Sleepyeyes22

Harley
What started as a mindless, blurted confession has turned into a mess I never saw coming—an endless spiral of emotions, tangled with Clad Storm, the bad boy of the season and my ex-crush. The one who’s made it clear he’s here for revenge, yet every time he looks at me with those damn chocolate-brown eyes, I fall deeper.

The worst part? I know exactly why he’s here. To make me pay. To make me feel the sting of what happened years ago when I rejected him. But somehow, I can’t walk away.

And then there’s the kicker—he made a proposal to my younger sister. But for some reason, he won’t let me go. Now, here I am, stuck between a rock and a hard place, caught in the web of New York’s most notorious biking genius and CEO.

I should walk away. I should be the smart one. I should obey my parents’ wishes and do what’s expected of me. But every time he smiles, every time he touches me, I forget what I’m supposed to be doing—resisting him.

So Maybe I Want A Bad Boy!

Oops. Remember when I said I'd probably die of embarrassment if someone saw the mess I made trying to figure out which zipper to pull—up, down, sideways? Yeah, well, I spoke too soon.

Because just when I thought I'd fake an ankle injury to avoid facing the world in a half-worn mechanic's jumpsuit, in came Drake. Tall, devastatingly attractive, and exuding that I-fix-engines-and-hearts kind of energy, he barged right into the ladies' changing room—zero hesitation, maximum efficiency—and rescued me.

Clad on a bike