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There’s nothing better than a bad boy…
When feisty break dancer Andrea left for university, she thought she was ready to step into the real world. But she wasn’t prepared for meeting her new neighbour, Hunter. Arrogant, dangerous and a bit too sexy, Hunter’s everything Andrea knows she should resist…and can’t.
But when she gets swept up into Hunter’s dark, mysterious family, it seems that falling for a seductive rebel might not be all it’s cracked up to be. Is this good girl really ready to take on a bad boy?
The Good Girl’s Guide to Bad Boys
Katie Hart
KATIE HART
has just left college and currently resides in Cornwall. Since a young girl, she has always had a passion for reading and writing, which led her to write and publish it to an online writing website. 27 million reads later, she has found herself at the very beginning of her writing journey, where she is extremely excited to embark on.
When she isn’t reading or writing, she is consuming the entire contents of her kitchen and compulsively organising her bookshelf into alphabetical order.
She hopes that the incredible support she received on the online writing platform follows through to her publishing venture.
Contents
Cover
Blurb
Title Page
Author Bio
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Endpages
Copyright
Chapter 1
Underwear – check!
New house key – check!
Clothes – check!
Dad’s credit card – check!
I was looking proudly at my organised bag when my mum opened my bedroom door and gave me a sad smile. Apparently, whisking your daughter off to university is one of the hardest jobs as a parent, that’s what she told me when I was packing a few days before. I would miss her, and her amazing skills in ironing, but the excitement of finally leaving home over-ruled every other emotion. The acceptance letter to university was like a one-way ticket to freedom.
‘Have you got everything, love?’ she asked and I nodded, patting my suitcase before putting the list down on my bed.
‘Yep, I’m ready to go.’ I tried to keep the bubbling excitement out of my voice, at least until I was in the car with Kenzi.
‘Good, have you got your underwear?’ she enquired. Typical mother. I smiled and nodded.
‘Yes, I have everything. Check this list,’ I replied as I handed it to her. I watched as her eyes skimmed over the page and a small smile appeared on her face.
‘Good girl.’ She stepped forward, taking my face in her hands and forcing me to look at her as she spoke. The skin on the sides of her eyes creased as she surveyed my features and looked down at my white jumper. ‘You promise to take care of yourself?’ she asked with a stern yet concerned expression.
‘Yes. I’ll eat every meal time, I won’t drink, I won’t take drugs, I won’t blow my money and I promise to do my studies,’ I recited and she grinned, placing a kiss on my forehead.
‘Good.’ There was a pause and I could see that the tears were on their way. ‘I’m going to miss you,’ she said in a hushed tone, looking at me with an expression that would make even the devil’s heart break. One more of her depressing looks and I’d crack.
‘I’ll miss you too.’ I walked over and gave her a hug, wrapping my arms around her fragile form. Guilt gripped my stomach as she tightened her arms and let out a wobbly breath. As soon as I walked out the door, she would be officially on her own. After dad walked out, I was the only thing she had left.
‘I’d better go, Kenzi’s outside,’ I murmured against the woollen fabric of her cardigan before I could lose my nerve.
‘Okay. Make sure that you text your dad when you get there and call me,’ she rambled.
I smiled, grabbing my suitcase. ‘Calm down, I’ll call,’ I replied, listening to the thump that my luggage made on the floor.
Saying goodbye to both my mum and my bedroom was harder than originally expected. Unfortunately, I couldn’t take my bed, or my mother, with me, so I turned off the light and stood in the passage.
I hadn’t lied about Kenzi being outside. When I glanced out of the window, I saw her red bug parked on the other side of the road with Kenzi inside, texting.
My suitcase grunted on each stair as I pulled it down and out of the front door. After another promise to behave and another hug and kiss, I strolled across the road towards Kenzi’s car.
‘At last! I thought she’d tie you up and never let you go!’ Kenzi exclaimed when I’d shoved my suitcase in the boot and slumped into the car.
