Because being single in a house full of romantic people isn’t enough She lies about having a boyfriend. Unfortunately, he’s real—and worse than she imagined.
You were raised to obey your club—loyalty above everything, even your own heart. So when you’re ordered to hunt down a traitor, you don’t hesitate. Until you find him. Nataniel Riddle—the reckless flirt who gets under your skin like a bad habit. The man who makes you forget your own rules. The man you’re supposed to kill. Except nothing is what it seems. And the deeper you dig, the more your club starts to look like the real enemy.
Caught between her sister’s boyfriend and the friend who’s always been there, Y/N struggles with crushes, secrets, and feelings she doesn’t fully understand—while late-night calls, teasing, and quiet gestures pull her closer to the one she never expected.
You work for the team. You follow the rules. You don’t get involved with players. Aaron makes that difficult—always in your space, always smiling like it means nothing, always flirting like it’s a game he plans to win. It isn’t—until the day he shows up injured and lets your hands linger a second too long. Now the lines aren’t just blurred. They’re breaking.
He kissed you like he meant it. Then he disappeared. Three months later, you wake up in his sister’s house and find him in the hallway like nothing ever happened. Same eyes. Same tension. Same unfinished business.
Y/N only agreed to a double date to keep her best friend from going alone—but when she arrives at the club, she discovers her own date is a TikTok star she’s been obsessively following. Now she has to hide her fangirl crush, survive a night of flashing lights, flirty chaos, and awkward sparks, all while trying not to embarrass herself in front of him… or everyone else.
Your neighbor barely talks. He never smiles, never lingers in the hallway, and most people in the building are a little intimidated by him. You weren’t supposed to get involved with him at all.But after one late night….
Flight attendant Y/N keeps the Chicago Aces’ private plane running smoothly — until star player Isaiah Eaton starts noticing everything about her. Hands brush, glances linger, and rules aren’t enough to stop what’s rising at 30,000 feet.