The Billionaire Jock's Game of Love (Taylor and Aiden) novel Chapter 132

Chapter 132

Taylor POV

Peace was a dangerous drug.

For five whole days, Aiden and I were the only people in the world. No headlines, no gossip, no panic. Just his arms around me at night and the way he’d smirk when I stole the last piece of toast.

We were playing house in our secret cabin, and damn if it wasn’t perfect.

On day six, things changed.

He threw a hoodie at me. “Get dressed. We’re going somewhere.”

“Where?”

“You’ll see.”

The bastard knew how to build suspense.

We drove until the city was a distant memory, pulling up to what looked like an old warehouse. The sign said Crossroads Youth Athletic Foundation.

“What is this place?” I asked.

“My secret,” he said, and for the first time, he looked nervous. “The one my family doesn’t know exists.”

Inside was pure magic. Basketballs thumping, kids shouting, sneakers squeaking on polished wood. Teenagers from every background you could imagine–running drills, lifting weights, studying at tables in the corner.

Aiden showed me everything. The study hall with volunteer tutors. The physio room with decent but not fancy equipment. The kitchen where they served free meals after practice.

“I bought this five years ago,” he said quietly. “My father wanted another parking garage. I built this instead.”

My throat got tight. This wasn’t the cold billionaire the world saw. This was the man he could have been–the one who cared.

Back at the cabin, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. “Those kids need a proper physio program,” I said over dinner. “Injury prevention, screenings, rehab plans. Most of them are probably playing through pain.”

Aiden’s eyes lit up. “You could design it. I mean you’re the best damn physio I’ve ever worked with.” He reached across the space between us, his fingers brushing a strand of hair back from my face. The touch was deliberate, intimate. “And you see what they need better than anyone.”

Heat bloomed in my chest. Before I could second–guess it, I grabbed a napkin and the pen from his shirt pocket. “Okay,” I said, my voice trembling with sudden excitement. “Baseline assessments here…” I started sketching rough circles and arrows.

Aiden moved closer, his shoulder pressing against mine as he leaned in to see. The solid warmth of him anchored me. “We’d need equipment,” he murmured, his breath stirring the hair at my temple. “Not the fancy stuff. Durable.”

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