All Chapters of My Ex's Football Rival Wants Me: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Andre's POVI had the meeting set for two o'clock because two o'clock was when I conducted business and this, whatever it was becoming, deserved the same discipline I gave everything else.Diego had tried to talk me out of the proposal over lunch at the training facility. "She's coming to give the money back," he said, fork halfway to his mouth. "You know that, right?""She can try.""Thirty thousand euros, Andre. She's going to walk in and hand you a speech about dignity and repayment plans.""Let her.""And when she's done with the speech?""I'll ask her to be my girlfriend."Diego put his fork down. "You're going to ask a woman who hasn't returned a single one of your calls to be your girlfriend. In your office. After she's just told you she doesn't want your money.""Yes.""Bro.""I know what I want, Diego. I've known since the morning she left."He picked his fork back up and shook his head and said nothing else because he knew me well enough to recognise when the decision was alr

Andre's POVI wanted to fuck Carmen again. Hard, slow, deep, and with her screaming my name this time. The memories came flooding the moment I laid down on my bed, like clockwork, like my brain had been saving them all day and was now pressing play the second the lights went off. Carmen underneath me, her back arching, her nails raking down my skin. Carmen on top of me with her hands on my chest, rolling her hips slowly while she held my gaze and bit her bottom lip. .I wanted to fuck her again. That was the plain truth of it. I wanted to be inside her again, wanted to hear those sounds again, wanted to feel her body tighten around me and watch her face when she came. My cock hard against my stomach, the ache deep and persistent and getting worse with every image my brain decided to serve up.I lay there for maybe ten minutes trying to redirect my thoughts. Match tactics. The Castilla back line. Set piece routines. None of it stuck. My brain kept returning to the same place, the same

Andre's POVDiego was in the middle of telling me about a new restaurant in Malasaña when I lost the ability to hear him, or anyone else, or anything at all, because Carmen had just stepped onto the red carpet twenty metres away in a butter yellow dress that made the rest of the evening irrelevant.I was standing outside the venue with Diego, Alejandro, and Jadon, drink in hand, mid-conversation about something I would never remember. She appeared at the far end of the carpet and my mouth stopped working. It just stopped, mid-word. I literally felt cold water being poured on my skin. My drink stayed raised halfway to my mouth because my arm had forgotten it was holding anything.She was walking slowly, chin up, shoulders back, the dress moving fluidly with her body, making every photographer on that carpet lean forward. The butter yellow glowed warm against her skin under the venue lights, and her hair was pinned up in a way that showed her neck and her jawline and I wanted to put my

Carmen's POVSeventeen notifications were waiting on my phone when I opened my eyes at 6:47 on a Sunday morning, which was fourteen more than I had ever received in a single night and that immediately told me something had gone very wrong or very public or both.I blinked at the screen. Instagram, Twitter, WhatsApp, three missed calls from numbers I didn't recognise, two from Antonia, one from Mateo, one from mum. My stomach tightened before I even opened anything because that combination of people trying to reach me at the same time had never happened before and could not mean anything good.I opened Instagram first and the first thing I saw was my own face staring back at me from a gossip account with 3.2 million followers.The photograph was clear and sharp and intimate and undeniable. Andre's back to the camera, broad shoulders in the dark suit, my hand gripping the fabric at his shoulder, his hand on my waist pulling me close, my face visible over his shoulder with my eyes closed

Andre's POV"Sir, the internet is in chaos and they are calling you a womanizer after last night's kiss."I sat up in bed so fast the sheets came with me. "What?"That was Victor Salazar, my PR manager, calling at 7:15 in the morning. Victor did not exist before nine unless something had gone public and his definition of "gone public" was limited to things that threatened money, reputation, or both."There are photographs from the gala," he continued, his voice carrying the clipped urgency of a man who had already been awake for hours. "You kissing an unidentified woman, along with a video from the red carpet that has gone viral. Both pieces of content are trending nationally and gaining international traction. I just got off a call with your agent."I was still half asleep, still thinking about the kiss, about Carmen's mouth on mine, about the way she had gripped my shoulder like I was the only thing keeping her upright. The words "womanizer" and "viral" were fighting for space in my