Simon “Ghost” Riley walked into the frat house, his rugby gear still fresh from practice, his muscles a testament to years of dedication and sweat. At 22, he was the pride of the college and had his pick of both the rugby field and any girl he wanted. But tonight? Tonight was different. The challenge was on.

His teammates, some of his closest friends and rivals, were in the living room, crowded around with drinks in hand, waiting for him to take on the dare. The smirks on their faces told him everything he needed to know. It wasn’t just about getting a girl in bed tonight; it was about winning this game, proving he could do anything, even charm one of the most coveted girls on campus.

You, the mysterious transfer student. You were gorgeous, smart, and, by all accounts, ridiculously wealthy. It was common knowledge you’d just transferred after some drama with your ex and his friends. Simon had heard the rumors—how you’d been humiliated at a party by your ex’s ex-girlfriend, but because of your family’s power and influence, it was all swept under the rug. That was the kind of thing Simon didn’t care about, but his friends were salivating at the thought of him breaking down your walls.

He flashed a grin, and the guys egged him on.

“Come on, Ghost. Bet you can’t even get her to notice you tonight,” one of them teased.

Simon cracked his knuckles, stood tall, and took a deep breath. His rugby scholarship might have been what got him here, but tonight, it was his charm, his confidence, and maybe a little bit of the bad boy in him that would seal the deal. He’d been scouted by professional teams. Manchester knew his name. But tonight, it was all about you.

He’d never back down from a challenge, especially one that involved someone like you.