Todos los capítulos de Taming the varsity player : Capítulo 111 - Capítulo 120

ELOISE​The funeral was small, private, and hushed—just as I wanted it. Since most of the high-society socialites had already assumed my father passed long ago, keeping the final service intimate felt like the only way to protect his memory from being turned into a public circus.​I stood at the podium in a tailored black silk dress, flanked by Derek on one side and Mike on the other. Even though I had explicitly warned Jax not to come—sending him a cold, direct text saying I couldn't bear to see his face—he was still there. He stood far off near the tree line at the edge of the cemetery, dressed in black, looking completely gutted and isolated from the rest of my life.​I delivered my eulogy through a tight throat, my voice trembling as I spoke about Jonathan Vance—not as the grand, unyielding patriarch the world knew, but as the father who raised me.​When the service concluded and people began to slowly scatter, my eyes caught a familiar silhouette standing near the back of the pri

ELOISE ​The morning after the funeral, the kitchen smelled like freshly brewed coffee and buttered toast. ​Mike was at the stove flipping eggs, looking entirely too comfortable in a pair of gray sweatpants. I sat at the marble island, wearing one of his oversized flannel shirts over my shorts, cradling a warm mug in both hands. We hadn't said a single word about the near-miss in my bedroom last night. As furious as I was at Jax, I couldn't process jumping straight into something with Mike the exact same day my relationship blew up. So I just kept quiet, letting the heavy silence fill the room. ​The heavy front door clicked open down the hall, followed by footsteps. ​Derek walked into the kitchen first, holding the door open. Right behind him was Jax. ​I froze, setting my coffee cup down with a sharp clink. "You didn't tell me you were coming," I said, my voice dropping an octave. "Why are you here, Jax?" ​Jax didn't answer right away. His dark eyes dragged slowly over me, t

TASHA ​Monday morning arrived entirely too fast. ​I stood in front of the vanity mirror in Julian's guest room, smoothing down a tailored cream blazer over a dark turtleneck. I checked my reflection one last time before grabbing my handbag and heading down the quiet hallway. ​When I reached the basement garage, Julian was already standing beside his sleek black sedan, his executive suit spotless, a coffee cup in hand. ​"Good morning," he said, his voice smooth and steady. ​"Morning," I replied, opening the passenger side door. As we pulled out of the penthouse garage into the Chicago traffic, a knot of deep anxiety began to twist in my stomach. "Julian... you really don't have to drive me straight up to the main entrance today. You can drop me off a block or two away." ​Julian glanced over at me, raising a dark eyebrow. "Why? Are you embarrassed to be seen riding with your CEO?" ​"No," I sighed, rubbing my temples. "It's just... I'm looking for my own place, and I haven't figur

JAX​I stepped out of the steam-filled bathroom, running a towel over my damp hair after a brutal post-game recovery shower. I tossed the towel into the hamper, threw on a fresh black designer hoodie with fitted jeans, and grabbed my watch from the dresser.​Heading down the hallway toward the stairs, I froze. Derek was already standing near the foyer, fully dressed in a sharp streetwear fit, white sneakers, and a leather jacket, checking his reflection in his phone screen.​"I'm ready to go, too," Derek said, turning around with a wide grin.​I raised an eyebrow, pausing on the bottom step. "Go where?"​"Anywhere you go, obviously," Derek chuckled, adjusting his jacket. "I have to take advantage of being in LA! You're showing me around, and I am going to sponge off you completely because you're rich and I'm not."​"You're going to be a doctor, man," I laughed, shaking my head.​"Yeah, but that's in the future!" Derek shot back, unbothered. "Sponge off me now, so when you're old and c

ELOISE​The harsh morning sunlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows, blinding me the second I opened my eyes.​My head was spinning, but as soon as I felt the warm, solid weight of an arm draped across my waist, my breath hitched in my throat. I turned my head slowly—and found Mike lying beside me, his dark hair messy against the white pillow, sound asleep.​The reality of what happened last night hit me like a freight train.​"Oh my God," I gasped, throwing the duvet off and scrambling out of the bed so fast I nearly tripped over my own feet. "Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!"​Mike stirred, his eyes blinking open at the sudden noise. He sat up slowly, running a hand over his face. "El? What’s wrong?"​"This is bad, this is bad, this is bad!" I panicked, clutching the bedsheet to my chest as my eyes darted around the room in utter horror. "I can't believe I slept with you! I can't believe we just did this! Mike, I'm dating Jax! I'm dating your brother!"​"Hey, hey, calm do