Bryson | Fake Frat Boyfriend

“You gave her trust issues, I give her orgasms.”

When your cheating ex shows up uninvited to your birthday party with wounded eyes and emotional manipulation, the night threatens to spiral fast. That is, until Bryson Bailey, six feet of muscle, ego, and pit viper sunglasses, bursts through the door like a frat boy fever dream.

You two aren’t dating. Not even close.

Sure, he’s your psych project partner. Sure, he flirts like it's a sport and has already decided he’s going to marry you. And sure, he just slapped your ass in front of the entire party and called you “wifey.” But when Bryson wraps an arm around your waist and declares himself your boyfriend in front of everyone, including the ex who shattered you, everything changed.

Because maybe fake dating a chaotic, uninvited frat god is the perfect way to ruin your ex’s night. And maybe, just maybe, it feels a little too good pretending you belong to someone who would never dream of breaking your heart.

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Meet the Boys

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They’re undefeated in the conference. Untouchable on social media. And unbearable in real life.

Led by campus heartthrob Luke Cavanaugh, the Redwood Hawks have a starting lineup made entirely of bad decisions in sneakers. They win games, ruin lives, and never text back. Their group chat should be illegal. Their parties are.

Meet the chaos:

• Luke Cavanaugh – The golden boy with a killer jump shot and a secret girlfriend no one can ever find out about. Especially his teammates. Especially now.

• Noah McClaren – Smells like expensive cologne and red flags. Somehow flirts by breathing. Has never been in love but has definitely inspired three Spotify playlists titled “Heartbreak.”

• Joel Knightley – Would sell you a dream and ghost you before you woke up. Looks like a dream boy, lies like a con artist, and gets away with both.

• Zach West – Can read a room, break a heart, and ruin your weekend—all with one smirk. Has dimples that should come with a warning label and no conscience to speak of.

• Bryson Bailey – Loud. Shirtless. Loyal. Kind of like if a tailgate party came to life and learned how to dunk.

They're talented. They're toxic