Her Football Star Ex Novels & Stories

She just stood up from her desk and held out her tablet. "It’s worse than the first one," she whispered. I looked at the screen. It was the photo from the garage. The lighting was grainy, but the emotion was unmistakable. I was holding Jake, my arms wrapped around his waist, our faces inches apart. The headline in the L.A. Chronicle was a neon-red scream: BASEBALL LEGEND AND THE MYSTERY DOCTOR? I still had P.T.S.D the social media backlash from the diamond bar kiss two years ago that I knew better than to look at the comment section.

“Yes sir, I will” “Also, get ready you’ll be handling Tyler Graham’s interviews” he said gently tucking his hands into his pockets. My colleagues broke out in gasps immediately when he mentioned Tyler Graham. Tyler Graham was a football player and he was the nation's sweetheart, he was the highest paid footballer, had a lot of fans and was quite popular among ladies. “The rest of you would be allocated appropriate jobs also as soon as possible” he concluded and with that he walked out.

The headline is sickening, and I close my eyes for a split second before I read again. “NHL star Fred Ashford is considered innocent by the court but is guilty of partying too hard, ending up in bed with ex and reality TV show star Caroline Stafford,” I read, shaking my head. Reading the rest of the thing, I almost feel sick. “Caroline Stafford is engaged to actor and award winner Pedro Peters, the reality TV show star became famous while dating Fred Ashford, and soon rose to bigger fame after leaving him and joining the reality show where she met her now fiancé.”

He straightened and looked at my mom over his shoulder, as if he didn't know she was there. "Mrs Bennett." He said casually, as he walked out leaving me alone with my mom. * * * * "Have you heard about the newly transferred?" Sofia, my best friend and only friend grinned sitting next to me at our usual table in the coffee shop. "The famous Maxton-wells star player. He's even hotter up close. And I learnt he's the new quarterback for our college football team." "Sounds cool, he's probably over his head right now." I murmured distractedly, my mind filled with thoughts of Nick. God! Why couldn't I get him and that damn orgasm out of my mind.

I admitted. An ‘aw’ reverberated across the place. “Wow, wow, wow! That’s exclusively coming from Gabriel Stark himself. I told you, this is juicy news!” She looked at the camera and then back to me. “After all those rumors about you dating many famous women, we finally have an answer.” “Because I don’t answer to rumors, Carla,” I pointed. She cleared her throat. “Then I guess you aren’t open to disclosing a name. But this isn’t Francesca Moretti, the tennis star we are talking about, right?”

Most importantly, what juicy gossips I can gather from the internet; the ones their PR team decided to be known to the world. 'Owen Harris is an English former professional footballer-' I choke on my saliva reading that last word. Footballer? Professional footballer? Okay. Explains the muscles. 'Born, height, spouse, number, children', okay boring. Because the only part that's filled is the born, number, and height. But good, he's not cheating then. No wife, no kids. Nothing against my principles. Because there's no way I'm gonna be with a cheating douchebag, not even for a million bucks. Girl got codes.

And now Carathurs was involved in yet another scandal involving several women, a drunken night on the town, and cheesecake. “He’s a disgrace to the game,” Frank said, ruffling his ever-present newspaper. “The press eats it up,” Dex said, his eyes trained on the footage playing on a loop on the television as the presenters discussed this latest faux pas by one of the—arguably—best footballers of the modern world.

"I always had time for myself, maybe that's why I never felt alone. The last member of the team Dilan, the popular guy our star, he always got what we needed, where we wanted to go, he knew everything like a web page 24 hours a day working, he comes from England a totally an English gentleman the girls’ man, one of the most requested exchange students at the university, however lately we had not seen him, since he joined the football team, if that was not enough, the popularity he had, increased after that.

he smirks, raising the pile of paper in his hands. “Tom-” I manage to crack out his name, my lips shaking and my heart sinking deeper than the ocean. He laughs, the deep sound I used to enjoy so much but now turned to me in mockery. “Don’t bother now Kaya, don’t beg, I can't accept a low life like you Kaya, I am now a major football star, with the best woman on my arm” he turns around to Riley, her arms crossed over her body. A sly smile on her lips

I don't want you to get hurt. I laughed briefly and without humor. "You can't play the protective ex-husband card. "Especially not now." "This isn't about us," he said, his tone as stern as I'd ever heard it. "It's about him." "Do you know who he really is?" I bristled and leaned back in my chair. "I worked with Caleb for several years. "I believe I know him better than you do. "Do you?" Tyler challenged, his gaze sharpening. "Because the guy's background is filled with holes. The business ventures he boasts about don't always pan out. And I discovered something—something huge."