after a prank gone terribly wrong, hayden jones is sent across country to caldwell academy, a school for the bitchy, the dangerous and the rebellious. and if that wasn't bad enough, it becomes much worse when hayden is accidentally put in the male dormitory, landing her in a room with the school's notorious heartbreaker, chase everett. [not edited...like at all]

sequel to bbr. please read that first :) ☆☆☆ hayden jones has been through a lot. a lot more than someone her age should. now finished her second year of college, hayden needs a break. lucky for her, her fabulous cousin spencer is celebrating his twenty-first birthday in hayden's home town. but as much as she hates it, drama is never far from hayden's life because her ex is also invited; the stubborn and ridiculously good looking chase everett.

And there I stood, with my mouth wide open, my hands shaking, and my legs frozen. My boss looks up from his victim that is laying dead at his feet before wiping his bloodied hands on his shirt. As he saunters over to me, with a devilish hint in his eyes, all I could think about was how freaking pissed I was for my own body betraying my mind when it told me to run. I take a deep breath and close my eyes as he reaches his red stained hands towards my face, knowing this could be my last moment on Earth. Bracing myself for death to happen upon me, I clench my eyes shut tighter and curse myself for not being more brave. You might be wondering how I've ended up in this situation. Well, it all started 6 months ago, when I met the gorgeous stranger who now is holding my fate in his hands....

Book 2 of the My Boss series. He came at me out of nowhere, terrifying me for a brief moment. But I'm not the girl I used to be when I lived in Charleston, I'm stronger now. Lars Moretti made me realize the strength I really held, Lars Moretti made me realize I deserve better than this, Lars Moretti made me realize I can stand up for myself. In my moment of thought, my attacker had the chance to grab me by the throat and slam me to the ground, kicking me in my gut, throwing my newly fragile body feet away from him. My eye sight is hazy, and I'm trying to make sense of everything happening as he stalks towards me. My memories flash in my head, for a quick second. All I can hear are the names he's called me. All I can feel are his hands on me. All I can comprehend, is the abuse I went through because of him. With my anger rising, I grab my concealed handgun, feel my finger on the trigger, and before I know it, my ears are ringing from the explosion of the gun. I look in horror at the sight before me. Mike lays on the ground, dead. "Oh my god, I.....I....kil....killl.....killed someone" I say, stunned. And in that moment, there's no thinking, there's no hesitating. In that moment, I know there's only one person I can call about something like this. Lars Moretti.