Semua Bab My Ex's Football Rival Wants Me: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Carmen's POVMy half-sister had completely lost her mind, and I was sitting on my own bed watching it happen in real time.Mirabel had shown up at my apartment twenty minutes ago without calling ahead, which was very like her, and she had been talking ever since. Pacing back and forth in front of my window with that restless energy she got whenever she wanted something badly enough that her body couldn't contain it. I had seen this version of her before. It never ended well for whoever happened to be in the room."Just hear me out," she said, for the third time."I have been hearing you out, Mirabel. That's the problem."She ignored me, which was also very on-brand. Her heels clicked against my floor as she turned and came back the other way. I watched her and thought about how she always did this when she wanted something badly enough that the desperation became so obvious. The pacing, the restlessness, like the desire had nowhere to go and so it just moved her around the room. I had

Carmen’s POVI called Mirabel at seven in the morning, three days after she left my apartment. Elena's surgeon had already called twice about the outstanding balance on her post-op care, politely the first time, less so the second. Mateo's academy fees were due at the end of the month and I had already moved money around twice to cover the last one. There were no more corners to cut. There was no freelance job I could pick up in time, no loan I could qualify for without a cosigner, no version of the next six weeks where I looked at all three of those things at once and found a way through without help.I sat on the edge of my bed with my phone in my hand for ten minutes before I dialled. I thought about every single thing I hated about Mirabel's proposal and what it would mean to say yes to it, and then I thought about Mateo being told his placement had been pulled, and I pressed the call button.Mirabel picked the call on the second ring."I'll do it," I said. A beat of silence. The

Carmen's POVI kissed him back with fervour while having my hand on the back of his neck to pull him into me. My mouth was on his like it was the only thing I had been thinking about for the last hour. There was no pause and no performance and the kiss was deep and hungry and nothing like the ones at the bar. Those had been for the room. This one was just for us.His hand slid around my waist and the sound he made against my mouth was low and rough and I felt it in my chest. The partition was already up, dark glass sealing us off from everything, and the rest of Madrid could have disappeared and I would not have noticed.I climbed into his lap. My dress rode up my thighs and his hands were on my hips instantly, fingers pressing hard enough to send heat rushing through my stomach. I could feel him getting harder underneath me with every movement and I rolled my hips against him deliberately and he groaned into my mouth while his grip tightened on me like a reflex."Careful," he murmure

Carmen's POVI had the best dream of my life, and I was half awake wishing it had happened in real life. Wait a minute! I kept my eyes closed for a moment and let the night come back to me in pieces. The bar. The car. The penthouse. His hands. His mouth. The sounds he made. My body was sore in places I hadn't known could be sore, a deep, slow ache between my legs that felt like proof of something I was not ready to think about in the daylight. What the actual fuck?!I opened my eyes.The room was large, unfamiliar, flooded with morning light. The sheets were cream colored, expensive and tangled around my legs. The city was out there through the windows, bright and awake, completely indifferent to whatever had happened in this room a few hours ago.I could feel the weight of someone watching me without wanting to interrupt. I turned my head slowly and he was there, lying on his side facing me, already awake, already watching. His hair was messy from the night. His eyes were soft, warm.

Andre's POVAfter Carmen left, I strolled through the quiet house while trying to process all that had happened about 6 hours ago. I needed to have hot coffee. I walked into the kitchen and turned on the coffee machine. I stood there in the kitchen for over 10 minutes, shirtless, waiting for the coffee machine to finish, and the silence in the house was doing things to my head. Six hours ago this apartment had Carmen’s voice in it, her perfume, her breathing, the sounds she made when I was fucking her. Now it was just me and the coffee machine, with the faint smell of her still clinging to my sheets down the hallway.The driver I had called to take her home actually works for me because Andre Fernandez has to be one step ahead. I had called Rafael, who had been handling private transport for the family for three years. Before the car arrived I sent Rafael a message: note the address she gives, get me her full name if the building has a reception, and send everything to me within the h