Let Me In: A Billionaire Bad Boy Romance

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y enough. Maybe I didn't. I thought judging a book by its cover was wrong. My hair was too long. I liked the shaggy look. I supposed I probably

standard depleted with each passing term. I was lucky to find clean clothes, or

oncern for my image was a direct insult to my dad and family that had sticks wa

o the class. I actually felt nervous. I shouldn't feel nervous. If my professor was worth a shit, he would see I was on

d me with a stern look on his face.

he black binder that contained the paper that would b

ourse," he murmured a

," I said

he report was a mock-up of the ship I engineered. "I told

ng you the res

and tossed the binder on his desk with

hide their laughs. I was not the guy that was ever going to win Most Popular. I di

ed. "You just need to

ng to change the world because you are smarter than anyone else.

t. He wasn't my target audience anyway. "T

put his hands on me, I was sure he

daring hi

ou will destroy o

't stuck in the past. We are what's going to save your ass one day. You are a shitty professor a

o anything. Maybe I'll visit you on the dockyard

uld teach me nothing new. I got what I needed-a passing grade. I earned my degree, no thanks to

sen

. I sipped from the crystal glass. It was only water. I was sticking to water for the night, at least

e ballroom, "please, everyone, give our honored guest and Champions

I made my way up to the front to collect the plaque with my name emblazoned on it. I nodded at the audi

into my car. No one said I had to give a speech. I didn't do speeches. I didn't do public gatherings much at all. Over the

pound. It was my safe place with a very high fence all the way around the damn place. I liked my pri