Desired By The Once-Bullied, Billionaire Soccer Player

ing a back and forth conversation but my mind wa

eed my child? Truly, as my parents ha

en complete my high school so securing eve

y quivering voice had me blinking back t

ing. And seeing my daughter cry because of me hurt

d to her level and gave her a tight hug, g

going through, I didn't re

go home

I rose to my feet, holding my daughter's small hand,

re or les

" Mrs Heath

voy? Back then, Zac wasn't just bullied for his chubby frame, he

y emotions in a frenzy, as one of the car doors of the vehicles open a

on as the tall, athlet

e stopping him from being engulfed by people. People

I love watch

beast in tha

shirt, you're my

s he smiled, acknowledging his fans. Sign

crowd, I took my time to assess him. He

ed by a manly, slim face, accentuated b

hair in a ruffled manner. It was styled in a distinguis

urious, probably wanted to know

I say he used to be a friend back in high sc

eally clos

e. He still possessed those beauti

. He made his way to me, despite his

ssible, though not easy,

ee Dahlia." His

the cutesy, meek

ronounced my name reminded me of honey

ly embarrassed of where my

aming confidently at him, her head raised to

he accepted her small hand in his and

so she wouldn't have to

ou friends? Why are you looking at each other that way? Are you the Zac Leroy that woman w

both flustered

nd her genius mind but sometimes it

ommy? Yo

g." I quickly grabbed my daughter's wrist, ready to bolt out of there befo

t for..." He checked the diamond-cut wristwatch adorning his right arm. "... it's past eleven, so it's brunc

ing me, it was this new found confiden

without a

urn him down politel

t like apple juice or pork. I want hot pancakes, berries, roast chicken, mashed potatoes, ba

nto a hearty laugh. "All o

foodie all the t

not when she looked so relaxed and proud of herself. "And a proud one." I added, a bit embarrassed

if mommy says yes." He shifted his ga

e didn't hear. A reminder I hadn't e

ded.

up his face as he led u

alespersons. Paparazzi wouldn't stop clicking ca

d at the cameras, yelling in her little voice. "M