But even worse, athletes hate journalists. It's a lesson I should've learned by now. That all changes when my editor reassigns me. I'm not supposed to see him again, and he's never supposed to find out I'm a reporter. In my defense, I don't recognize Ollie Strömberg right away.

Word of advice: learn how to introduce yourself properly. I take him up on it without asking his name. A fake boyfriend seems like an easy and quick solution to get my family off my back, and this guy is volunteering. I have a bitter ex-boyfriend and an unstable NHL career to show for it. My family believe I can't be happy if I'm not out to the world.

Even if they're charming and adorably nerdy and offer to help. Word of advice: don't come out to random guys in public restrooms. Then again, neither is fooling around with him on my private jet. What I don’t expect is to start caring for the guy. I get to stick it to my politician dad who thinks no one is good enough for the Huntington name, and Matt’s reputation of being the bad boy of football dies. From his paranoia over being constantly photographed to his aversion to PDA, being with Matt isn’t the care-free fake relationship I expected when I signed on to do this. What Damon neglected to mention is Matt is surly and bitter. Pretend to be Matt Jackson’s boyfriend, my best friend said.

If only my fake boyfriend wasn’t Noah Huntington III-the most arrogant, entitled rich guy in the world. I’ll do anything to play for the NFL again, even pretend to have a steady boyfriend. He wants me to become the poster boy for gay football players. Want to know the fastest way to get screwed out of a football career? Get photographed in a compromising position in a gay bar. Trick Play ( Fake Boyfriend #2) by Eden Finley Wait … why is the straight guy kissing me? Forty-eight hours with my sister’s best friend in exchange for a meeting with a possible client. It’s because of guys like him people don’t believe me when I tell them I’m gay.Īfter an injury that cost me my baseball career, I’m trying to leave my playing days behind and focus on being the best sports agent I can be. When my sister asks me to pretend to be some straight guy’s boyfriend, my automatic response is to say no. Meeting the guy I’m bribing to be my boyfriend for the weekend makes me question everything about myself. And I have to bring my boyfriend-the boyfriend who doesn’t exist because I’m straight.Īt least, I think I am. Now, five years later and after a drunken encounter, I find myself invited to her wedding. When the pressure to marry my childhood sweetheart became too much, I told her I was gay and then fled to New York like my ass was on fire.

The reason I rarely go home is three simple words: I’m a liar. Fake Out ( Fake Boyfriend #1) by Eden Finley

Hat Trick by Eden Finley