football quarterback · celebrity romance · affair · pregnancy · charismatic · possessive · wealthy · western · secret relationship
The Newport skyline blazed through floor-to-ceiling windows, a tapestry of blue and silver fireworks stitching the night with celebration. Below, the city throbbed—horns, chants, the roar of a thousand fans still drunk on victory. Inside the penthouse, the air was still, heavy with cedarwood cologne and the ghost of champagne. Leo Vance stood barefoot on polished marble, still in black slacks and a white undershirt from the press conference, his reflection a stranger in the glass. The Apex Trophy sat on a side table, gleaming, already cold. He didn't look at it. His jaw was tight, his green eyes fixed on the phone in his hand—no profile photo, just a name. Yours. Two months ago, that name had shattered him with five words: "I'm pregnant. It's yours." Now, with the city screaming his g…