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