Todos los capítulos de Falling For The Captain: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Alexander had spent the entire week telling himself that Isabella Reed was simply a journalist.An intelligent journalist.An infuriating journalist.A journalist who could somehow turn an ordinary conversation into something he replayed in his head long after it ended.But still a journalist.He repeated this to himself while getting dressed on Friday evening.He repeated it while checking his reflection in the mirror.And he repeated it when his phone vibrated with a message from Daniel.Where are you going tonight?Alexander typed back:Dinner.Daniel responded immediately.With Isabella?No.Liar.Alexander ignored him.He had not invited Isabella on a date.He had invited her to dinner because they needed to discuss the investigation, and because she had mentioned that she wanted to examine the club's historical records with him.That was all.The fact that he had spent twenty minutes choosing a shirt was irrelevant.He left his apartment before Daniel could send another message.

Isabella woke on Wednesday morning with a problem.She had kissed Alexander Hayes.A proper kiss.One that she very much wanted to repeat.She lay in bed, staring at the ceiling as the events of the previous evening replayed in her mind.The way he had looked at her.The warmth of his hand on her cheek.The way he had asked - with a hint of trepidation - if he could kiss her.Isabella pressed her face into her pillow and groaned. 'This is a disaster.'Her phone buzzed on the bedside table.She reached for it.Good morning, Isabella.She smiled before she could stop herself.Good morning, Alexander.His response was instantaneous.I've been thinking about yesterday.Isabella's heart fluttered.So have I, she typed.I would very much like to kiss you again, came the latest message.Isabella stared at her phone.There was no teasing in the message, no hint of a joke.She swallowed.Then perhaps you should ask me properly next timeThree dots appeared.Would you have dinner with me on Fr

Alexander had never imagined that Michael Grant could be connected to anything dishonest.Michael had represented him since his first professional season. He had negotiated contracts, arranged sponsorships, and helped Alexander navigate the pressures of becoming a public figure.More importantly, he had been there when Alexander's father failed to attend his first professional match.Michael had driven him home that night and reminded him that one person's absence did not determine his worth.Alexander had trusted him ever since.Now, as he stood outside Michael's office, the photograph in his hand felt like a betrayal waiting to happen.He knocked.“Come in.”Michael looked up from his desk.“Alexander. What brings you here?”Alexander placed the photograph on the desk.Michael's smile disappeared.For several seconds, he did not speak.Then he leaned back in his chair.“Where did you get this?”“That's not important.”“It is if someone is sending you photographs from a confidential

The following week started with a discovery that should have drawn them together.Instead, it nearly tore everything apart.Isabella was going over documents in the newspaper's archive room when she stumbled across an old internal memorandum concerning Meridian Sports Advisory.The document had been misfiled among a collection of transfer reports and was virtually illegible in several places.She spent an hour comparing it with the other records before finding a passage that caused her to stop in her tracks.The memorandum concerned an internal review requested by Thomas Reed.It stated that several payments required further investigation and that supporting documentation had not been supplied.At the bottom was a handwritten instruction:Delay further action until management review.The signature belonged to Richard Vale.Isabella leaned back in her chair.Her father had raised concerns about the payments.He had requested an investigation.And someone had halted it.She immediately

For three days, Isabella did not answer Alexander's calls.She read his messages but did not reply. She continued working, attended meetings with her editor, and spent long evenings reviewing the documents Stephen Moore had provided.She told herself that the distance was necessary.It was not punishment, she insisted. It was a chance to think without Alexander's presence confusing everything.Unfortunately, her feelings had never been particularly interested in following instructions.She missed him.She missed his quiet jokes, the way he listened when she spoke about her work, and the warmth of his hand finding hers beneath a restaurant table.Most of all, she missed the man she had believed she knew.At the newspaper office, Margaret studied her across the desk.“You have read that same page six times.”Isabella looked down.She had been staring at a memorandum concerning Meridian Sports Advisory without absorbing a single word.“I'm tired.”“Then go home.”“I have work.”“You have