All Chapters of The Billionaire Jock's Game of Love: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Taylor POVThe massive Kiss Cam screen is broadcasting my boyfriend Dylan kissing another woman in front of an entire stadium full of thousands of strangers.The rush of shock, betrayal, and adrenaline echoes the roar of the crowd as I stand there utterly heartbroken.If I didn't see it with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe that Dylan, my Dylan, would ever do something like this to me.My fingers tighten around the cardboard banner in my lap—Cheers for Dylan.Dylan is one of the football players tonight. He was immediately hired by this team after graduation, and it is his debut game as a professional football player.As his girlfriend, I'm here to cheer for him. Only a few minutes ago, Dylan scored another touchdown, the entire stadium erupting in a chorus of excitement and cheers, but no one screaming louder than me as a fresh wave of pride washed over me for my boyfriend's talents.Now during the halftime break, Dylan should be in the locker room resting for the second half of the g

Aiden POVTwenty Minutes AgoMy mind keeps replaying the moment I saw Ella kissing him while her hand keep rubbing his arm as if it belongs there. My chest tightens at the thought.As if that weren't enough, some girl—barely more than a stranger—yanked me into a kiss, and of course the kiss cam caught it. The crowd roared and in that moment I wanted to disappear.Now I'm supposed to be paying attention to the match, blending in with the crowd, but how can I?I'm a billionaire, a quarterback for one of the biggest American football teams, and one of the main investors in Pacific Wave FC. People expect me to look like I have it all under control, not play kissing with some stranger.Fans around me chant and clap, plastic cups slosh beer onto the sticky concrete under my shoes. I sit stiff in the cheap seats, collar cutting at my neck, trying to look like any other spectator.But the guy two rows down keeps sneaking glances, like he half-recognizes me from a sports headline or a highligh

Taylor POV"Actually, I bet you don't have any real friend or family." The words rip from my mouth before I can even stop them, sharp and venomous. "Your self-centered, toxic bias will make you die alone."Aiden's jaw tightens. The corridor light reflects off his cheekbone to create a harsh expression making his face appear unyielding and dark.The heat inside me starts to fade after I finally lashed out.I turn my back to him while my leather jacket swings behind me as I sprint down the corridor.The night air outside slams against me, sharp and cool.No security guards are searching for me anymore, but I still slip through the shadows carefully until the stadium noise fades behind me.My lungs burn as I push into a run, sneakers slapping against the cracked pavement. My legs are trembling, but I don't slow down—not until I spot a familiar figure standing by her car, her phone screen casting a blue light across her face."Kiera!""Taylor!" She waves at me, her voice high and breathle

Aiden POVThe heat of her body is still against me when I snap back to myself.One second my eyes are closed, finally calm, the next she's draped across me like she belongs there. My chest tightens—not from pain but from irritation. I shove her back, palms firm against her shoulders."You're in such a hurry to climb all over me?" My voice cuts sharp, meant to sting.Her eyes widen, breath hitching, like she didn't expect me to notice.Please.They always think they're clever. Always think I won't see through it."It was an accident," she blurts, voice cracking. "I tripped over the basket."My mouth twists, but not into anything kind. "I know enough. Just another bottom-feeder pretending this is about work."She fires back, voice tight with anger, and for a second I see something in her—fire, desperation, maybe both. "This is my career. My dream. I fought to get here. You think I'd throw that away? You think I'd humiliate myself in front of half the staff just to get near you?"I tilt

Taylor POVThe long halftime break feels like an endless pause between two storms which will soon unleash their fury.The tunnel walls continue to vibrate from the crowd noise while I walk toward the locker room.I enter the locker room with my clipboard against my body to find Aiden and his teammates resting on benches while their sweat-drenched shoulders glistening and their water bottles release a steady stream of water.He sits alone with his elbows resting on his knees while his head remains lowered as if the entire weight of the fields is resting in his hands. Now or never. I force my legs to move.The air feels thicker around him, heavy like static, making every nerve in me go tight."Hey, Aiden," I say, my voice steadier than I feel. "I want to talk to you. About Ella."His lift his head, staring at me with those gray eyes narrowing, though his expression stays unreadable."What about her?" His tone is flat, as if he doesn't care, but the flicker in his gaze betrays him.He ca