All Chapters of My Ex's Football Rival Wants Me: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

Carmen's POV "Shit," Russell cursed the moment he saw me standing in the doorway. He scrambled out of the bed, grabbing his pants from the floor and pulling them on in a hurry, one leg at a time, like the speed of it was going to help anything. He crossed to where I was standing, took my arm without asking, and pulled me out of the room and into the hallway, pulling the door shut behind us before I could open my mouth. I gripped the wall for support. My legs were barely holding me."What the fuck is going on?" I managed to get out. He stood in front of me with his shirt still off, running a hand through his hair, looking at everything in the hallway except my face. He started talking. About how things had gotten complicated. About how I needed to understand. About his career and where he was now and what that required of him. I stood there and let him talk, because I didn't yet have the words for what I was feeling and listening was easier than finding them. "You have to understand

Carmen's POVFrom across the section I had confirmed the brown hair, the dark jacket, the confident posture, all of it matching Mirabel's description close enough that I was sure. But that was at a distance. Up close, as he leaned forward to say something to one of his companions and the light caught his face properly, the details filled in and they were better than the photograph. His jaw was sharper, his shoulders were broader, and his eyes were dark and warm. When they settled on me they lingered.I turned back to my drink and took a sip and let myself feel it.I set my glass down and looked at him again, slowly, deliberately. Then I let one corner of my mouth lift into something that was not quite a smile. It was smaller than that, more deliberate. I was sending an invitation.He held my gaze for a long moment. Then he raised his glass to me from across the section, just slightly, and said something to the man beside him without looking away from me.A few minutes later the barten

Carmen's POVHe came down on top of me, his weight pressing me into the mattress, his mouth on mine, his hands in my hair. Every thought I had about Mirabel, about plans, about the reason I was in this building tonight, went completely dark.His body against mine was everything I had imagined at the bar. The hard muscle under his warm skin, the broad shoulders pinning me down. The athlete's build bare and flush against me with nothing between us except my underwear. He was strong, I could feel it with the way he effortlessly moved me, one hand lifting my hips to pull me closer while the other held my wrists loosely above my head.But I didn't want to be underneath him. Not yet. I wanted to touch him first.I pushed against his chest and he pulled back immediately, reading my face, giving me space. I sat up on the bed and looked at him standing in front of me in the low city light, bare chest, abs, gosh! His skin, golden brown, and something inside me shifted. I wanted to put my mouth

Carmen's POVThe first result was a W i k i p e d i a page. The photograph at the top showed a man in a white football jersey, arms spread wide after a goal, stadium lights shining behind him, thousands of people on their feet. The face was the same face that had been watching me from the pillow twenty minutes ago.Andre Fernandez is a Spanish professional footballer who plays as a winger for La Liga club Real Numancia and the Spain national team. Known for his exceptional dribbling, pace and agility, he is considered one of the best left-footed right wingers in the world. A footballer?! No, it cannot be happening. I scrolled down.His current market value is 150 million euros. Fernandez joined Numancia’s first team at the age of 19 and over three seasons with the club, he has made 111 appearances and was instrumental in securing the club 2 champions league wins, la liga, the UEFA supercup and the FIFA club world cup. Fernandez has won both the Golden Boy and the Kopa Trophy awards i