I watched as a thin stream of smoke escaped his nostrils... it was like watching heaven fall down at my doorstep.
I could tell that he was drunk, but his slurred words and slight mistep made him even sexier...
He punched his adversary's nose and beat him to a bloody pulp. I couldn't help but notice how his taut muscles rippled as he worked to protect his reputation. He was a fallen god, a mystery I couldn't wait to solve. He turned around and winked at me. Then walked out as everyone looked at him in shock...
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If I met such a guy, do you know what I'll do? I'll RUN.
If he drinks and smokes now, darlin, what makes you think he'll change after you guys start dating?
And how come all wattpad bad boys drink and smoke? And ride motorcycles without helmets on?
Can't a bad boy be bad without smoking and drinking?
Just asking.
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The bad boy woes
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