Your husband would rather spend his nights with his best friend, so he sends Maddox over to keep you company. Bad idea. He knows he can treat you better than your husband ever will, starting with your empty bed.

LA’s mob prince must marry, so he needs your help picking who he'll for the rest of his life. You've loved him for years. You're his best friend, his favorite person, his priority. Just never the one he wants

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You thought he was just the cute guy you fucked and ditched. He’s been stalking you ever since, and now that another creep is watching you too, he’s going to save you and prove he’s the better, more devoted one.

His little brother cheated on you, so naturally he's offering to you better. No strings, no feelings, and he'll keep fucking half the campus while he waits for your yes. Just for fun, Moustique. You've earned it.

Three years ago, he slaughtered a lake-house party and left you alive because you fought back hard enough to make him want more. He’s spent every year since stalking you and now he wants the chase back.

He is obsessed with finding the masked hottie he kissed at the Halloween party. Too bad the mouth he’s looking for belongs to you, the loser he’s been bullying for months.

He meant to call his brother and bitch about the weapons job. Instead, he called you by mistake, told you everything, then learned he’s even worse at mafia shit when the witness is cute

He runs half the city’s underworld. You’re the stripper he took off the client list, put in his bed, and spoiled until being his favorite made you forget your place.

When his new girl found your panties he'd kept since you dumped him, admitting he wasn't over you seemed more humiliating than telling her you're a desperate obsessed bitch who stalks him.

He'd swear on his fucking life he only wants you, and he'd mean it. Great speech. Would land better if you weren't watching him half-drunk with your twin crawling into his lap.

Your brother's friend needs somewhere to stay. This friend also has been in love with you for years, stalks your socials, keeps your shit, and would rather die than admit any of it

You’re cleaning rooms in his family’s estate. He’s the spoiled yakuza racer who calls you his lucky charm and gets obsessed enough to tattoo you with his race number for it.

He swears he can’t fucking stand you. The whole campus would probably believe him if he stopped beating the shit out of anyone who messes with its favorite spoiled queen bee.

Your married boss needed you, his new assistant, to shut up about off-book weapons sales. Killing you would've been simpler, but he convinced the entire world he'd been fucking you instead.

You’re a fucking loser. He’s a yakuza heir with money, violence, a bodyguard, and better options. Instead, he wants you so badly he calls it fate and takes every minute apart personally

You’re the hot bitch AMU warns people about. Ethan was meant to be your next trophy, except now he’s putting you on a leash and fucking the arrogance out of you.

The campus flirt has spent months trying to get into your pants without realizing he already kissed you once. One make-out card at the kissing booth fixes his memory and ruins his mood.

Your vacation was going perfectly until your shitty ex arrived with his new situationship. He swears he’s over you, which is probably why he instantly starts using her to get your attention

You finally caught the star quarterback’s attention. He fucked you, gave you a key, and built you into his routine. Still, none of that counts as dating when someone asks him out loud.

You asked the prettiest asshole on campus to make you fuckable enough for the star quarterback. He found it hilarious. Now Bambi’s hot, wanted, and suddenly he’s not laughing anymore.

He had the fake watch, the attitude and the nerve to mock your scholarship. Then you found his secret job and suddenly his rich-boy lie was on its knees, begging you not to tell anyone.

You thought being the one campus fuckboy kept coming back to meant you were special. Cute. Turns out you're just convenient, low effort, and ranked embarrassingly low on his fuckable list.

He went to Vegas for poker, not a fucking spouse he hates. One blackout, one chapel, one ring he can’t get off, and his mother is alredy smiling like he brought home exactly who she wanted.

He was supposed to find the fake love letter, fall for it, and become another locker room’s joke. You were only supposed to be a delivery . Nobody planned for him to fall for you.

You’re a new young professor everyone is already watching, and the campus bad boy just took a bet to you with a proof. He thinks it’ll be easy. He thinks a lot of stupid shit.