For 24-year-old tennis player Naya Morgan, all that glittered certainly wasn't gold. In her relentless pursuit of victory, she had strayed far from the joy of simply playing the game she loved.
Naya's life takes an unexpected turn when she crosses p...
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If there was a positive to come from Jude's shoulder injury, it was that he was able to use his time away from football to support his younger brother's football career, something he hadn't been able to do in a while despite the deep love and admiration he had for his younger sibling.
"Baby, it's freezing. Stop." Naya giggled as Jude's hands went beneath her top, raising it slightly and exposing her skin to the cold evening air.
"It's not that cold," he laughed, turning her in his embrace so he could walk with her body pressed against his as he led her into the stadium where his younger brother Jobe's football match was being held.
The bright lights of the stadium illuminated the field, casting a warm glow over the excited crowd. Naya could hear the distant cheers and the rhythmic thud of the football being kicked. She shivered slightly, not just from the chill in the air but from the thrill of being so close to Jude.
"Are you sure you want to be here?" Jude asked, his breath warm against her ear. "I can get us hot chocolate if you'd rather stay in the car."
Naya shook her head, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "And miss watching my favourite Bellingham play?" she teased, playfully nudging him with her shoulder.
Jude chuckled, his grip tightening around her waist as they navigated through the crowd, following behind the security guard who had been tasked with getting him safely to his seat.
"If that's how you feel, this Bellingham is gonna stop making you cum," he murmured hotly into her ear, subtly pressing himself against her.
Naya felt her cheeks flush at his words, a mix of embarrassment and excitement coursing through her. She shot him a playful glare, but the smirk on her face betrayed her amusement. "You're the worst," she whispered, trying to keep her voice steady as they approached their seats.
"You love it," Jude replied, winking at her. He leaned down, brushing his lips against her temple, sending a shiver down her spine that had nothing to do with the cold.
Since she'd known Jude it had always intrigued her to see his interactions with his fans, as one of the most talented players in football and easily one of the most handsome men in his sport it went without saying that he had a significant following.
