Coaching My Bad Boy Roommate

Aria Parker only took the coaching job because her father's debt collectors gave her three days to pay. Ronan Sterling's grandmother spotted her during a pizza delivery, watched her flip a guy twice her size without breaking a sweat, and offered triple pay, room and board, and a hundred grand upfront. The catch? Keep her grandson on the taekwondo mat. Ronan had already chewed through twenty coaches that year. He figured number twenty-one would be gone in a week.

Aria beat him in a sparring match on day one, then shoved a contract in his face: strictly coach and student, no romance, no flirting. Break it, and she'd owe three times the fee. Ronan spotted the loophole immediately. If he could make her fall in love with him, he could dump her, trigger the clause, and kick her out for good. He set the trap that same night, walking out of the shower just as his teammates arrived, ready to frame her for seducing him. Aria turned the game around so fast he never saw it coming—she called his bluff, pushed back harder, and left him flustered in front of his own crew. He deleted the photos and cleared the room.

The plan kept slipping. When Tiffany, a classmate who wanted Ronan for herself, planted her designer bags in Aria's things and accused her of theft, Ronan broke into the security office, pulled the footage, and cleared her name in front of the dean. He claimed he was just bored. Then he faked a near-kiss in the locker room to humiliate her, only to realize the photo wasn't enough to fool his grandmother—and his heart was beating faster than it should have been. Every move he made to destroy her only pulled him closer.

The coaching sessions blurred into late-night arguments and accidental moments of honesty. Ronan kept telling himself he was playing a role. Aria kept reminding herself he was just another rich boy who'd throw her away. The contract had rules for everything except what happens when the guy who planned to do the breaking is the first one to fall.