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?