Her Football Star Ex Novels & Stories

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."

He pulls out a bottle of water, shrugs off his jacket, and drops into the chair across from me, his eyes meeting mine. Then he opens his mouth. “How the hell can you make comments like that, Mason?” he says with a chuckle. “You forgot already? Alpha Evans divorced his wife. Or should I say..she dumped him. Right in front of the entire pack.” He throws his head back and laughs like it’s the best joke he’s told all week. I clench my fists under the desk. “I never knew Georgia had it in her,” Xander continues, stretching out in the chair like he’s settling in for a damn talk show. “And I still can’t believe I missed the drama live. But hey, it was trending everywhere. Gotta say…quite the show.”

I shouted, seriously considering getting out of the truck and walking back to São Fernando. “I’m not married to Carla, and I’m not Felipe’s father,” he said calmly, staring at the steering wheel. “I don’t have a wife, Emily. I’ve never had a serious relationship since you.” The last part came out almost as a whisper, and I froze, staring at him. My breathing was ragged, whether from the kiss or from what I’d just heard. He had no one. We wouldn’t be betraying anyone by doing this!

“Their stock crashed this morning. They’re being forced into a merger.” “A merger?” I murmured, my stomach tightening. “With a giant,” he added. “One of the biggest entertainment empires.” Before I could ask which one, the car slowed at a red light. Noelle tugged my sleeve. “Mommy,” she whispered, pointing out the window. “Who is that man?” My blood froze. A massive digital billboard glowed above the street. Obsidian Holdings. And standing at the center of it— Dominic Montgomery. He looked sharper than he had five years ago. More dangerous. More powerful. The pain I buried clawed its way back to the surface.

As we commented on the team we were supporting, my little girl expressed her admiration for Xavion. “I am certain that my savior uncle will be the best player of this season. In just two matches, he has scored six goals.” Perhaps there was something wrong with my eyes or Demrid was actually feeling uncomfortable, I spotted a hint of sadness in his hazel eyes. Like, he was missing the thrill of being a part of this game. To test my theory, I looked for his old pictures online and showed them to Hayley. “Your savior uncle can be a star. But your daddy had ruled the football world half a decade ago, my precious honey. He was the best quarterback in the NFL.”

“I just have to clear up a few things, and I need closure. I don't think I can move on with my life if I don't get one from him.” Mom sighed, she almost looked like she was going to say something, but at the very last moment she stopped herself. While I was happy to know she wasn't going to argue with me about it, I wanted to know what she had to say. Somewhere deep inside, I was looking for reasons to not go, especially after sleeping with his dad. “I think you're being an idiot, and you're going to regret meeting him,” Ant added with a mouthful of green leaves. “Nothing good comes out of meeting your ex, and yes I'm talking from experience.”

I said, my voice sounding distant. “This is my girlfriend, Julian. Julian… this is Summer. My ex from high school. You remember I told you about dating a cheerleader? That’s her.” He said her like he was proud of dating me for a week, fooling around with me in a locker room, spreading disgusting rumors, and ruining my prom. No wonder he was the most hated celebrity journalist today.

Pictures and quotes related to football flooded the first half of his profile, the second half had pictures of estates, beach houses, and private jets I assumed was owned by aunt Courtney, then there was a whole section that only had pictures of his car, every single angle of it! I face-palmed myself and shook my head. I checked out many people’s status but did not find anything interesting so I went out and messaged Hector. Me: Hi. Hector: U cud try calling me Babe or Baby, or Boo. Come on, Amour. B a little romantic. Me: Oh, I’m sorry, Berny. I didn’t mean to have no romance in me. Hector: Berny? Ouch! He sent a laughing emoji after that which made me smile.

I had to raise my drink to him in return. “Ah, American, aye?” “And you’re a Scot, aye?” The bartender laughed. “That sounds terrible.” “Sorry, it didn’t sound right to imitate your accent, but that’s pretty calling.” “Aye. Our football players. Soccer.” “I see. So they’re kinda a big deal around here.” “Aye. Pretty big like Stephen Curry for basketball or Aaron Donald in your NFL. And I just got their autographs and a selfie.” “Wow! So, they’re really a big deal.”