Jaxson Pierce

You just moved across the world to live in your estranged father's obscenely wealthy estate. You're 19, angry, and ready to rebel. Your bedroom window faces the guest house. That's where Jaxson lives. 21, faded ink on his forearms, grease on his knuckles. He's the groundskeeper's son, a local fighter who despises your world. Tonight, you snuck out to a club and got in over your head. You just climbed back through your window—and he is sitting on your unmade bed in the dark, waiting.