I danced on the tables and on the bar of the club I was in. I commanded the attention around me, just as I did almost every time I went clubbing. I just didn't care when it came to my dignity. "Get off the fucking tables." I heard a loud growl meet my ears before I had the chance to look at the man before me. He wore a tight suit, his body one of lean muscle. I looked up until I was staring in to the most intense grey eyes. "Who are you?" I asked as I continued to sway my hips to the music. Was this man really going to tell me what to do? "The owner." He snapped. "I'm only going to tell you once." "Why? What are you going to do about it?" I smirked his way, irking him even more. His eyes darkened until they were stormy. "You'll find out soon enough." His voice was barely audible. "And I'm looking forward to it."

"Close your eyes." he croaked, I did as I was told without any disobedience. "Have you any idea how badly I want to kiss you right now?" I shook my head in reply. "Badly, so fucking badly." he whispered as his harsh breath fanned across my cheek. Dark haired and tattooed, Xavier looked like the ultimate bad boy...but weren't bad boys meant to have that boyish charm? The thing is, Xavier was extremely guarded, hot headed and quite frankly, scary. In fact, Xavier was many things but romantic and loving wasn't two of them. He was a building half built, a puzzle with half of the pieces missing... Until he met me. Warning: Bad language (lots of). A possessive delinquent that is guaranteed to make you smile (or cry.)

Stay away from that boy. That's what they all told me, but I was never one to be obedient. The Boy who Broke the Rules. All Rights Reserved. * He was the mysterious lonely boy who found her in a clearing and told her to stay still as he sketched a portrait of her. Entranced by his voice and intensity of his gaze, she let him draw her. But what lay behind his sketches and silent stares was something more. And she was willing to find out.