I should have seen it coming. Sexy? Handsome? Trouble? Check, check, and check. Is he messing up my life? Hell yes. All the signs are there: he is a bad boy. Even his name is a lie. Too bad I married him. I can't wait to get divorced. Does this make me sound crazy? I know I should avoid him, run as fast as I can. However, when a harmless misunderstanding lands me in a foreign prison cell, my dear, lying husband is the only one who can get me out. Crap. I shouldn't accept.
But how to say no to trouble when said trouble is the one who makes me fantasize all the dirty things he could do to me?
