Todos los capítulos de Programmed the Quaterback Robot to Love: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

Riley POV The next morning, I shut the locker room door behind me, I spin on my heel, heart pounding harder than it should. “Something happened last night” I hiss. Tom doesn’t even flinch. He leans against the wall, arms crossed, jaw tight with something that looks an awful lot like restraint. “What was that?” he says coolly. “Kaya,” I snap. “With Flynn. Last night. I saw them. The way she looked at him. It didn’t seem like two people who just met a few weeks ago, it was as if she’s known him her whole life. Like they’ve got some secret.” Tom’s eyes narrow. “Where?” “Stadium,” I mutter. “They were alone, it was late and they were way too close.” For a second, silence. Then, slowly, Tom straightens, his expression shifting from annoyance to calculation. His eyes glint under the harsh hallway lights, the way they always do when he smells blood in the water. “Then we have to dig deeper,” he says. I blink. “Dig what? His past is clean, Tom. I checked it myself when he

Kaya POV The day slowly passes by under the burning sun and soon practice ends. The practice was tense. No one said it out loud, but the energy on the field was different today. Tom played harder than usual, throwing unnecessary shoulders and slamming into people like it was personal. Flynn didn’t rise to it, he just outplayed him, again and again, calmly, efficiently, like he was three steps ahead every time. I didn’t say much during drills. Just clipped instructions and quick feedback, sticking close to the tablet and pretending not to notice the way Tom kept glaring at Flynn every time he got shown up. Riley kept her distance too, but I caught her watching them from the edge of the field, arms crossed, expression unreadable. By the time practice wrapped up, the sun had started dipping low, casting long shadows across the turf. Most of the team cleared out fast. I stayed behind to pack up equipment, stalling without really knowing why. Eventually, I ended up here. Th

KAYA POV The next night, i head to my uncles company, and as usual the lab is quiet this late into the night, the soft hum of power lines and the faint buzz of monitors filling the silence. Flynn sits on the edge of the charging pod, his shirt discarded onto the stool beside him, arms resting casually on his thighs. The overhead light casts a glow across his shoulders, catching on the fine circuitry patterns hidden beneath skin that looks frustratingly perfect. I adjust the pod’s settings on the tablet, trying to avoid staring too long at the curve of his jaw or the way his lashes cast shadows over his cheek. He doesn’t make it easy. He never does. “You sure you don’t want a technician assigned for this?” I ask, voice level, fingers swiping through the final diagnostics. “Rather than dragging me out all the time, It’d be faster.” Flynn grins. “But less fun.” “Of course.” I roll my eyes. I move toward the pod and reach to connect the final wire to the port at the base of

Kaya POV The next morning the air is lighter, but my brain is turning in circles about the glitch with Flynn. I push my lab door open, and there’s already a thick white envelope sitting on my desk. Cream cardstock. Gold trim. Embossed with the Lions’ logo at the center like it’s some royal decree. Of course it’s my father being extra. I tear it open while holding my coffee and read the elegant script inside. “The Lions Club requests your presence at the Annual Youth Foundation Charity Gala. Black tie.” “Of course. A gala. Because apparently, sleep deprivation and existential dread aren’t glamorous enough.” I snort I toss the envelope onto my desk, but curiosity gets the better of me when I see a similar one peeking out from Flynn’s locker. A matching one is pinned to Gerald’s corkboard too. Even Coach has one sitting half-open beside his thermos in the main office. So it’s not just for show. The whole team’s invited. Great. The locker room is already buzzing when I wa

Kaya POV The stadium lab feels different at night, its slowly becoming my favorite place to work in. And its not because I get to spend time with Flynn here after hours. Outside the stadium windows, the city lights shimmer faintly, but in here, the glow of the monitors is the only thing breaking the dark. I’m sitting at my desk, running a fresh diagnostic on Flynn’s system. The scan is crawling, line by line, feeding me clean results. Or at least… they should be clean. Flynn is sitting a few feet away, sprawled in a chair like he’s completely at ease. One arm hangs lazily over the side, his gaze fixed on me. Not the screen, not the equipment, on me. It’s unnerving. I keep my focus on the data stream. “You don’t have to sit here the whole time. It’s boring.” His lips twitch into that lazy, infuriating smirk. “You think watching you work is boring?” I roll my eyes, pretending to be unaffected. “For most people, yes.” “Good thing I’m not most people,” he says, leaning fo