Trusting the Bad Boy. Brielle is the daughter of a hotel tycoon, and her life is carefully planned out. But when her parents announce that she’s going to Italy to “get to know” the son of an important business investor, Brielle rebels. She’s tired of being treated like a pawn in her parents’ business games.
One night, Brielle meets Jet Miller, a bad boy with a motorcycle. Jet is everything that Brielle’s parents don’t want her to be: wild, reckless, and unpredictable. But Brielle is drawn to him, and she decides to run away with him for the weekend.
Brielle and Jet spend two days exploring the countryside and falling in love. But their idyllic getaway is interrupted when Brielle’s parents arrive, determined to bring her home. Brielle is forced to choose between her parents and Jet, and she makes a decision that she knows will change her life forever.
Trusting the Bad Boy is a story about first love, rebellion, and following your heart. It’s a reminder that sometimes the best decisions are the ones that no one else expects you to make.
Chapter 1
Brielle stood in front of the mirror, adjusting her dress. She was supposed to be going to a fancy dinner with her parents, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. She was too busy thinking about Jet.
Jet was the bad boy with the motorcycle. He was everything that Brielle’s parents didn’t want her to be: wild, reckless, and unpredictable. But Brielle was drawn to him like a moth to a flame.
She had met Jet a few weeks ago, when she was out with her friends. He had been sitting at the bar, drinking alone. Brielle had been immediately drawn to his dark good looks and his mysterious aura. TRUSTING THE BAD BOY.
They had talked for hours that night, and Brielle had felt like she had finally met someone who understood her. Jet had seen past her perfect facade and into her real soul.
He had asked her out on a date the next day, and she had said yes, even though she knew her parents would be furious. They had gone on a motorcycle ride through the countryside, and Brielle had never felt so free.
But their idyllic day had come to an end when Brielle’s parents had shown up, demanding to know where she had been. Brielle had lied and told them that she had been with her friends, but she knew that they didn’t believe her.
Ever since that day, Brielle had been sneaking around behind her parents’ backs to see Jet. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn’t help herself. She was in love with him.
Chapter 2
On the night of the dinner with her parents, Brielle decided that she couldn’t take it anymore. She had had enough of being treated like a child. She had had enough of being told what to do and who to see.
She snuck out of her house and went to meet Jet. He was waiting for her on his motorcycle. “I’m ready to go,” Brielle said. Jet smiled. “Get on.”
Brielle climbed onto the back of the motorcycle and wrapped her arms around Jet’s waist. He started the engine and they sped off into the night.
They rode for hours, until they reached a remote beach. Brielle had never been there before. It was deserted, except for a few seabirds flying overhead.
They parked the motorcycle and walked down to the water’s edge. The waves were crashing against the shore, and the moon was full.
“It’s beautiful,” Brielle said.
“It is,” Jet agreed. “Just like you.”
Brielle turned to face him. His eyes were dark and intense.
“I love you,” he said.
Brielle’s heart skipped a beat. “I love you too,” she whispered.
They kissed, and it was the most passionate kiss Brielle had ever experienced.
In that moment, Brielle knew that she had made the right decision. She had chosen love over everything else.
Chapter 3
Brielle and Jet spent the rest of the night on the beach, talking and laughing. They didn’t want the night to end.
Conclusion
But eventually, the sun began to rise, and they knew they had to go.
They rode the motorcycle back to Brielle’s house. She knew that her parents would be furious when they found out that she had stayed out all night, but she didn’t care. She was happy. She got off the motorcycle and turned to face Jet.
