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Dating With That Basket ball Player

Dating With That Basket ball Player

"Allen, get over it. You can shoot with me later!" I screamed loudly. It looked at me but quickly avoided it. I can still see him shaking his head. I heard the laughter of the students I was with today in the Basketball gym. although that was shouted against my will, I could not do anything. My pocket depends on it for a week. I didn't pay attention to the few people who were close to me who almost became flies in my ears. I saw the grin of my female best friend, who was now sitting where the other players of our school's Basketball team were sitting. She can sit there because she is the girlfriend of Jackson, who is the Captain of our team who is a friend of 'Ace' Allen. I could see him from where I was sitting because our team was on the other side. Here I sit in the part where our team's opponent is. 'It's like looking at my damn best friend.' I was stunned when the referee blew his whistle. I didn't realize that I had been staring at my best friend for so long and was no longer focused on the game. "THREE POINTS FOR GOMEZ!" the Announcer shouted. A loud scream erupted inside the gym. I looked at the score board for a moment. 78-54. Only our team. "WHOO! YOU ARE GOOD MY BABY. YOU'LL GIVE ME THREE KISSES LATER TOO!" Another shame came out of my mouth. I looked at my good best friend, who almost fell out of his seat because of laughter. I noticed Allen glancing at me but he also quickly returned his gaze to the person watching over him when our eyes met. The ball was theirs again, in an instant he grabbed it. Awesome! It dribbles the ball. I saw a small smile on his lips. Don't get excited. Just dare.' I glanced at the paper I was holding. Everything I'm going to shout when Allen shoots is written here. "THREE POINTS FOR GOMEZ!" 'L*nghiy* why is it coming from?!' I blew out air before shouting what was written on the paper. "LET'S GO, BABY. THREE ROUNDS LATER." The basketball gym roared with laughter from the students. My good best friend also fell off the chair. Jackson gave him a worried look, but my good friend didn't seem to mind and returned to his seat. The suppression of laughter is still evident here. 'I wish you would fart!' I never thought that an introvert like me could do this just for money. Kelly is holding my money that I have saved from working part-time jobs. He forcibly took my money from me and threatened that if I didn't do his dare, it would rot in his hands. Kelly is rich, so I know he won't touch it because it's just a coin to him. Also, even though that girl likes to tease me, she is not that kind of person. He said he just wants me to have a love life because I'm getting old. Even though I'm only 17. mom even lets me play. He also said he wanted Allen for him because he said he had no girlfriend since birth. Even the lips are said to be fresh. 'L*nghh girl. How rude!' The referee whistled to signal a short time out. I glanced at the score board again. we are still alone and only four minutes left. It looks like another win again for the school basketball team. I wish! 'My Baby can do that, I mean Allen.' The referee blew his whistle again. The players of both teams went to the middle of the court at the same time. The opponent has the ball. I stared hard and barely blinked at what Allen was watching. Mud! His big man, I mean his body is so wide that it's like he's not in high school. They are the same height as Allen but his body is really different. Allen isn't thin, his body is just right and he's wide, but not as wide as the person he's guarding. 'It's like the body of the bouncer is double the body of the person he's guarding.' I gasped when it hit Allen's shoulder, but Allen didn't even fall even though I knew it was too strong. I don't know if the man could have done that because the referee didn't kick him. And I don't even know anything about the game of basketball. the man couldn't get away from Allen no matter what he did so he was caught because he held the ball for so long. His eyes were sharp and angry looking at Allen. I felt nervous when his angry eyes landed on me. I pinched my left leg because of fear. My eyes moved around as if looking for something. It stopped right in the eyes of Allen who was also looking at me now. My eyes narrowed when he mouthed 'I'll protect you' which messed up my brain. 'Why would he do that for me?' I looked away from it and it landed on my best friend who now had a big smile on his lips. 'Another weird one!' The game resumed, and as expected, our basketball team won. I was about to leave because I was too embarrassed but the mic made a noise that hurt the ears of the students present. My eyes searched for Kelly, she was in the middle and she was holding the mic. He looked at me with a smile on his lips. 'Mud! what nonsense is he going to do again?!' "May I have your attention, please?" he began. "That girl." This taught me that the students immediately turned to my place.
More Than a Mistress, Less Than a Wife

More Than a Mistress, Less Than a Wife

Olivia Holloway was once NYC’s golden girl, an architect married to the powerful Ethan Cartwright. Our penthouse offered glittering city views, a testament to the life I’d built—or rather, the life I’d put my own dreams on hold for. We were the epitome of success. Then the Hamptons retreat happened. Ethan was found with a junior analyst, Chloe Vance. His smooth, too-smooth explanation about being drugged dissolved months later when Chloe reappeared, pregnant, claiming the baby was his. It was a slap in the face. His mother, Eleanor, insisted I accept the situation for the “Cartwright heir.” My grandmother's cherished sapphire heirloom was casually given to Chloe. Ethan left me to drown after a yacht accident, prioritizing Chloe, then demanded I, injured, donate blood to her. Each betrayal was a fresh wound, yet he expected me to act as if nothing happened. The public humiliation was unending, climaxing when Chloe accused me of harming her at a charity gala, and Eleanor physically slapped me. My entire life, identity, and very humanity had been consumed by their schemes. How could the man I loved destroy me so thoroughly, yet remain so oblivious to my suffering? In that moment, something inside me shattered irrevocably, but it also awakened. I smashed Eleanor’s treasured porcelain heirloom, signaling a definitive end to their control. I filed for divorce, packed a bag, and disappeared, ready to reclaim my life, my freedom, and rediscover Olivia Holloway.
A Mother's Sacrifice, A Billionaire's Game

A Mother's Sacrifice, A Billionaire's Game

For three years, I, Sarah Miller, poured my heart into my relationship with Ethan Hayes, believing we were a team facing his mounting debts and recent job loss from a struggling tech startup. My loving mother, Mary, despite her own battle with severe emphysema, tirelessly worked extra shifts and sacrificed her precious few savings to help us. In a final, heartbreaking act of selfless devotion, Mary even cashed out her life insurance policy, giving every last penny-$60,000-to Ethan to settle his financial woes, just days before she tragically succumbed to her illness. Her dying wish was for me to use that money to help Ethan, to ensure his future, to be happy. But at my administrative job, a subsidiary of a company called Innovate Solutions, a conversation overheard from a conference room plunged my world into a nightmare: Ethan was a "tech scion," talking about the "Hayes fortune" and a "test" of my loyalty. He wasn't broke; he was a multi-billionaire CEO, and his fabricated poverty was a cruel, elaborate psychological experiment. My mother's agonizing death, her ultimate sacrifice, had been nothing more than a pawn in his sick game. Every act of kindness, every sacrifice we made for him, was a lie. How could the man I loved, the man my mother gave her very life for, be such a manipulative monster? Overwhelmed by grief and a betrayal so profound it choked me, I refused his fake explanations and lavish offers. I walked out of his opulent office, resigned from my job, and cut every tie, determined to find a future free from his monstrous deceit.