Sorry, Charley

My conquests call me handsome, then I graduate to Baby. Later they yell out God at some point in the evening, but the part I'm not privy to are the asshole, player, and dickhead comments. I don't know how I can make it any clearer that I don't do relationships. Other than my mother, the only woman who knows me is Charley, my best friend since birth. She's not the typical chick. She writes for a sports magazine, smokes only the finest cigars and has a mean right hook. Charley's special.
A friends to lovers romance . Will the playboy finally find his match?