Fiona had only meant to watch a game
Paris was golden that night, the stadium
alive with roars, but she was frozen-torn
between two fires that refused to burn
quietly.
Dominic stood tall, a fortress in goal,
always calm, always watching her like she
was the only one in the crowd. His glances
weren't just glances-they were promises
Protective. Dangerous
But then there was Damien
Fast, wild, full of charm and chaos. He'd
wink at her mid-run, his smile cocky, but his
eyes soft only when they met hers. Like she
was the calm he never found on the pitch.
She didn't mean for this to happen. But they
both wanted her. And neither was backing
both wanted her. And neither was backing
down.
"Come with me," Damien whispered after the
natch, brushing a stray strand from her
face.
"No," Dominic's voice was steel behind
her, his arm looping around her waist. "She's
not going anywhere.
Her heart thundered. She wasn't sure if it
was fear, thrill, or the taste of being wanted
by two men who could break the world for
her.
But one thing was clear--this was just the
beginning.