, but unlike most young people, I had just escaped a nightmare of a marriage with the traumas to show for it. Having trouble sleeping and terrified of thinking about the future, I handled life one day at a time. I finally decided to apply for law school. It was my goal when I had started college to become a lawyer, but I’d abandoned that when I met Ricky. Now I planned to revive this dream, not only for myself, but for the sake of my daughters.

Working through four years of grueling studying, debating, and interning wasn’t easy, but my parents helped care for my kids, which took a considerable load off of me. It was invigorating to be back in school, to accomplish things for myself, and to work towards a goal.

I finally graduated last year, and I’ve had fewer panic attacks and flashbacks lately. I was originally, dead set on working in corporate law, but in this terrible economy, none of the white-shoe firms are hiring. So, I got a glowing recommendation from my friend and headed east to work in the Atlanta district attorney’s office. It pays well and it’s a big step for a rookie lawyer like myself.

Holy crap
, I thought as I narrowly dodged a truck. I’d been so occupied with my thoughts that I wasn’t even looking where I was going. I saw my exit flash up on a sign, so I got ready to turn left and get off the highway.

My cell rang, and I pulled it from my handbag and answered it. I smiled as I noticed the name and number.

“Planning on showing up to work today, or should I tell everyone that the new assistant DA already quit?” That sly voice always cheered me up.

“I’ll be there in five minutes, Luciana,” I replied playfully. “Then again, maybe I won’t. You know I never even wanted to go into criminal law in the first place. Everyone knows the real money in being a lawyer is being in business for yourself.”

“Don’t screw with me, Whitney,” retorted Luciana with amusement “after everything I’ve done for you, I’m ready to see you help me out. You’ve got a bright future here in Atlanta, if you work hard.”

Luciana and I have known each other ever since high school. She moved around a lot and we haven’t seen each other as much as we would like, but the two of us are like sisters. She’s the one who was my divorce attorney, gave me all the advice I needed to survive law school, and helped me land this job. If there’s one thing I definitely prefer about Atlanta over Seattle, it’s living in the same city as my best friend.

“I can’t wait to start,
Lucy
,” I said, knowing that she wouldn’t be happy to hear that. She’s a proud Italian, and gets frustrated that so few people can pronounce Luciana correctly, and just call her
Lucy
instead.

“You are this close to getting assigned to paralegal work,” Luciana hissed. “Don’t forget, in a couple weeks we’re having an office party for Halloween. Make sure to come so I can introduce you to some of the bigwigs in the local city government. Plus, there ought to be plenty of hot guys for you to pick apart.”

That last part made me stiffen. Call me cautious, but after everything I’d suffered, I was in no position to start dating again. I was too busy working, being a parent, and trying to get accustomed to a new city where I knew no one. Deep down, I did miss dating, and I didn’t want to be single forever, but I had too many good reasons to not get mixed up with man just yet.

“That would be nice,” I said, pretending to sound excited. As I talked, I saw City Hall loom in front of me. Time to start a new chapter of my life.