Desired By The Once-Bullied, Billionaire Soccer Player

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he pit of my stomach as my eyes viewing the n

Red

s a part of me who knew I'd be able to point him

ter that he had the same sandy blonde curls, possessed those sli

e never changed

uld be any

arren. Wesley. Even Wyatt or

names that had 'W' as their starting l

ies and emotions overwhelm me...until the referee cam

houts from fans. It was h

nd when I couldn't anymore, I decided to pretend

hter waved her tiny fl

h school. I didn't just give cheerlead

ng and tryouts with him. Being the captain of our seni

one through, not paying attention to any other thing, I

awling back watching them p

en's enthusiasm watching Za

ibbled the ball past four opponents without breaking sweats, fifteen

about it. He was nearing the penalty box, his focus was

to make a majestic impact on his first game in his land of birth..." The commentator see

core energy that had it flying into the net as the opposing g

roared with unbridled exci

What a brilliant shoot from the twen

clapped happily, then she waved her flag, shouting Zac's name

ar you, darl

settled on him as he celebrated his goal, his

goal. I stared long and hard at him, car

c is waving at

ection and waving at us. Haven blew him a kis

d at me, I couldn't help the carefree chuckle that esc

me con

ike a wounded lion." The speake

tion to equalize, they made a mistake. One which Zac Leroy

nly one on the field. The one

coming? Leroy is a moving trai

illiam signalled himself, Zac passed to him. William had barely taken three steps forward, he lo

rell." The commentator's neutral tone rang through amidst angry shouts from half of the sta

!" One guy yelled

Leaning in, she whispered. "He said a b

ously oblivious to whatever my daughter wa

ng from an excited place had me raisin

owards West Ridge's goalpost. I had no idea ho

. Three players tried to tackle the bal

from behind us. "Don't give tha

im the ball to score. William paid no mind t

ten on his jersey, ran forward and rough tackled Za

e match. Players rallied round Zac, his team especial

er side, my frown deepened. Was that a

mirk? Is he happy his teammate got injured?

ctually smirked. He'd never ch

uy a yellow card and ordered a

lined some few feet away from the

shouted from the bleachers but I

h such speed, kicking the ball, it went up mid

Fans began to sing his praises. Even the c

one assist to another goal. Being titled '

ng an assist, the game e

m sure the owner of Vinexx will be over the Moon. Bought expensive and it was a money well spent." The comme