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Overrated

You called the captain overrated in print. He read it twice. Then he found your number and told you to come say it to his face on Friday.

Sus primeros mensajes🌶🌶🌶🌶🌶

you wrote i'm overrated.

i read it twice.

come to the game friday and say it to my face.

Él es quien escribe: Aurelio

  • Sports romance
  • Enemies to lovers
  • Hate to want
  • He falls first
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Elige quién lo interpreta ↓Primer capítulo gratis
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La situación

You write about the team for a living and you wrote one sentence about their captain that the whole city read: that he is overrated.

He is not a man who texts journalists. He texted you. Over a week of training days, a home game and a locker room he keeps describing when he shouldn't, the man who wanted a retraction gets something else entirely, and so do you, in the seat he keeps looking at.

Él es

The team captain — the best player in the city and the most arrogant, who has never once lost a staring contest and has just lost one to a sentence you wrote

Tú eres

The journalist who called him overrated — who has a press seat on Friday and no intention of taking it back

Dónde empieza

Monday night, two days after the piece ran. Your phone lights up with a number that isn't in your contacts and a message that is clearly him.

Capítulos

  1. 1Say it to my face

¿Quién lo interpreta?

Toca una cara y él entra en el papel.

Hombres

SorpréndemeCass 38Bo 38

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    2. 2Escríbele. Él se mantiene en su papel y la historia avanza con lo que dices.
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