Rule #4: You Can’t Trust the Bad Boy

He was supposed to be my escape for the weekend. I wasn’t supposed to fall for him. My life feels as if it’s spiraling out of control the moment Mom and Dad inform me that come Monday, I’m heading to Italy to “get to know” the son of an important business investor. Apparently, it’s my responsibility as a daughter of a hotel tycoon or something. I want to be a good daughter, but I’m tired of being looked over. I’m tired of having my life planned out for me. So when I run into Jet Miller, the bad boy with a motorcycle, I pay him to take me away for the weekend. He’s convinced that I won’t fit into his life, but I don’t care. I need this break. Two days of freedom quickly change into something more, and I find myself falling for Jet. Only, he doesn’t know that once our 48 hour escape is over, I’m gone. And I don’t know how to tell him. Some rules are meant to be broken.