Fernando - Bad Boy Love (Bad Boy Love Series Book 1) by Jessica Gray Page A

one place that always made her feel better. The beach. It was almost evening by the time she’d fought her way through the traffic and pulled into her favorite spot in Los Angeles – El Matador Beach.
    It wasn’t the best beach if you wanted to sunbathe, but that was only an asset in her eyes. Due to the steep gravelly path being the sole access, there rarely were many people and on a weekday like today, it was deserted. Six miles north of Malibu, it boasted pristine white sand surrounded by massive rock formations forming a crescent shape.
    She grabbed her beach bag, something she always kept in the car and hiked down the steep cliff. A variety of small caves provided her enough shelter to shuck her clothes and slip into her swimsuit. The breeze coming in from the sea sent shivers across her skin, and she ran into the ocean. At the first impact with the icy water, her breath halted, but a few moments later, it felt wonderful. Therapeutic.
    She swam along the coastline, setting a vigorous speed in the hopes of working every last trace of a certain hot man out of her system. When the sun was beginning to set, she returned to the beach, rubbed herself dry, donned her clothes, then sat down on the towel to watch the natural spectacle.
    The sun sat inches above the horizon, as if it was resting, tired from a long day of shining. Slowly, the perfectly round ball sunk into the ocean, sending flames of orange across the water and painting the sky in glowing shades of red and pink.
    Gwen sat and watched long after the last rim of the golden sun had disappeared behind the horizon – gone until the next morning. A deep sigh escaped her lungs at the beauty she’d just witnessed, and she slung her arms around her knees.
    He’d like this place. I’ll have to bring him here…
    That thought destroyed the peaceful atmosphere, and angry at herself, she stood up and returned to her car. Normally, the beach was her refuge but today nothing seemed to be off limits for her wayward daydreams. All of which featured a gorgeous brown-eyed man named Fernando. A man who wasn’t worth her attention.

Chapter 15
    When Fernando didn’t hear back from Gwen, he started to wonder about the choices he was making. The fact that she hadn’t even cared enough to call him back wreaked havoc with his emotions, and he began to doubt whether or not she was worth his attention. That woman was so far out of his league, and really, what did he have to offer her? Not calling back was probably her way of politely telling him to fuck off.
    During the course of the week, his mood went on a rollercoaster ride, despite the fact that he enjoyed is work. One minute he was optimistic, the next one he believed his life didn’t make any sense. At least when he had been with his gang, he had friends to hang out with, but now?
    The reason for changing his life was disappearing into thin air, which made it so much harder to stay on the path. When their next meeting rolled around, he went with mixed feelings. He lingered outside the building for as long as he could, hoping for some kind of miracle. If an earthquake struck right now, he wouldn’t have to go inside. Or maybe she was sick?
    Dragging his feet up the stairs, pausing on every resting place like an old out-of-shape man, he reached the third floor and knocked on her door. She barely looked up and gestured for him to sit down. Still, she was strikingly beautiful with her long blonde hair falling down her shoulders. Instead of hating her the way he’d done the last few days, his traitorous body responded to her nearness, and his dick jumped in delight.
    Fernando gritted his teeth at the surge of lust. She was history. Ancient history. But try as he might, he couldn’t prohibit the warmth from spreading across his body at the sight of her, and his hands itched to tuck those unmanageable strands behind her ears.
    Gwen, though, never once looked into his eyes. Worse, her voice was cold as ice with an accusatory