‘I know, I think she was considering it at one point.’ I sighed inwardly, slipping my seatbelt on and looking at my best friend.
‘Did you tell her that we weren’t living together?’ she asked as she started the car.
I scoffed and shook my head. ‘Hell no, I value my life too much for that.’
Kenzi chuckled and drove out onto the open road with a grin on her face. She turned the radio up and started to sing along at the top of her lungs. I laughed and sat back in my seat, closing my eyes.
My mum was very... protective, and when I told her that I was going to the university in Sheffield, to keep her calm, I said that I was going to be staying in student accommodation flats with Kenzi. That wasn’t exactly the case. Even with the money that my dad sent me every month, I couldn’t afford the steep accommodation prices and neither could Kenzi, so we both decided to go our separate ways and live with other people. It was much cheaper renting out half of a random flat a couple of streets south of the university than it was renting in the student village or halls, where you’d end up living with five other people anyway. I didn’t know much about my roommate and I’d never met him, but I knew his name was Hunter and that he was asking very little for rent. When I asked Kenzi if she’d heard from Seb, her roommate, she shook her head.
‘Nope,’ she replied, popping the ‘p’.
‘Have you told your parents?’ She shook her head, chuckling.
‘They’d have a bigger fit than your mum! Especially since Seb is a guy.’ She winked and I laughed.
‘You have a point.’ Kenzi’s mother was worse than mine. As we were both breakdancers, our hobby was made difficult by the attitudes of our parents, but every weekend we’d sneak out and dance in the local clubs for some money and a bit of freedom. It was difficult, but worth it.
***
Just as I was about to ask Kenzi if I should ring Hunter to let him know I was on the way, she slowed the car down and smiled at me. ‘Right, I’ll drop you off first and then I’ll go and get some supplies,’ she said in a chirpy tone as she pulled up into a car park.
The apartments themselves didn’t look too bad, not for the price that Hunter was asking anyway. As I pushed myself out of the car, I felt the cold air blow against my cheeks and through my hair.
Kenzi got out after me, meeting me around the back. ‘I’ve just got to pop to the shop, I need some new toiletries,’ she told me and tapped my back. We hugged. ‘Make sure that you text me about your roommate!’ she called over her shoulder as she got back into the car.
‘Will do!’ I hollered, hauling my suitcase along the car park and towards the door.
The lobby didn’t seem too bad as I made my way to the lift in the corner. Up until then, I’d been quite happy with living with somebody that I didn’t know, but as soon as the lift arrived on the fourth floor, I felt my stomach churn with dread.
Apart from my dancing, the most rebellious thing I’d ever done was put salt in my mum’s tea as a joke. Living with a stranger and lying to my parents about it was a whole new experience, one that I really wasn’t looking forward to anymore.
My flat was at the end of the corridor. It looked quite daunting as I rolled my suitcase up to the door. Hunter had posted me a key so I could get in if he wasn’t there. My stomach jumped and my heart was hammering. I couldn’t help but panic and think I’d made the wrong decision as I put the key in the door.
The passage was a dark blue and once I was in the front room, it didn’t take me long to realise that it was near enough the same. Wooden flooring stretched out in front of me, holding a couch and an armchair. I had no idea why the rent was so low, but I was far from complaining. Maybe the roommate was a bit of a dud.
‘Wow,’ I mumbled, as I put my suitcase down and made myself at home on the sofa, my heart rate slowing and the worry subsiding.
I’d been sitting there for a while before I decided that I should give my dad a ring to get it over with. There was no way that my mum would call to tell him, which meant that the job fell on my shoulders. Since the divorce, they’d barely spoken.
After the third ring, he picked up.
‘Hello?’
‘Hi, Dad,’ I replied, sitting back on the sofa and feeling it relax beneath me.
‘Hi, sweet, how is everything?’ he asked. I guessed that he’d moved somewhere else as the background noise of his office quietened.
‘Everything’s good; I was just ringing to tell you that I’m at my dorm and am settling in fine.’ Before hanging up, I was greeted with a similar speech to the one that my mum gave me before I left.
