My Bad Boy's Secret: A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance by Nicole Price Read Free Book Online Page A

a notorious bachelor and I liked fucking who I wanted, when I wanted with no rules. Now there was suddenly a brilliant writer on my mind who made me feel things that I never had before. I must conquer these feelings, our work depended on it. I drove until the sun had set over the water, turning the sky orange and yellow. That was when I decided that it was time to head back home. I felt cleansed… But Rosalyn was still on my mind. Damn it!
     
    ROSALYN
     
    I had done it! I managed to have Jackson Lane in my home, and not jump on him. It was something I thought I would never be able to do, and I congratulated myself with a bottle of wine. I needed to get drunk, and hide my phone so that I didn't send any stupid text messages to him.
     
    I was relieved when the meeting turned out to be a legit meeting only about the project and that that evil bitch had not fucked it up for me. I was relieved that Jackson did not call the meeting in order to change things because of what had happened. He was keeping it between us… And I liked and admired that. It meant I could trust him. Underneath all that motorcycle leather and bad boy reputation, he was a good guy who treated humans like humans. It was all that I ever wanted in a man. “Ok Rosalyn, stop thinking this way. Think about your career. It is the most important factor right now, and you've worked so hard for so many years… No more romantic thoughts about this man.” I said to myself out loud, as though saying it out loud would cement it in my mind. One could only hope.
     
    Over the next three weeks, I made it a point to not be alone with Jackson. The project was in the development stages of finding a director and sorting out the finances for the budget, so the meetings were very limited. I only saw him one more time during the three weeks and it was only in passing. I was with my producer Dan, and Jackson was with his producer at the studio. Both of us were there for different reasons, and besides Heather in the hallway, we all greeted each other with the polite professional hello and then we were on our way.
     
    It pierced my heart to see him. As soon as I saw him I nearly fell over, he was that beautiful. However once it was over I felt good that I was able to get through it. Everything was going great except for one part of my life, my sublet. I had found another place to stay online that was close to where I was living now. However four days before I was supposed to move in, they canceled on me due to an emergency; something to do with exploding pipes under the sink and water damage. I was extremely stressed out. I was looking like I was going to have to move into a hotel, and it couldn't be worse timing because I had a very busy schedule, meeting with agents and talking about new projects that were on the horizon. I would be doing a lot of writing, pitching, and networking. I would have to go to many charity events, mixers, and dinners… my schedule was full.
     
    I finally decided to treat myself, and walked down to Sunset at the bottom of the hill to sit at a coffee shop and have a gourmet drink, hot and creamy. I pulled out my laptop and began looking through rental listings. At this short notice there seemed to be nothing available. I sighed a deep sigh, feeling completely helpless.
     
    “Still can't find a place?” a voice said from behind me. Shivers went up my spine soon as I heard the voice. It was after all and iconic voice that anyone could recognize… It was Jackson. I turned in my seat to see him towering over me at his 6 foot, 1 inch height. He always took my breath away, even before I knew him in person.
     
    “Well, actually I did and it just fell through today. So now I'm all packed up and have to be out of my place in two days with nowhere to go. Looks like I may have to move into a hotel,” I said, looking back at my laptop for something to distract me.
     
    He pulled the empty chair out from under the table, turned it backwards and straddled