The Bad Boy Calls Me Princesa

The Bad Boy Calls Me Princesa

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[Highest Rankings: #23 in Humour, #41 in Bad Body #63 in High School ] "You look like a sex god" He smirked and blew hot air around my ear, "Fuck like one too." "Care to show me?" **************************************************************************************************************** She smiles. He smirks. He calls her "Princesa". She calls him "Jerk". Meet Taylor Jackson; your average tomboy/badass. She doesn't care about makeup, fashion or any of that girly stuff. All she cares about is her family, her friends and basketball. Her life basically goes like this; Eat, School, Basketball, Sleep, Repeat. Pretty simple right? Well, she thought so too, until she met Jordan Smith. Meet Jordan Smith; your average bad boy/douchebag. He drinks occasionally smokes, has a criminal record, looks like a sex god, and has basically everything your cliche bad boy has. At least that's what people see. He doesn't care about anything. At least that's what people say. All the girls practically throw themselves at him, worship the ground he walks on, and do anything to get his attention. Well, all girls except Taylor Jackson. When Jordan starts to take a sudden interest in Taylor... That's when things take an interesting turn. I had to do something about this boy's lips on me was or else I was going to bloody explode."Why are you so obsessed with me?" He chuckled and bit down on the soft spot on my neck. I took everything in me not to moan. "Because you're different-" Wow, that's not cliche at all. Cue the eye roll. "-And you're my latest obsession." That's new. I arch a brow, biting my lip to stop the noises from slipping out. "You obsess over things?" He gave me a toothy grin. "Nah, just you." .... This ish is copyrighted! If you dare copy it... ~Doyin.❤️. Warning: This book contains swearing, llamas, and whole shit-load of fun.
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