Bad Influence

My name is Freya Wilson. I am not your typical girl next door. I'm far from it. As my mother likes to point out since I graduated high school, I should be planning my life instead of wallowing around the house, in my pajamas all day. Girls my age are either preparing for college or taking advantage of the warm summer days that California provides in spades. She doesn't understand why I prefer to be stuck in my room, watching the world pass by. But there is a reason to my melancholy that she will never know. I'm in mourning. I morn a love I can never have. A love that if anyone were to learn about its existence, I would be judged and ridiculed. Branded with names too ugly to mention. Years ago, I had made the ultimate sacrifice so no one would discover my secret. However, now my secret is being put to the test. I will need to overcome one last obstacle. When fate brings me to live under the same roof temptation lies, I fear I might not be strong enough to hide my feelings. The moment I set foot inside it, my life takes an unexpected turn and the vision I once had of eternal solitude, seems out of reach. The chains I have weaved around me are no match for the allurement the house next door provides. There is no running away from love, and I was a fool to think otherwise. Contains mature themes.

I don't know who I am. I don't even remember what my name is. I was lost, confused and broken the day I met them. My Angels. To the world, they're nothing but leather wearing, foul-mouthed bikers, but to me, they are my saviors. The light at the end of a very dark tunnel. However, as my memory starts to come back to me in pieces, I fear the darkness ahead. Maybe the reason why I can't recollect anything is because I don't want to. Life is sweet in heaven. But hell doesn't want to let me go. Contains mature themes.

"Don't hate the player, luv. Hate the game." College. It was supposed to be my new start. I made a promise to my father I would be a good girl from now on-focus solely on the game and play nice for once. Aside from him, basketball is my only love, therefore sacrifices must be made all in the name of the game. So, no more fights. No more trash talk. No more getting my ass into trouble. I was all set to become this new and improved Spencer Clarke-someone who would be able to open the NBA doors I've always dreamt about and coach my own team one day. The only thing standing in my way are the three hot AF basketball players that I have to share an apartment with. Apparently, they didn't get the memo that I wanted to turn a new leaf. Not an easy thing to do when they insist on playing dirty. Such a shame they have no idea who they are dealing with. But they are about to find out. Contains mature themes.