Her Football Star Ex Novels & Stories

he interupted giving me a stern look. I pretended as though I didn't hear what he said and continued, “-Someone is trying to stain your identity as a ceo, sir, photoshopped photos of you and me fu*king were exposed last night. Jarry saw them and he got really mad, he thinks the both of us had an affair” After what I said he didn't look too concerned. So I unzipped my bag and brought out the photoshopped photo of me and him together. I handed it to him and scoffed.

Turn back to him. “Why me?” I demand. “Be honest.” He doesn’t answer right away. “Because you don’t want me,” he says finally. “That’s not true,” I snapped. His gaze deepens. “You don’t want what I represent. Fame. Access. Noise. You want distance. Control.” I don’t deny it. “And,” he continues, “because if you agree, your ex will choke on it.” That hits. “You looked him up,” I say. “I noticed your reaction,” he corrects. “And I did my homework.”

But this… This was much worse. The article that had been released by a famous journalist, which was quickly gaining popularity, contained Video, pictures, both of her text message and her during the deed of having an affair with Evans Lynch; the COO of the entertainment agency she works in

“Good.” He turned toward the entrance. I followed him, already regretting everything. What was I going to tell my mother? That this was the famous hockey star she had probably seen all over social media? That he was my fake boyfriend? That he had somehow become the person I was beginning to think about far too often?

Let Alex handle it alone, I don't want to be bothered. Alex clears his throat, ''I'm—'' His leg touches mine for a slight second before he continue, ''I'm a footballer.'' I look up dad who ends up chocking a bit. He takes a sip of his water and I lean back on my seat, trying to watch both of their reactions. ''A footballer?'' Dad raises an eyebrow at him. ''Um—'' Dad cut him off, ''Wait, are you 'the Alexander Herrera'?'' He asks, this time he seems like he's determined and I wanted to laugh but I just look at mom. She smiles unknowingly at both of them.

Alistair’s voice dropped low, terrifyingly calm yet vibrating with a lethal threat. "Daddy, you’re being fooled! This woman is my ex-fiancée—you shouldn't be with a woman who used to be with your son!" Adrian shrieked again, the indignation written clearly across his face. I couldn't fathom why he was this angry. It couldn't possibly be jealousy, could it? The bastard had cheated on me and literally thrown me away. There was no way he still had feelings like that!

A middle-aged man was waiting for Alex's arrival at his residence, his fingers tapping the sofa repeatedly as if counting down the limits of his patience. Not long after, his house guard entered, followed by several other guards from outside, indicating that Alex had finally come in response to Robinson's summons. "Sorry, I'm a bit late," Alex said awkwardly. Robinson ignored him, his expression flat and cold. "Explain!" Robinson snapped, throwing a newspaper right before Alex. Alex froze, his hands clasped tightly together. The carefully planned words in his mind evaporated as he saw the front-page headline announcing that his only son had officially married.

I'm now talking to my friends on a Zoom call. I told them what happened yesterday between me and my ex-husband. I can't believe Basil would hurt his son just because Moss doesn't want what he wants him to do in his life. I know many universities have offered him, and so have his friends because they are excellent basketball players. My ex-husband was a fantastic player. He has a very high IQ for playing the game and is expected to become the next big star player in the pro league. It's just that he got a severe knee injury, and he couldn't play anymore.

“That guy... he’s my ex.” “Whoa!” she exclaimed. “He’s hot. How come you never told me about him?” “Because he’s not worth talking about, okay?” “I want to know, Carmen,” she insisted. “Fine. But keep your voice down I don’t want him knowing I’m here.” “Alright, alright.” “We dated for four years high school through university. He was everything. sweet, loving, caring. Every girl’s dream, really. I cherished every moment with him... but....”

“Celestria…” “And let’s not pretend they were ever just friends,” I said with venom, walking slowly across the room like I was pacing my rage for dramatic effect. “Everyone knows what happened five years ago. People may not say it, but they know. They were practically inseparable, all those missions, all those late-night training sessions... Please. The only workout they were doing was under the sheets.” He flinched, and I smiled. “I know she gave it up to him,” I added coldly. “Probably on one of those scouting trips when nobody was watching. Probably thought being a little secret slut would earn her his heart.”