Her Football Star Ex Novels & Stories

Travis shouted, still not making a move on top of me. "Fine! Enjoy making babies!". we heard him shouted again. That's when I started to go back to my senses, I covered my face trying to hide from embarrassment. I can't believe that I just had s*x with my ex-husband. Oh, crap!

He was tall and fit so well in his custom charcoal grey suit. Kelvin Adrios, son of Michael Adrios, why didn't I realize that? When I met him he wasn't answering Adrios. He was well known in the business world has even won billionaire of the year. He was a shameless playboy who broke every girl's heart, he wasn't even capable of love. He watched me intently with eyes so brown it reminded me of chocolates and I love chocolate but his eyes didn't hold any appealing glow, instead, it showed how angry he was.

I feel how energetic she got only by remembering it, plus her cheeks turned deep red. Gideon Evans. One of our star footballers, tall, ripped as hell and smoking hot. A pair of blue eyes enchant you into stripping your clothes off for him while his deep husky voice makes your knees go weak. Thick messy dark-brown flowing mane makes your hands itch, wanting to pull that hair between your fingers while that stubble tickles you between your legs. He's a sight for sore eyes. At least.

“What on earth is going on? Your father and I just saw the latest article. They’re saying you’re involved with one of your patients. A famous hockey player. Is this true?” I closed my eyes for a moment, already feeling exhausted. “Yes, it’s true. His name is Ronan Hale. He’s the goalie for the New York Defenders. I was assigned as his live-in physical therapist after his injury.” My dad’s voice joined in the background, sounding equally concerned. “Live-in? Honey, this doesn’t sound right. You’ve always been so professional. Now there are pictures of you everywhere and people calling you… well, things I won’t repeat.”

"He was quite famous when he was in school. He was my senior. Elena must know too. Why do you ask?" "He's Lenore's ex-husband," I answered. "I think he and his jerk family made Lenore and her child suffer before they finally divorced." "Tsk, is it because Harold has a gambling habit?" Biand asked. "Harold likes to gamble?" I asked interested. "Yes. When he was in high school, he liked to bet on football, any sports match, horse racing, that kind of thing. He was rich, so even when he lost, it didn't stop his habit," Biand answered. "I thought he would realize it as he got older, but it seems like he's gotten worse, huh?"

Xavier had been reposted by a sports influencer who captioned it: “The man knows how to sell a fantasy.” I rolled my eyes. I scrolled away from it all, trying not to absorb too much. It was just noise. Pretty, polished noise. I tossed the phone down and leaned back against my pillows. Minutes passed. Then my phone buzzed. A message from Xavier. I didn’t expect it. And I definitely didn’t ask for it. Good news, hockey star. Congratulations to us. I stared at the screen. What could he be talking about? It couldn’t be the Louis Vuitton shoot.

Walked to the window and stared out at the city. The boy I left behind was gone. In his place was a billionaire CEO accused of corruption. Ruthless. Cold. Untouchable. Or so the file said. But I knew Daniel Carter. I knew the boy who stood beside me on the school steps while the crowd screamed at us. I knew the boy who held my hand in a dark hallway and told me he believed me when no one else did. I knew the boy who kissed me under the bleachers like I was the only thing in the world worth saving.

I looked at the ceiling and tried to find the right words and couldn't find any that were adequate. "The man I slept with last night was not Connor Vega," I said. Silence. "His name is Andre Fernandez." More silence. "He is a footballer, Tonia! The youngest and most sought-after footballer in Europe. He is also from one of Spain’s wealthiest families. What kind of mess did I get myself into?" “And you know the most interesting thing? He appears to be Russell’s biggest rival” I heard Antonia gasp and then there was silence on the other end of the phone. The silence was so loud I had to make sure the call hadn't dropped.

Jenifer added, pointing between the two. "Nah. I don't think so." Chelsea said and sipped from her glass. "Neither did I." Eliana also said. "I am not even the social media kind of girl." Jenifer looked at her surprised. "Ok. We need to work on that." She pointed at Eliana's comment. "That is where everything is. Whatever is happening, you will find it there." Chelsea nodded in agreement. Jenifer grimaced her face as if the thought of the event was irritating her. She said, "My ex-fiance is a footballer. It was said that he had a child that he abandoned -"

It's not like he's some movie star or some freaking famous football star. "Trent Aston," He winks at me. "G****e me." ××××