She’s off limits. But when we start butting heads, I want to settle things the old-fashioned way. I drink champagne for breakfast and have dozens of women at my beck and call. I don’t need anything, or so I tell myself. Life is perfect until she walks in… Sabrina is the label’s answer to my PR situation. She’s so beautiful she makes me think crazy things. Like that maybe my perfect life is pretty empty without her. For some reason, she’s immune to my charms. But she doesn’t realize how low I will go when I want something badly enough. I can’t seem to stop ruffling her feathers, even if I feel bad about it afterwards. I mess up, pushing her to the brink again and again. ​I have a lot to make up for if I'm going to make her my wife. Time for this bad boy to clean up his act for good.