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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"You're obsessed," Jobe smiled teasingly as he and Jude watched Naya make her way back into the house to escape the cold.
"I have no shame admitting it, have you seen my girl?" Jude asked cockily. His eyes fixed on Naya through the panoramic windows of the house as she removed her coat.
"You've changed," Jobe said, shaking his head. "I remember when you used to scoff at the idea of all of this. Now look at you, drooling over every little thing she does."
Jude chuckled, a warm smile spreading across his face. "But I've had serious girlfriends before," he pointed out.
"This feels different though," Jobe replied, leaning back in his chair, his gaze still on Jude. "It's like you've finally found someone who gets you. Someone you want to share your life with."
As a prominent figure in the realm of football and a highly sought-after celebrity, it was inevitable that Jude found himself leading a somewhat secluded existence.
Even in his previous relationships, Jobe had never recalled witnessing his brother so besotted by someone. So willing to give them his all.
In the most platonic way possible Jobe could admit that Naya was stunning, but it wasn't lust that kept Jude so in awe, it was something deeper.
Something that only Jude and Naya understood.
As Jude continued to watch Naya, he couldn't help but feel a swell of emotion rise within him. She was more than just a pretty face—she was intelligent, driven, and had a kindness that radiated from her. He admired the way she engaged with people, and how her laughter seemed to light up the entire room.
"Yeah, I guess you could say that," Jude finally admitted, his tone turning more reflective. "With her, it's like I can finally be myself without any pretences."
Jobe raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "So, what is it about her that makes you feel that way?"
Jude leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "She doesn't treat me like Jude the footballer. She sees me as just me. With Naya, I can just be... me."
