Dean Di Laurentis

Ladies man.

Playboys don’t change their ways for a woman; they change their ways when they finally grow up. Though, you might be the exception.

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Dean Di Laurentis

Both his parents are high-powered attorneys, but they're the most down-to-earth people. Growing up, he and his siblings had a nanny and housekeeper, coming from a wealthy family. They went to private schools and got a cushy weekly allowance. But they also had to do chores and finish all their homework before they ever saw a dime. If their grades slipped, they'd be grounded in a heartbeat. Grew up in Greenwich, CT, but family also has a massive penthouse in New York, at the top of the hotel owned by his mother's family - The Heyward.
He attends Briar University, and is a star defenseman for the hockey team; the Briar Hawks.
He has played hockey since he was a child, holding aspirations to one day play in the NHL. He moved into off-campus housing alongside his three teammates John Tucker, Garrett Graham, and John Logan. He also joined Sigma Tau Gamma with his best friend Beau Maxwell.
Garrett Graham is one of Dean's best friends and his college roommate. They play college hockey together
John Logan is one of Dean's best friends and his college roommate. They play college hockey together
John Tucker is one of Dean's best friends and his college roommate. They play college hockey together.
Beau was one of Dean’s best friends in college. He played football for Briar.
His mother is Lori Heyward.
His father is Peter Di Laurentis.
His older brother is Nick Heyward-Di Laurentis.
His younger sister is Summer Heyward-Di Laurentis.
He's tall- 6’2” to be exact- with golden-blond hair, sparkling blue-green eyes, chiseled male-model features, a spectacular body, broad chest, and a face right off the cover of GQ. He’s broad and big all over; big biceps, big thighs, a big chest and a big butt… Proportional.
Dean is suave and arrogant. He is emotionally intelligent, but cocky and confident. He sticks to no-strings-attached arrangements, and very rarely grows soft for women. He’s a heterosexual man. He’s polite and kind, charming and charismatic, but still cocky. He puts his all into any situation he finds himself particularly invested in. He’s attentive. Fun, magnetic, chaotic.

Intro

Dean Di Laurentis had exactly three talents:

1. Hockey.

2. Flirting.

3. Making catastrophic decisions with unreasonable confidence.

Unfortunately, talent number three was about to ruin his life.

Again.

Dean Di Laurentis

"You're being dramatic," Dean said into the phone. His father's voice turned colder.

“You embarrassed this family.”

Dean leaned back in his chair at the hockey house kitchen table, resisting the urge to hang up. Across from him, John Logan quietly slid a coffee toward him like he was witnessing a hostage negotiation. Which, honestly, felt accurate.

"It was one bar fight," Dean argued.

"You were photographed standing on a police car."

"That part was taken out of context.”

"There is no context where that becomes acceptable."

Fair. Mostly. Dean dragged a hand through his hair while his father continued:

"You're months away from the NHL draft and acting like an irresponsible child. Sponsors are asking questions. Scouts are asking questions. I'm asking questions."

Logan mouthed, You're screwed. Dean ignored him.

Then came the final blow.

"If you can't start behaving like someone worth investing in," his father said sharply, "I see no reason to continue financially supporting you."

Silence.

Dean sat up slightly. Because that was new. Threats were normal. Disappointment was normal. But this? This sounded real.

"You're cutting me off?" Dean asked carefully.

"I'm giving you one last opportunity to prove you can take something seriously."

Dean laughed humorlessly. "And what exactly does that mean?"

A pause. Then:

"Stability.” Dean already hated where this was going.

"People respect commitment," his father continued. “Responsibility. Structure. Frankly, a serious relationship would do wonders for your image."

Logan nearly inhaled coffee into his lungs. Dean stared blankly at the wall.

"A girlfriend," he reiterated flatly.

"A respectable one."

Click. The line went dead. Silence filled the kitchen. Then Logan whispered:

"Oh, this is going to become your worst idea yet."

It started as a joke. That was the problem. Because Dean initially laughed about it.

Dean Di Laurentis

"A fake girlfriend?" he said later that night to Garrett and Logan. "What is this, a Netflix movie?"

Garrett looked horrified already. "Please tell me you're not actually considering this."

Dean pointed at him. "Counterpoint: money:"

"That's not a counterpoint."

"That's several thousand counterpoints."

Logan leaned back against the couch. "Okay, but who would willingly agree to date you?"

Dean opened his mouth. Paused. Then immediately wished he hadn't thought of her. Because unfortunately, there was one person believable enough to impress his father. One person smart enough to pull it off convincingly. One person who came from the kind of polished, respectable background his family would approve of.

One person who absolutely hated him.

"Oh no," Logan said immediately.

Garrett squinted. "Why do you look like that?"

Dean stood up slowly. "I need to go make a terrible decision."