The bad boy & the virgin

The bad boy & the virgin

Janis Ross

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All my life I have been controlled. I never had a life. My mother seemed to hate me. My fiancé acts as if he couldn't stand the sight of me. So when I found my Fiancé and my mother in bed together I left. Little did I know that I would get drunk, go to Vegas, and meet a bad boy that could end up being just what I needed...

The bad boy & the virgin Chapter 1 Prologue

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Leslie has spent her whole life doing what other people wanted her to do. Wearing what other people told her she should wear. How she should talk and act. What she could and couldn't eat. She was even given a number and was not allowed to weigh anymore than that or she was punished. She was told where she could and couldn't go. Her life had never been her own.

Now here she is twenty-nine and still a virgin. She's never been anywhere. She's never had any fun. She's never been to a bar, never had a drink, and never had any fun. Her whole life was planned out for her. She was very sheltered and very naive. She wasn't like other women her age. All she wanted was to be normal.

She is a puppet on a string and has no control over what her life has become. She worked a job that she hated because it was expected of her. She was dating the man her mother hand picked for her. Now she's miserable and home alone every night while he's out screwing his way through every ditzy bimbo in town. Yet, she put up with it because that's what she was taught and what's expected of her.

She looks in the mirror and just feels old and run down. Tomorrow was her thirtieth birthday and she felt if she didn't do something to change her life she would be stuck being unhappy for the rest of her life. She would continue to be controlled. That was no way to live. She had to put a stop to this.

So, what happens when you make a list of things to do before the end of you thirtieth birthday? You run away and have one crazy night that ends with you possibly losing your V-card. And waking up in Vegas married to the world's most eligible bachelor that's what.

Now her life as she knew it is over. Everything she thought she knew was wrong. She tries hard to get her new husband to love her and see she's not like every other woman that just wanted him to get famous. Will she for once get to have a say in how things turn out?

Will she finally have the life she's always wanted, or will she let everyone run her life once again? Can she start a life and have a future with a man she just met? Will her mother ruin everything? Can she ever be happy? Either way this is sure to be one hell of a ride. It could be a dream come true or a complete nightmare. Hopefully it would all be worth it in the end.

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