Her Football Star Ex Novels & Stories

The abs so many girls from all around the world were drooling over. "She went out to get groceries. She will be back soon." He told me as he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. "Wow, you look so different since the last time I saw you." "Shut up." I playfully slapped his chest. I couldn't say the same about him, because I saw him everywhere. On all social media, sport stores, and magazines. He was the star of football. The king.

MIA'S POV "Can I seat?" I nodeded, not raising my eyes to look at him. I didn’t have to. Ryan Hayes was the National hockey star and Logan’s greatest rival and the playboy of Michigan University. Logan hated him that he wouldn't watch a match when he was playing. Logan used to say that he was too proud because he was a star. And that he was egocentric, not knowing that being a star wasn't permanent. That one day when he joined the national hockey team, he wouldn't be like him, that he would be different. And I had believed him.

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!

“I put pressure on him last night. He has to find out the results for me, or I’ll twist his head off and send it to the national football team to kick around.” I poured Genny a glass of water and comforted her, saying, "I guess Josh has done his best. The hotel's customer information can't be easily leaked. He has to find another way and start from another place. This is a big project, and it’s not guaranteed to succeed." "Eloise, what are you thinking?"

For a guy who wears a helmet and sweats so much, I never would have taken you for such a prima donna. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "I got an image to keep up." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "What's that?" Khyle snorted. "Poster boy or p**n star?" _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "Hmm. Yeah. And all round good-looking NHL star and ladies' man." Gunner thumbed his chest, and Khyle took to looking nauseous. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "Oh my God. You're serious."

My chest tightens slightly. “Yes,” I reply. “My ex-fiancé.” The word feels wrong now, but I don’t take it back. Something shifts in his expression. It’s subtle, but it’s there. Not surprise—recognition. “Cole,” he repeats. “That explains a lot.” His gaze sharpens on mine. I frown slightly. “Explains what?” I ask. Because now something feels off. “That name isn’t unfamiliar to me,” he says. His tone is controlled again, but there’s weight behind it now. “Ethan Cole is my nephew.”

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 whispered into his ear. He chuckled, charmed by my boldness, and gestured for the bartender to pour us a round of cocktails. I smirked, admiring his boldness. Now that I'm really looking at him, he looked quite average and a bit fit. Raphael is better looking. Damn it! I came here to forget that moron! "The name's Yohan Farrell." he put his hand forward "Jenna Harrison." I was about to shake his hand but he quickly turned it over and placed a soft kiss on my hand, " it's a pleasure to meet you." he said.

The media was buzzing with rumors and speculation, all pointing to a budding relationship between the hockey star and his new lover. “This Just In: Beloved Hockey Star Timothy Hayes Is In Love with Stella Fitzgerald!”