Todos los capítulos de Taming the varsity player : Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

ELOISE ​I stayed in my room for most of the morning after that overwhelming night, trying to process the sheer weight of everything that had happened. ​It was a lot to digest at once. My father—the man I thought had forgotten me twenty years ago, the man I thought was buried in a cemetery three days ago—was sitting downstairs in my living room. I had tried calling Jax twice to tell him, but both calls went straight to voicemail. I knew he was wrapped up in an intense, back-to-back training schedule in LA, so I didn't want to double-text and freak him out before I even understood the situation myself. ​By ten o'clock, Tasha had left for Vanguard and Derek had headed out for his morning shift at the clinic. ​I made a simple breakfast of eggs, buttered toast, and fresh fruit, placing two plates on the kitchen island before calling my father over. Sitting across from him in the quiet, sunlit kitchen felt intensely surreal. An uncomfortable, heavy silence hung in the air; I genuinely d

TASHA ​Working in corporate audit meant dealing with a lot of insufferable personalities, but the universe had truly outdone itself when our department manager assigned the Q4 expansion project. ​"Tasha, Kenji—you two are heading up the Texas deal," our manager had announced smoothly before retreating behind glass doors. ​And just like that, I was trapped. ​Kenji Sato was, without hyperbole, the most arrogant, painfully uptight, ridiculously self-absorbed man in the entire building. He was undeniably good-looking—sharp jawline, immaculate suits, pitch-black hair styled with military precision—and he came from obscene family wealth, a classic nepo baby who treated the corporate ladder like a personal playground. He was a competitive, womanizing goodie-two-shoes who genuinely didn't realize how unbearable he was because no one had ever had the guts to tell him. ​Ten minutes after the assignment, Kenji sauntered over to my workstation, leaning against the cubicle wall with a pr

TASHA​I had spent my entire corporate career building a reputation as a unapologetic, quick-witted, sharp-tongued woman who could command any room. But standing at the head of a massive mahogany conference table in Houston, facing six wealthy, stone-faced senior executives who stared at me like I was an unwelcome bug under a microscope, my usual confidence completely evaporated.​This was the biggest pitch of my career since joining Vanguard, and my palms were sweating through my custom blazer.​"Good morning, gentlemen," I started, clicking to the first slide of the financial deck. "Today, we are presenting Vanguard’s Q4 expansion framework, specifically designed to... to optimize your portfolio's yield across..."​I paused, my throat suddenly going bone-dry. My heart hammered against my ribs, an overwhelming wave of stage fright slamming into me out of nowhere. I cleared my throat, trying to regain my footing, but the words tumbled out broken and rushed. "Specifically... um, as you

ELOISE ​The long flight from Chicago to Los Angeles felt like an absolute eternity. ​As soon as the plane wheels touched down on the tarmac at LAX, I pulled out my phone and dialed Jax’s number again. ​Ring... ring... ring... ​Nothing. Straight to voicemail. ​I sucked in a sharp breath, staring at the screen as my heart sank into my stomach. I couldn't just turn back now. I knew his address—the private, gated luxury high-rise in West Hollywood. Taking a deep breath, I hauled my suitcase out to the curb, flagged down a cab, and gave the driver his address. ​When the cab pulled up to the sleek entrance of his building, my hands were visibly shaking. I paid the driver, grabbed my bag, and walked up the pristine stone driveway toward the private courtyard of the estate. ​As I approached the entrance, the loud, booming sound of deep male laughter echoed through the courtyard. I stopped dead in my tracks, my chest tightening. I knew that voice—it was Jax, hanging out with his teammat

TASHA ​The next morning, I packed every single thing I owned before the sun even came up. I didn't say a word, didn't leave a note, and didn't look back. Walking out of that front door with two heavy suitcases felt like closing a brutal, painful chapter of my life. ​I threw my luggage into the back of a taxi, completely aimless, before asking the driver to stop near a quiet supermarket downtown so I could grab some coffee and a quick breakfast. ​Sitting on a bench outside with a steaming cup of coffee in my trembling hands, my chest felt hollow and raw. Deep down, I had always known Eloise could be self-involved—she lived in her own world, wrapped up in high-society aesthetics and dramatic romance. I used to think it was harmless, that she was only like that because she had never faced real struggle. But the second real life hit her, she completely unraveled, showing zero empathy for anyone else. ​To stand there and accuse me—to blame me for her father's death when she was the one