DANGEROUS GAMES
You want to know what's worse than being in love with your best friend for thirteen years?
Realizing you're not as straight as you thought while seducing her ex-boyfriend for revenge.
I'm Diego Vaughn and I've been lying to myself since high school.
The bullies who called me gay? They saw something I couldn't admit. But I had Avani - my best friend, my proof of normalcy, the girl I convinced myself I loved. Loving her meant I was straight.
Except I've never been safe.
Five years ago, my brother Matteo disappeared. I've been searching for him ever since.
Then Avani starts dating Felton D'Angelo. A billionaire playboy who owned half the luxury hotels in LA. He told her from day one he doesn't do commitment. She thought she could change him.
She was wrong.
So she came to me crying and proposed her brilliant revenge plan: I should seduce Felton, make him fall in love, then destroy him.
I said yes because I would do anything for her and because maybe if I do this, she'll finally see me as more than her safe best friend.
I said yes because I didn't know Felton D'Angelo was the worst kind of dangerous.
I'm supposed to be pretending but when he touches me, when he leans close and whispers what he wants to do to me, when his hand slides up my thigh under the table and I don't pull away - that's not acting.
That's the truth I've been running from for thirteen years catching up to me.
This was supposed to be simple. Seduce the playboy, break his heart, make Avani love me. Instead I'm falling for a man who might have killed my brother.
And the worst part?
I think I want to let him.
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Chapter: COME UP WITH ONEDIEGO'S POVThe first package arrived at 7 AM. On opening my door, I found a box with expensive wrapping and it had my name on it.At first I was skeptical because you never know until I got Felton's message.Inside was the art book. The one I'd mentioned in an interview two years ago and it was a limited edition worth three freaking thousand dollarsThe card said: For your collection. —FTwo hours later another delivery, a sculpture tool that was custom made with initials engraved.For your art. —FThird delivery at noon and this time they were gallery tickets.For tomorrow night. Wear something beautiful. —FI sat on my couch surrounded by gifts and thought about the fact that Felton D'Angelo was paying attention. My phone buzzed. What again? I clicked it only to find a video message. What was Felton D'Angelo up to again?He was in a bathtub with a champagne flute and water sliding down his chest while he looked at the camera like he could see straight through me."Diego. I've bee
Last Updated: 2026-04-02
Chapter: THE PLANFELTON'S POVThe man's name was David Torres.He'd been skimming from my casinos for six months. Three hundred thousand dollars. He thought I wouldn't notice.I noticed everything."Mr. D'Angelo," he said, sitting across from me in the warehouse. "I can explain—""I'm sure you can. The question is whether I care about your explanation.""It was a mistake. I'll pay it back. Every cent. Please—""David." I leaned forward. "Do you know what I do to people who steal from me?""I wasn't stealing. I was borrowing—""You were stealing and now you're lying about it which makes this worse.""Please," David said again. "I have a family. Kids. I need—""You needed three hundred thousand dollars? For what?""Gambling debts.""You stole from me to pay gambling debts to someone else." I smiled. "That's almost impressive.""I'll get you the money—""You will but first you're going to do something for me."His face went pale. "What?""You're going to tell me exactly who you owe money to and then you'
Last Updated: 2026-03-23
Chapter: FIRST DATEDIEGO'S POVThree days.Three days of Avani texting me every four hours asking if I'd called him yet.“Have you reached out?”“Diego, what are you waiting for?”“The longer you wait, the less interested he'll be.”“Please. I need this.”I stared at Felton's number that I'd gotten from Sienna who'd gotten it from God knows where.Maybe I should delete it then I'd tell Avani this was insane and I wasn't doing it.Should—My phone rang, it was sienna."Hey," I answered."Diego. Listen. I need to tell you something about Felton D'Angelo.""What about him?""Be careful. He's not—he's not what he seems.""What does that mean?""It means he's dangerous. It means people who get close to him tend to disappear. It means—" She stopped. "Just be careful. Okay?""Sienna, what are you talking about?""I can't explain but you should trust me. Stay away from him." She hung up, leavinge not only confused but scared at the same time.Why would Sienna call to warn me about her own boss? Whatever she had
Last Updated: 2026-03-22
Chapter: MATTEO'S BROTHERFELTON'S POVSinners was boring tonight.I sat in the VIP section with a drink I wasn't touching and watched a woman who'd been trying to catch my eye for twenty minutes. She was stunning.Two years ago I would have taken her home. Last year I would have fucked her in the bathroom. Tonight I couldn't even remember why I used to care."You look miserable," Marco said, sliding into the booth next to me."I'm bored.""You're always bored.""Exactly."He laughed. Marco ran security for all my properties. He had known me since we were teenagers running cons in Miami. He was one of three people who knew what the D'Angelo empire actually was."Maybe you should try something new," he said. "Charity work, yoga and monogamy.""Fuck off.""Just saying. When was the last time you were actually interested in someone?"I thought about it. I couldn't remember. People were entertaining for maybe three hours. After that they wanted things; Connection, meaning and feelings.I didn't do feelings."Ther
Last Updated: 2026-03-22
Chapter: THE PROPOSAL.DIEGO'S POVThe photo was from three years ago.Matteo's arm around my shoulders, both of us squinting into the sun at Venice Beach. His smile was wide and real and I could still hear his laugh if I tried hard enough.My phone buzzed. Avani's name on the screen. Calling at 11 PM on a Thursday which meant either she was drunk or something was very wrong.I answered. "Hey."She was crying which meant something was wrong. "Where are you?" I asked, already standing up."Home." Her voice broke on the word. "Can you—Diego, can you come over? I need—I just need you here.""I'm coming. Twenty minutes.""Okay." A shaky breath. "Okay. Thank you."The drive to her apartment in Silver Lake took eighteen minutes. I parked illegally and took the stairs two at a time because the elevator in her building had been broken for three weeks and the landlord didn't care.She opened the door before I could knock.Mascara everywhere. Hair in a messy bun. Wearing the oversized UCLA hoodie I'd given her four y
Last Updated: 2026-03-22
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