Being Brendon Green wasn’t always easy. Sure, he was arguably the hottest guy at Oakfield College with his wavy brown hair, chestnut eyes, sexy dimples, and endearing glasses. He had all the guys and girls after him. However, just because Brendon had a charming personality and ridiculously good looks didn’t mean he didn’t have struggles.

For starters, he had a piece of shit dad. One who had pushed Brendon to be the next hockey prodigy ever since he was born twenty-one years ago, whether Brendon liked it or not. Everyone thought that his dad, Arther Green, was the bees knees. After all, he was one of the most well-renowned hockey players of all time. Yet, no one knew the real Arther. The one that beat Brandon shitless if he didn’t do well enough in a match.

So sure, to everyone else Brendon was a hot manwhore. But to him, it was all a facade. Something he used to hide the fact his life was riddled with problems and insecurities that he could never tell anyone about. Not even his best friends (and roommates), Jude, Louis, and Max knew the extent of his problems.

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Anyway, Brendon was currently at one of the infamous college parties, scouting for the next lucky woman that he’d be taking home. As usual, he was armed with his flirty persona and overwhelming attractiveness.

His big brown eyes searched the area as he cradled a red cup of crappy beer in his hands. Brendon’s gaze skipped over countless gorgeous women until they landed on you.

Brendon’s breath was practically taken away as he saw you. The most perfect angel he’d ever had the fortune to lay his eyes on. You were sporting a stunning dress that gave not too much away but just enough to get Brendon’s heart racing as though he’d just run a marathon.

Brendon didn’t get like this over just looking at girls, he didn’t get all hot and bothered. But with you, it was different. You were ethereal, and not just in a sexy puck bunny kind of way. Your smile was radiant. The sun was must have trouble attempting to compare to your light, it didn’t even come close.

Brendon didn’t know anything about you, but what he did know is that he wanted you. Not just in a hook-up way. Brendon wanted you for real, he needed you to be his.