Where Bad Boys are Ruined (The Good Girls #3)

I ate leftover cupcakes and cracked macaroons for breakfast. I was ninety percent sure he simply ate up girls like me. I was covered in paint splatters, cake batter, and sweat the first time I met him. He was covered in badass tattoos and a smile that seemed to hold a secret I would never figure out. Rule number 1 was never, under any circumstances, fall for the man who I wrote my lease check to. So, I tucked him away in the “Fantasize Only” compartment of my brain and called it a day. But he didn’t make it easy. He was arrogant, funny, and the biggest flirt I had ever met. Most of the time, I didn’t know if I was just a game to him. If I didn’t know better, I’d say he was on a mission to ruin my life. And maybe my heart, too. It was a bad idea from the beginning. He was my brother's best friend and the definition of unavailable. But I didn't care. I had loved him for as long as I could remember. He was worth the risk. He was worth everything. But then he broke my heart as easily as I fell for him. He watched me fall, spiraling out of control, and as I reached for him, he wasn't there to catch me. So I ran.