I twisted to my right, hearing a noise from the hallway. A guy strolled into the living room, looking extremely shocked to see me. He sighed and held his hands up defensively.
‘Look, I don’t remember your name, hell, I don’t even remember getting with you. So please, just get out,’ he replied, stepping to the side of the door and gesturing for me to leave. My eyebrows shot up into my hairline and I stared at him in shock.
His broad shoulders in his t-shirt were pretty much covering the doorway, but I wasn’t planning on leaving any time soon.
‘Um, I’m not some stalker ex-girlfriend or hook up or whatever, I’m your new roommate,’ I said as calmly as I could. He hadn’t made a good first impression and the fact that his dark eyes were searching my body head to toe wasn’t making it any better.
‘But you’re a girl,’ he choked out with a confused expression clouding his face.
I chewed on the inside of my cheek, looking down at myself and then back at him. ‘It would appear so.’
He frowned. ‘But you said in the email that your name is Andy?’ I nodded in response.
‘Yeah, Andy, short for Andrea.’
He shook his head, running his hand down his face. ‘Look, Andy, I don’t live with girls,’ he explained, glaring.
‘Well, you’re going to have to because I paid rent and I’m not leaving,’ I retorted, my heart hammering. He smirked, moving closer until we were almost flush with each other. It took everything in me not take another step back; he wasn’t going to scare me off. His eyes travelled down the length of my body and then back up to my eyes.
‘Especially not girls like you.’
Chapter 2
I frowned, narrowing my eyes at the attractive jackass in front of me. Who the hell did he think he was?
‘What do you mean, girls like me?’ I crossed my arms over my chest again in irritation.
He looked down at my oversized jumper, baggy jeans and ponytail before rolling his eyes. ‘Polite chicks. Daddy’s girls,’ he muttered and I raised my eyebrows.
‘Do you immediately think that you know everybody, or just me?’ I retorted, glaring into his calm eyes.
‘Don’t flatter yourself, love,’ he said through a chuckle, stepping back so that he could lean on the wall behind him.
Sticking up for myself was a bit of a rarity, but he had sparked my temper and his attitude was beyond irritating. ‘If it’s any consolation, I don’t live with obnoxious arseholes that have egos to match,’ I all but spat and turned on my heel to grab my suitcase.
‘The good girl always falls for the bad boy,’ he sneered and I smirked.
‘You’re in luck because I’m not a good girl,’ I hissed and a small smile appeared on his face.
‘Prove it.’
I narrowed my eyes and raised a quizzical eyebrow. ‘How am I meant to prove something like that?’ I asked and he grinned, showing me straight, white teeth.
‘Show me just how bad you are,’ he purred and I shoved his chest, picking up my bag and storming down the hall in the apartment. Amongst all the annoyance and anger, I’d completely forgotten to ask him which room was mine, so was now faced with a dilemma. Should I guess, or should I suck it up and ask him?
He watched me with interest, not moving from his spot on the wall. ‘You hit like a girl,’ he informed me and I huffed.
‘This may come as a shock to you, but I am a girl!’
He chuckled softly, nodding to the right to gesture which door was mine. ‘I can clearly see that,’ he replied as I pushed the door open.
Deciding to ignore him, I went inside and slammed the door behind me. I was surprised that the whole apartment didn’t shake.
The room itself was quite nice, complete with cream walls, a single bed and laminate flooring. I shoved my bag on the bed and sighed, running my hands down my face. I could hear Hunter moving around in the front room, but I wasn’t going out there again for a while, at least not until I’d unpacked. That was when my phone went off and I saw Kenzi’s number on caller ID.
‘Hi,’ I answered, carefully balancing the phone between my ear and my shoulder as I started to put my underwear away.
