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Kaya POV

“Are you okay?” Flynn hums, his face morphs into concern. Something that shouldn't be possible with a robot.

My mouth fries and I step back from his embrace, “I..I just need to think that's all”

Flynn takes a step closer to me, “You shouldn't worry about Tom and Riley so much, they are powerless. Your plan is working and soon they will face the consequences of their actions” he says in one breath, a look of unbelief on his face like he's surprised I am even worried.

“You are smartest woman I know Kaya” he eyes flicker to me. His gaze is so intense that my heart drums so loudly I think he can hear it

My lip perk up, trying to drop the tension between us. My arms across my body, “I am the only smart woman you know Flynn”

He laughs and the sound vibrates so hard that it attracts looks from everyone. Me standing there and a hot football player laughing over what I said.

I want to hide and diassapear but Flynn grabs me before I can, “At least you're not as stupid as, dumb
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  • Programmed the Quaterback Robot to Love   13

    Kaya POV “Are you okay?” Flynn hums, his face morphs into concern. Something that shouldn't be possible with a robot. My mouth fries and I step back from his embrace, “I..I just need to think that's all” Flynn takes a step closer to me, “You shouldn't worry about Tom and Riley so much, they are powerless. Your plan is working and soon they will face the consequences of their actions” he says in one breath, a look of unbelief on his face like he's surprised I am even worried. “You are smartest woman I know Kaya” he eyes flicker to me. His gaze is so intense that my heart drums so loudly I think he can hear it My lip perk up, trying to drop the tension between us. My arms across my body, “I am the only smart woman you know Flynn” He laughs and the sound vibrates so hard that it attracts looks from everyone. Me standing there and a hot football player laughing over what I said. I want to hide and diassapear but Flynn grabs me before I can, “At least you're not as stupid as, dumb

  • Programmed the Quaterback Robot to Love   12

    Kaya POV The car slows at the front steps of the Lions Foundation Gala, and even from behind the tinted glass, the night feels impossibly bright. Rows of spotlights cut through the dark, painting marble columns in gold and white. Camera flashes spark at every new arrival. Music floats on the breeze, soft piano notes weaving around the low murmur of voices and the occasional clink of crystal glasses. The double doors stand open, spilling warm light across the steps like a stage. Beside me in the back seat, Lily smooths the skirt of her deep green gown, eyes bright with a familiar spark. “Ready?” she asks, though it’s less question and more promise. “Not even close,” I admit, voice smaller than I want. She squeezes my hand lightly. “Too late now. Head high, Kaya.” The door swings open. For a second, I hesitate, but then the air itself seems to push me forward and I step out, heels clicking against stone, the satin of my black off-shoulder dress brushing warm against my sk

  • Programmed the Quaterback Robot to Love   11

    Kaya POV The next day by the time practice ends, the late afternoon sun has dipped low enough to burn yellow across the field. Coach’s voice carries over the hum of the team gathering near the benches. “Listen up,” he says, smacking his clipboard against his palm. “This Saturday, the Lions Foundation Gala, sponsors, media, old players, the works. Black tie. Show up, smile, don’t embarrass the damn team.” Half-laughs ripple across the locker room. Jaden elbows Gideon, grinning like it’s a party already. Tom doesn’t crack a smile his jaw set tight, arms folded across his chest. Flynn listens, face calm, gaze flicking toward me for just a beat too long. I keep my eyes on my clipboard, pretending to review a page of stats I know by heart. Coach mutters, “Yes, even you, Whinley,” tossing Tom a pointed look. “Behave.” Tom’s lip curls, but he doesn’t answer. When the team breaks, players start streaming to the showers, Flynn drifts closer. His shirt clings damp to broad shoulde

  • Programmed the Quaterback Robot to Love   10

    Kaya POVI'm completely caught off guard but I blink stepping back, “I built you, I don’t have to answer to you,” He nods slowly, a quirky smirk spreading across his lips, “I have to go to the Team’s quarters, the boys are having a welcome party for me” his eyes glint as the sky starts to darkenI nod, thankful for the dark sky to hide my blush, “I will be at my lab” I turn away, I wont allow him read me so easily. The stadium hum quietly after dark. Field lights fade to pools of white against the grass, and the echoes of footsteps vanish until it feels like the whole place holds its breath. I bury myself in my lab, fluorescent light buzzing above, fingers skimming across the keyboard as code and data logs flood my screens. Numbers comfort me, they are predictable, precise, where nothing moves unless I say so.I scan my screen one more time when I spot something different.Twice during practice today, Flynn paused mid-sentence. Just half a breath, but it wasn’t there in the instr

  • Programmed the Quaterback Robot to Love   9

    Kaya POV The day goes by as the media crews clear out slowly, their chatter fading behind me. I stay by the doorway, half-hidden in the shade, clipboard clutched tightly that my fingers ache. Flynn disappears inside first, towel slung over his shoulder, jersey sticking to sweat-slicked skin. For a heartbeat, my breath catches, the way the light hits him, sweat tracing along sharp lines of muscle, abs flexing with every easy stride. It shouldn’t do this to me. It shouldn’t matter that he looks exactly how I built him, strong, graceful, absurdly perfect. But under the shine of sweat, chest still rising and falling from practice, there’s something almost human about him that scrapes under my ribs. Tom follows close behind, helmet in hand, jaw tight enough to crack stone. The locker room door swings open wider, giving me a glimpse, benches scattered with gear, smell of sweat, soap and steam curling from the showers. Inside, their voices bounce off the tile and steel. Tom’s cuts

  • Programmed the Quaterback Robot to Love   8

    Kaya POV Today is media Day… and by the time I step onto the field, the stadium doesn’t look like a practice ground anymore. White tents ripple in the breeze, long tables glint with branded water bottles, and camera crews drag cables across the turf like hungry snakes. Media Day always felt ridiculous to me, a glossy parade of smiles and interviews that mean nothing by the next news cycle. Usually, I keep to the edges, notebook in hand, face politely blank, Invisible, here to support Tom from behind, right before he got signed with the lions, i always made sure to keep my distance on media day as he instructed But not today. PR taps me on the shoulder before I even set down my bag, voice cheerful but brisk. “Kaya? We’d love a few shots of you and Flynn together,” she blinks with a barbie smile that screams jealousy, “Just for socials, nothing too serious you know.” My mouth opens, then shuts again. “Me? Why?” “You’re the analyst, right? Fans love the behind-the-scen

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