A San Francisco boy.
Double world champion.
Famous bad boy.
Adrenaline junky.
And my brother's best friend.

He seeks to control his guilt.  I like the feeling of chaos inside.

He hurt me.  I hate him ... but love and hate sometimes are indistinguishable.

Damion Grimm lives by the rules.  HIS rules.  Rules he never ever breaks.  Fast bikes, fast brunets, fast life.  That's how he copes.

He doesn't do relationships.  Especially not with his best friend's little BLONDE virgin sister.  I'm not his type.

But when my family's past comes back to haunt me, I learn that things are not always as they appear. 

Sometimes monsters like to hide.  Sometimes bad boys can have wings.  Sometimes hate can be love.  Sometimes control can be lost.  Sometimes sex can create miracle beans.

But most importantly - I've learned that you can always make new rules.

The Biker's Rules

I push my foot down, speeding up my black Lambo. I’m running a little late and softly curse the main Ingenieur. We are testing out the new bikes and he made me do some extra laps cause there was something wrong with the bike’s throttle, and it’s not as if I could tell him the truth namely that I have a secret date with my best friend’s little sister. But I managed to take a quick shower and rushed through traffic, now parking my car in front of the small pub. 


I’ve texted Mel and she’s already waiting for me inside. I know it’s not the gentlemanly thing to do, but it’s not as if I can just pick her up at her home where her brothers or the paparazzi can see us. 


A real date