The Billionaire Jock's Game of Love (Taylor and Aiden) novel Chapter 1

My boyfriend is kissing another woman on the massive Kiss Cam screen – in front of an entire stadium packed with thousands of strangers.

They are in the VIP section. If the Kiss Cam hadn’t caught them, I would never have seen them from where I’m sitting — the farthest, cheapest seats in the arena.

The woman he is kissing looks rich, with that perfect old money blonde hair, paired with a designer outfit to match.

If I didn’t see it with my own eyes, I wouldn’t believe that Dylan, my Dylan, would ever do something like this to me.

My fingers tighten around the cardboard banner in my lap—Cheers for Dylan.

Dylan is one of the football players tonight, and it is his debut game as a professional football player.

As his girlfriend, I’m here to cheer for him.

Now during the halftime break, Dylan should be in his locker room resting for the second half of the game, not cozying up to some rich woman who looks like a model from a magazine

“Taylor…What the..,” My best friend, Kiera, gradually snaps out of her stunned state next to me. “Are you kidding me? How could he do that to you?”

Kiera faces me with intense anger in her eyes. “You’ve been his biggest supporter since day one. And this is how he repays you?”

My chest twists tighter.

I remember the first time I met Dylan back in the training room. I worked as a Physical Therapy student by cleaning his teammates’ sweat and monitoring their injuries.

Dylan had a smile which had a mix of playful mischief and charm that made me believe everything he said without question.

I had fallen deep for him. We were both poor students when we started dating, and he needed to spend more time on training whenever he could, so I worked multiple part-times to support his dream and our life together.

And now?

Now, I bought my own ticket, the most affordable one but still a large purchase for me, and spent hours cheering for him, all for this moment when I’m supposed to be proud and happy.

And instead…

It takes a moment for Dylan and the woman to notice the camera or the cheers.

A beat of nervousness washes over Dylan’s face before he regains some sort of resolve.

The woman shoves Dylan away while raising her hand to hide her face.

Gasps ripple through the stands around me.

“Are they really that shy—or is this an affair?” a woman behind me said with a laugh.

“That’s Dylan, right? The guy who scored today? That woman he kissed. I swear I’ve seen her somewhere before, but where?”

The crowd around us erupts in laughter, some were already digging to find out who this mystery woman is supposed to be.

“Honestly, I warned you about him.” Kiera glares again at the screen with anger. “You deserve someone way better than Dylan. You should break up with that loser, now.”

Her anger pulls me halfway back to myself, grounding me in a way my trembling hands can’t.

However, I was too shocked to care more about his reactions after that.

“You okay?” His voice remains steady and controlled as he speaks with a calm tone that does not need loudness to gain attention from others.

I swallow hard while my heart races before I force out a weak “Y-yeah… thanks.”

He studies the banner while his face becomes more and more stern. “Dylan? You support him?”

“N-no I’m-” But before I could explain anything, there was a minor pick up of the crowd.

All eyes on us as the massive kiss cam screen locks in on the handsome stranger holding me, as if we’re some lovers caught in the moment.

The man next to me stiffens while he moves away from me, and his lips form a shape that suggests he wants to deny the situation by giving an explanation about our relationship status.

But something reckless surges through me.

The image of Dylan kissing that woman blazes behind my eyes.

And then it clicks—he’s probably seeing this at the backstage, right now.

Before the stranger can speak, a sudden wild impulse takes over my body.

I reach up, cup his face, and lean in.

My lips find his, silencing whatever words he might have said.