The Bad Boy's Game

The Bad Boy's Game

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Summary "So we were paired up to be husband and wife for this stupid project. Why not act like it?" He said with a smirk. "Yeah keep dreaming. I just want to pass and you are not my type." I said walking away but his muscular arm extends in front of me causing me to stop. " Don't worry. I am the best at what I do honey." I roll my eyes. "Lets make a deal shall we? We do the project without the sex, but, if either of us falls for the other, we gotta date." Don't fall for it. Don't listen to that sexy accent. "And if I don't fall for you?" "Well then princess-" he says twirling a piece of my hair. "You have beaten the bad boy." ---------------------------------------------------------- British bad boy Mason Runner Loves breaking girl's hearts. At age 13 he moved here from London to escape a tramatic event. Now living in New York, he hurts girls emotinally as a fun game. He's got the looks, the charm, the accent, and the troubled past to make the perfect bad boy. Regular American teenager Abby Levrick, dispises Mason. She always knew he was no good and stayed away from him until they were partners for a husband and wife health project for four weeks. Even though Abby dispises Mason, she makes a deal with him.
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"Well, well, well. Who do we got here?" An annoying voice mocked me. I clenched my teeth and faced him with a glare, while his eyes raked my whole body. Again. He stopped in my thighs, his eyes widening a little. I couldn't help but pity myself. Surely he's never seen legs like mine, with his sex crimes he's probably used to seeing long, thin, sexy legs, while mine are short, strong, but stubby. "What do you want?" I snarled. His eyes came back to mine, and he smirked."Chill ThunderThighs." I gave him a mean look, is he seriously insulting me right now ? ☆☆☆☆ Disclaimer:I'm still editing the first few chapters but i promise you it gets better:)

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