Is Isaac Rivera Gay

River Wilson has her entire life planned: earn top grades, avoid distractions, and graduate as valedictorian. Love? Boys? Drama? Not on the schedule. But her perfect plan unravels the moment she steps into her new university apartment… and finds Taylor DeLuca shirtless, tattooed, and infuriatingly smug, standing in her kitchen. Thanks to a university housing glitch and a name too ambiguous to question, River ends up living with the one thing she promised to avoid: a boy who looks like trouble and acts like he invented it. Now she’s armed with a list of house rules, a schedule tighter than her ponytail, and one unbreakable boundary: no flirting. But Taylor has a smirk that makes her forget her rules… and a past that’s more complicated than his cocky charm lets on. What happens when the girl who has everything under control is forced to live with the boy who thrives on chaos? Let’s just say... Rule Number Eight is about to get broken.

"I'm gay." My eyes grow so big as I stop breathing, but two seconds later I'm bursting with laughter. "Okay funny," I finally tone down my laugh as I bring myself to look at him again. But he is still staring at me like he had been when he told me that joke. "Wait," uhh, "Really?" He nods, "Really." "You like... guys?" "I fuck guys." Oh wow, you really can't have it all can you. When he checks all the boxes, suddenly there's this big box he doesn't. The most important box, the top on the list. "You're gay or bi?" Because there's a big difference between those two. "I'm gay." "You never fuck a woman?" "I've never fucked a woman." "Then why the hell would you want me to be your sugar baby? To watch you fuck another man's butthole?" He smirks despite my little mockery. "Oh now it's funny?" "It is," he is still smirking, "But no. It's the opposite of what I wanna do." I bring my arms across my chest as I reply in my all-business tone, "Enlighten me." *** 22 year old Estelle is one of the best sugar babies the agency has ever had. She has the whole package, no dick ever gone soft seeing how perfect she is, both her body and personality. But can she sway Owen into the heterosexual group? After being in that homo-pool all this while?

PART 3 OF PERVERTED LITTLE ME SERIES This is for the boys. This is for the girls that love to see a boy and boy in love. This is another edition of the perverted little me that peaks into everyone's daily diary. I can't guarantee you to remain straight after reading this... Because RF came with more hot series for the boys and the biggest pride community. WARNING: GET READY FOR A CONSENSUAL RIDE. Namaste.

Ilya Ravenzo is living a lie. An Omega pretending as an Alpha inside the deadliest syndicate of all, the Crimson Circle. He survives on suppressants and is driven by one goal: revenge for his murdered family and ruined childhood. Everything shatters the night his suppressants fail, and he’s accidentally marked by Valen D’Avorin, the Alpha heir, the Don’s son, and the last man Ilya should ever belong to, his enemy’s son. Fuck. Ilya hates him to the core. Now bound to his enemy, hunted by secrets, and trapped between revenge and a bond that refuses to break, Ilya must decide how far he’s willing to go … and whether love born in sin can ever be escaped. Will an accidental bond stop Ilya from achieving his goals? Definitely not! He will burn them all.

Alessandro Romano has it all money, power, and a future already planned for him. In a few days, he’s getting engaged to the perfect woman. At least, that’s what the world sees. But Alessandro is living a lie. He has never loved a woman. He has never even wanted to. And the night before his engagement, one kiss with a stranger makes him feel more alive than ever. That stranger? Micah Hartwell. His soon-to-be fiancée’s older brother. Micah is everything Alessandro isn’t: bold, unafraid, and tired of hiding. Their connection is dangerous, messy, and impossible to ignore. But secrets have a way of surfacing. Sandra, the bride-to-be, is hiding something too. She knows Alessandro’s truth and she’s using it. The engagement is fake. Love is fake. But the damage? That’s very real. When everything blows up in public, Alessandro has to choose between the life he was raised for… and the love he never saw coming. He Said He’s Straight is a story about lies, love, freedom, and the fire it takes to be yourself even when the whole world says you can’t.

My name is Christian Thompson, and once upon a time, I was the best striker in European football. That was until he came along—Ashford Ryder, young and carefree, 10 years my junior and the new shining star. I hate him. At least that's what I tell myself. Not just because he's taken my spot, but because he's everything I've struggled all my life to be, and not to be. He's vibrant, he's happy, and the worst of all, he's openly gay. I'm not homophobic, quite the opposite—I've lived in the closet all my life. All my life, I've had to hide who I am to please the people around me. European football hasn't always been this accepting of gay men, and I'd squeezed myself into a box to fit in with what they wanted of me. It isn’t that hard when you think about my family who'd rather disown me than have an openly gay son. So imagine how I feel when the world decides to be more accommodating to people like Ashford Ryder when they shoved me in a box. It's not so easy to hate the happy-go-lucky striker, when he does everything to get close to me, despite my insistent hatred for him. He's like a thorn in my side—a hot, sexy, blonde, 5ft9 thorn I can't stop thinking about. But when one day I lose my cool around the popular striker and land myself in bad press, I end up needing his help. It's supposed to be easy. Spend some time with Ashford Ryder, and show our fans that we can work together—it's what I need to do to save my career. But no one tells you how hard it is to hate someone you spend every waking hour dreaming about.