‘Hey, how is everything?’ she asked and I could hear the TV in the background. She was probably in her room having the time of her life with her roommate. Kenzi was pretty much the opposite of me. She was blonde, whereas I was a brunette; she was confident and totally bonkers. Every weekend when we worked at the club, she’d find someone different to go home with and would have the time of her life bumping and grinding beforehand. Kenzi was the type of girl that Hunter would be interested in.
‘Crap. My roommate is a jerk,’ I muttered, shutting the drawer and laying back on my bed with my feet on the headboard. Unpacking was the easy part; facing Hunter later that evening wasn’t something that I was looking forward to doing. I explained what had happened with Hunter so far.
‘Ouch. Mine’s alright. He’s hot,’ she added and I rolled my eyes with a smile pulling at my lips.
‘I thought he might be.’ I could practically hear the grin in her voice when she explained that Seb had an uncanny resemblance to Alex Pettyfer. We were mid-way through conversation when the door burst open and Hunter stood in the doorway. He raised an eyebrow at my position before I cut him off.
‘You can’t come in without knocking,’ I said, taking my legs down and moving to sit cross-legged.
‘It’s my flat, I can do what I like. I was going to say that I’m ordering pizza, want any?’ he asked and I sighed, letting my shoulders slump as Kenzi squawked at me down the phone.
‘Yes, please,’ I answered, holding the phone to my chest to stop Hunter from hearing my friend’s rambling.
‘Ham and pineapple. Also if you weren’t so sheltered, you wouldn’t be bothered about me barging in without knocking.’ He shrugged afterwards to exaggerate his point.
‘Stop acting like you know me,’ I stated, which only caused his grin to widen.
‘Don’t stay up too late, you wouldn’t want to miss church tomorrow,’ he cooed. I lobbed my pillow at his face, but his reflexes were quicker and he shut the door before I hit my target. I groaned into my hands and then put the phone back to my ear. Kenzi was still talking.
‘I need your help,’ I replied. This definitely got her attention and surprisingly enough, shut the girl up.
‘What with?’ she asked.
‘You know what I said about my roommate?’ I didn’t even bother waiting for her to answer me. I’d told her about Hunter and his annoying ways. I’d known the guy less than an hour and I already hated him. ‘Well, I want to throw his pathetic comments back in his face,’ I paused.
‘Sure, just flirt with him or something, make him eat his words.’ That was her grand idea.
‘Definitely not,’ I retorted and she sighed.
‘Tease him,’ she offered but I shook my head, flumping back on my bed.
‘I can’t! I don’t know how!’
‘You did it with Marco.’ Her voice had a mocking tone to it and I stifled my laugh.
‘Marco was different,’ I insisted, practically hearing her eyes roll.
‘Andy, get out there and make him want you, make him chase you and then let him see you dance. After that, dump his arse like last week’s socks.’
I rolled my eyes and stretched. That was her way of dealing with things, not mine. I was just going to have to tolerate him for the time being and work something out later. ‘Right, Kenzi, I’ve got to go, but I’ll speak to you tomorrow.’
‘Sure, meet me at the coffee shop around the corner tomorrow at three.’ There wasn’t a goodbye before I was left listening to the dial tone. I hauled my sorry backside to the door and out into the open with the lion.
Hunter was sitting on the couch with his long legs spread out. He tapped his lap teasingly but I shook my head and retreated to the arm chair.
‘Scared?’ he mocked and I narrowed my eyes at him, curling one of my legs underneath me.
‘No, I just like having my dignity,’ I grumbled as I took my phone out from my pocket and started to text Kenzi. It was something that I tended to do in awkward situations.
‘Sure,’ he replied under his breath and the TV blared into life onto the music channel. As soon as I heard the tune, I missed my dance crew. I tapped my foot to the beat of the song and Hunter glanced over at me.
‘You look like you need the toilet,’ he said, earning him yet another scowl.
‘I’m tapping my foot to the rhythm,’ I corrected, but didn’t look over at him.
‘Can I ask you a question?’ I heard him shift on the sofa and when I looked over at him, he was sitting with his forearms resting on his knees and his dark eyes were trained on me.
