I didn’t plan on wanting her. She’s everything I’m not—soft where I’m sharp, steady where I’m ruthless, quietly brave. She looks at me like I’m more than the weight of a legacy I never asked to carry. Like I’m a man who deserves to be wanted, not just needed. The problem? My family’s reputation needs a spotless, picture-perfect fiancée. I agree to the lie—on my terms. One woman. One contract. One lie. But now? I don’t just want her in front of the cameras. I want her in my bed when the world finally leaves me alone. I should have known it never would. When the spotlight turns on her and the fallout lands at her feet, I realize the truth too late—this lie of ours has teeth. And the only person bleeding is the one woman who trusted me with her heart. I was raised to protect a name. To choose legacy over desire. To never let emotion make my decisions. But the moment I have to choose between my world and her… I already know which one I’ll burn down. Every good girl deserves a bad boy. ~ Weston

I don’t believe in reckless decisions. Which makes waking up in Las Vegas the morning after a wedding to a woman I just met somewhat… inconvenient. She’s sunnier than the sun itself and we both have a reputation to consider. An annulment would make us both look bad. Instead, we agree to something else. Something temporary and contained until this “marriage” blows over. A solution that makes sense on paper and nowhere else. At least, that’s what I tell myself. But she has a way of complicating things without trying. She looks at me like I’m not as in control as I pretend to be. She fits into spaces I never intend to leave for anyone. She makes me question every belief I’ve ever had about claiming a woman as my wife. And I’d be lying if I said I didn’t already consider her mine. I tell myself this marriage ends when the deal is done. I can walk away from her as easily and impulsively as I married her. Or not. I’ve been wrong before. Just not like this. Because the longer she stays, the less I want her to leave. She’s starting to feel like someone I was never meant to walk away from. Like she was always bound to be mine. Every good girl deserves a bad boy. ~ Weston

Women look at me one of two ways. Like they want me in their bed, or I’m a problem they’re about to solve. I prefer the former. But she’s the latter. Ex-military. All rules, no mercy. Sent by my family to keep me in line like I’m some reckless kid who can’t handle his own empire. She thinks I’m a mistake waiting to happen in Greece. So she watches, calculates, and calls me out like no one else ever has. And somewhere between fighting her, provoking her, and trying to get under her skin… I start wanting under her. She makes me show up. Makes me earn it. Makes me want something I’ve never chased before. Her. She refuses to let me fail, even when I deserve to. But she doesn’t do the one thing I need. She doesn’t stay. Right when it starts to feel like she’s mine… she runs. Doesn’t change the ending. She’ll still have to be mine. Every good girl deserves a bad boy. ~ Weston

The first time I met her, I knocked her onto her butt in the middle of a Beverly Hills sidewalk. She tells me exactly what she thinks of me without flinching. Most people don’t. Honestly, it’s refreshing. I should’ve just apologized because she keeps showing up everywhere. I keep running into her. At charity auctions. Across dinner tables. In places she has no business being and somehow always is. Now she’s become my favorite problem. Which would be fine if she wasn’t gorgeous. Or so determined to make the world better that she keeps reminding me there’s life outside of work. I have a store to launch, a family counting on me, and approximately a thousand more important things demanding my attention. Instead, I’m wondering when I get to see her again. For a guy who wasn’t looking for anything serious, I’m getting dangerously attached to a woman who never saw me coming. The worst part? I never saw her coming either. And now I can’t see my life without her in it. Every good girl deserves a bad boy. ~ Weston

I've dated enough women to know exactly what I'm looking for. Apparently, I was wrong. Because the woman who completely wrecks my standards isn't some supermodel I met at a rooftop bar. She's my best friend. The one who bakes muffins, laughs with her whole body, and can keep a secret. The one who knows every embarrassing story my brothers would pay good money to hear. The one I somehow never noticed had the kind of smile that makes coming home feel different. Now she's spending the summer working beside me. However, sleeping beside me wasn't part of the plan. Neither was realizing I don't want her going back to the other side of the country. I've spent years chasing the next exciting thing. Turns out forever has been sitting right beside me since second grade. And if I have anything to say about it... She was always meant to be mine. Every good girl deserves a bad boy. ~ Weston