He’s rude. He’s crude. He’s socially unacceptable.
Jackson Tremaine gets under my skin as easily as he gets into my pants.
He’s the prince of late night television
and he single-handedly ruins my life between commercial breaks.
That’s fine. Payback’s a b!tch, and she’s named Ronnie Fitz.
Ronnie thinks she knows men, but she don’t know Jack—jacksh!t, that is.
The biggest problem with Ronnie Fitz? She’s addictive.
I had the best night of my life with her, and now she decides we can only be friends? Screw the friend-zone.
It’s the f#ck-zone or no-zone with Jackson Tremaine.