‘Even if I say no, you’re going to ask me anyway, aren’t you?’ I asked, moving so that I was looking at him.
He grinned. ‘You got that right. I was just wondering why you’re so hostile.’
I closed my eyes and breathed through my nose. I wasn’t normally this hostile or unfriendly or whatever vibes I was giving off, he just knew exactly what buttons to press and was getting under my skin. ‘You didn’t exactly make a good first impression, did you?’
He shrugged, not denying it, but not accepting it either. ‘Guess not, but you’re still a bit unsociable.’
‘I’m not unsociable, I just don’t want to talk to you,’ I replied and he chuckled, sitting back against the sofa. He touched his chest in mock hurt.
‘So many rejections in so little time, you’re breaking my heart here,’ he teased.
It took everything in me not to smile and keep my mouth in a neutral line. ‘That’s a shame,’ I murmured, turning back to my phone. It didn’t work because he kept talking.
‘It is. Look, sorry for the introduction, but you were honestly a surprise,’ he said, turning the charm on again.
‘It’s fine,’ I answered in a bright tone and he smirked, leaning on his elbow.
‘So, does Daddy know you’re living with a boy?’ he asked and I narrowed my eyes.
‘Back to this again, are we?’ He nodded, lacing his fingers together and putting his hands behind his head. ‘Where do you even get that impression anyway?’ I asked.
‘You’re wearing white granny clothes, you hold yourself like you’re scared of everything that moves and you’re far too polite,’ he replied with a shrug. Before I could answer, the doorbell went. Hunter got up and strolled to the door to collect the pizza.
Living at home like the good little girl that my mum expected suddenly sounded like an amazing idea.
Chapter 3
The pizza was good, the chat with Hunter, not so much.
‘So, are you a virgin?’ he asked and I nearly choked on the piece of pizza that I’d been eating.
‘Excuse me?’ I coughed out and he smirked, resting his ankle on the opposite knee.
‘Please don’t tell me that you’re a sexphobe.’
I glanced over at him and put my piece of pizza on a plate. ‘Don’t you have any normal questions? Like, what’s your favourite colour?’ I asked and he chuckled softly.
‘Let me guess, princess pink?’ he retorted and I clenched my jaw.
‘Do you have a problem with me or something?’ I seethed and he shook his head.
‘Not at all, I just think that if we’re going to live together, then we should get to know each other.’ He shrugged as if it was the most normal thing in the world.
‘No, I’m not a sexphobe. I’m not a virgin and my favourite colour is lime green,’ I listed.
A grin broke out on his handsome face as he took another bite of his pizza. ‘Good to know.’
Instead of groaning in frustration, I finished off my pizza slice and made my way to the kitchen to clean up.
‘Do you have a boyfriend?’ he asked when I came back in.
I raised a quizzical eyebrow. ‘You’re nosy, you know that?’ I sat down, with his eyes still trained on me.
He merely shrugged. ‘And you never answer my questions without some kind of smartass remark first,’ he pointed out. I sighed and stood up, brushing imaginary dirt from my jeans, drawing his attention to my legs. Although completely accidental, it made him forget about his question.
‘Goodnight,’ I mumbled, turning on my heels and making my way to my bedroom.
I had no idea how long he stayed up for because after I got changed, I brushed my teeth and pretty much fell straight to sleep.
***
‘Andrea!’ I felt someone shake my shoulders and I woke up with a start, staring straight at Hunter’s smirking face. He was in low-hanging jeans and no shirt. Trying not to gawp at his toned chest was difficult, but the urge was soon completely gone when I realised that he was in my room. In the morning. While I was in a tank top and boxers.
‘What the bloody hell do you think you’re doing in here?!’ I exclaimed, sitting up. I grabbed my duvet to cover myself in haste. He stood back and crossed his arms over his chest, bringing my attention to the small tattoo on his upper chest.
‘There’s a girl in my living room that claims to know you.’ His answer left me confused until I realised that it must’ve been Kenzi.