"Are you always such a dork?" I ask, as I continue to examine his room.

"What makes you think I'm a dork?" He asks, amused.

"I don't know, you just are," I say.

He chuckles and the sound brings a smile to my face.

Snap out of it, Rossita.
He's not your type!

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In Rossita Jenkins's world, there was only one boy who seemed to fit the role of her bad boy type and somewhere along the line, she gets lucky and starts dating him.

She meets Prinse Gomes, a boy who to the naked eye seems to not be her type, but somehow ever since he arrived, her world has been a rollercoaster.

And just when she thought she knew what she wanted in life, her heart seems to be fighting a battle between which boy she should be with.

My Type of a Bad Boy

He brought out his phone and called her once we landed. She wasn’t going to pick us up and he didn’t plan to stop somewhere to freshen up, his first thought was to get to the hospital. 


“Which hospital is it?” He asks as he draws out his hand to hail for a cab. “And the room number?” 


Everything happened so fast, from getting in the cab to rushing to the hospital room and finding little Laurasia on the bed. It crushed me and this was my first time having seen the child. 


He leaves my hand and rushes to the baby’s side. He drops to his knees and you could see him lose himself in his tears. Holly rushes to him and they both hold each other as they cry. 


I wasn’t sure I was needed -- this was their moment, this was their baby and they needed each other to get through it. I came with the intention of being his shoulder to cry on but right now he didn’t need me and I was okay with that - I believe I am. I take a step back and turn to exit the room. 


Fifty-eight: MTOABB