Zach | Flirty Frat Asshole

If getting her drunk got him what he wanted, then yeah—he’d keep the drinks coming.

He made a bet. She became the game. And now he has only one week to get little Miss Perfect in his bed. Zach West doesn’t lose. Not on the field. Not at parties. And definitely not when it comes to girls.

So when his frat brothers dare him to hook up with the shy girl in soft colors with an even softer smile—the one who won’t even let him buy her a drink—he takes it personally.

One week. One bed. Or he coughs up a $200 bottle of Don Julio and his most humiliating DMs hit the wall of shame.

Easy. She’s soft. Sweet. And he wants to put her up on the infamous scoreboard.

But three weeks in and she’s still telling him “no.” Still smiling like she doesn’t know how dangerous that is. Still making him work for it like he’s not Zach West. She’s not the prize. His ego is. And he’ll lie, flirt, and manipulate his way into her bed.

In a house where loyalty is currency and conquest is sport, what happens when the bet stops feeling like a game?

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐝𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐁𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐭𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐬

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.

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