My Roster Boyfriend Thought I Was Friday

Chapter 1

1,750 words

I fell for Ryan at first sight.

But I also knew I was just one of his many girlfriends.

He thought I loved him the most. After all, I hung on his every word.

"You know what, babe? You’re the easiest to keep happy," he murmured.

He leaned in, his lips brushing mine.

Is that so? I smirked, gently pushing him away.

"I’m getting married, Ryan."

Ryan’s face wasn't just unforgettable—his physical stamina was also way better than I could have ever imagined.

"Babe, I have a client dinner tonight, so I’ll be back late. Don't wait up, just go to sleep," he whispered in the dark room, finding my lips with perfect accuracy.

His warm palm cupped the back of my head. Between his teeth lingered the crisp scent of pine mixed with the heavy, bitter smell of tobacco.

After a long, breathless moment, he finally let me go and left.

Only when the heavy thud of the front door echoed through the apartment did I get out of bed and start getting dressed up.

I’m a sucker for a pretty face. The moment I saw Ryan at that party, I knew I had to have him.

That night, whether it was because my gaze was too intense or something else, he kept looking over at me. Even while he was busy sliding through the crowd, flirting with every girl in sight, his eyes kept locking onto mine.

He was a friend of my brother, Austin.

"Chloe, the guy is a total player. Think carefully. He goes through women faster than he changes his shirts," Austin had warned me. He knew my personality too well. He knew that if I wanted something, I wouldn't stop until I got it.

"You know me," I said, tilting my head with a smile. "I love a challenge. Let's see if I can break his record."

With Austin acting as our reluctant matchmaker, it didn't take long for Ryan and me to start dating.