“Did I ever tell you that you are so handsome?” Kate’s face was burning as she stared into Carlos’ grey eyes, her breath hot against his face. She giggled, throwing her head back before returning her eyes to the Devil. In a whisper, she added, “Today, you are looking extra handsome; my underwear is falling off.” She giggled again, this time adding color to her face. “Kate, not here,” Carlos whispered back, but a smile formed on his face while he said those words. For the last five minutes, Kate had been exaggerating her praises and occasionally throwing pickup lines. She was sitting on his lap, her arms around him as she continued to tease him in ways he never thought were possible for his Kate. Biting her lip, she traced his chest with her finger, her eyes burning through his clothes. “Are you?” Carlos paused. “Stripping me naked with your eyes, my Kate?” Kate’s laughter roared inside the car, amused by Carlos’ probing. In a sensual tone, she said back, “Let’s play Titanic. Yo

Kate paced on her heels with a hat over her head and a jacket that partly hid her face. She caught up with Carlos, and he held her hand. The couple was making the long walk to the private room within Paris’ police station. Detective Bernard welcomed them. “Good afternoon, Mister Ronaldo. Miss Wright. Gabin has been waiting for your arrival.” He opened the door and walked in, finding Gabin sitting in a chair, his hair disheveled, and his eyes had dark circles around. Clearly, he was stressed out about that video. Carlos locked eyes with Gabin. His jaws clenched while firmly holding Kate’s hand. Softly, he called, “Gabin.” “Carlos, listen to me -” “I’d like you to meet Kate, my girlfriend,” Carlos introduced. Learning about Kate, Gabin leaned back. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, and he heaved dramatically. “I’m in so much mess now.” Kate, on the other hand, stilled. Her eyes had never left Gabin's since they entered the room. She was stunned by his resemblance to Carlos.

“It’s a back-to-back win on The Devil’s Team! For the first time, Alexander Jenkins passed the quarterfinals during the Wimbledon Championships. Like The Devil, he was fast today - fierce, and he might have already caught The Devil’s powerful serve,” the sports commentator broadcasted after Carlos and Alexander won their matches. “As for Carlos Ronaldo, ladies and gentlemen, it was expected of him. Despite the current issues surrounding his personal life, The Devil remains to be in control on the tennis court!” Carlos’ win was no longer a surprise, but Alexander’s newfound enthusiasm impressed many. Immediately after his match, Carlos congratulated his friend, hugging him as he entered the locker rooms. The Devil remarked, “Best game yet?” A wide grin appeared on Alexander’s face. He replied, “I was surprised myself. I’ve been sleeping better.” “You are more focused now that Kendra is not disturbing you,” Carlos remarked, leaving them to chuckle, but at the thought of Kendra, they b

The day before Wimbledon Finals. “Are you sure this is the place?” Guillaume asked his men after looking out at the gates of a huge mansion. “Yes, sir. This is exactly what was shown in her recent video,” his underling replayed Hailey’s public post on social media where Carlos Ronaldo’s supposed car entered the gates and then the next showed how Carlos went through the doors to the mansion. “It’s the exact same house, same gate. And we have verified with the neighborhood security." He laughed, commenting, "After we showed them our ID, they easily let us in." “This Mckenzie girl is inside, but during this time, she always goes to the bar. She should be heading out.” Guillaume nodded. He fixed his shirt and hair. He came prepared, buying a van just for that taking. Having been privileged all his life, Guillaume knew how to make himself look good. He wore expensive clothes, the kind that hugged his body perfectly. That day, he was looking extra attractive. He made himself the perfe

Kate was silent, drinking her wine, when Savannah said to the ladies at their table, “I don’t know, Alina. You should just let the man do the pursuing. I haven’t seen Carlos chase any tennis players. Maybe he already has someone special." Savannah earnestly felt bad for Kate. She invited her to their table, only to listen to her colleagues' yearns for Carlos Ronaldo. She turned to Kate, asking, “You okay?” Kate nodded and tried to change the topic. She said, “I saw your game during the quarterfinals. It was a good match. You were competing with -” “Me,” Maria said. “And yes, I agree. Savy gave me a hard time.” “So, Kate, how did you get the modeling job? I mean, any girl would kill for that job?” Hannah asked, still unsettled at how Kate got close to Carlos. “I - I worked for Carlos’ company, and that was how I got the modeling job,” Kate told part of the truth, and then she smiled. “If that’s the case, what are you doing here?” Alina chuckled. “Please don’t tell me, you are one