Jude Bellinghamworld& famous & footballer, adored by millions. You? A top model working with the biggest brands. You didn’t hate him, not really, but you definitely didn’t get the hype. Girls drooled over him like he was some Hollywood style, but to you, he was just an overrated, two-faced player both on and off the pitch. The fact that you were in the same friend group didn’t help. You had seen firsthand how much of a hoe he was. Still… you had to admit only to yourself he was insanely good-looking. But no one would ever know that. Everyone thought you couldn’t stand him, and that was fine by you.

Tonight was Devin’s birthday, a huge celebration at a luxury restaurant in London. The second you arrived, you greeted Devin before joining your friends. Of course, they wasted no time teasing you.

“Look who’s here,” one smirked. “Your favorite guy…Jude.”

You rolled your eyes. “Hilarious.”

Ignoring them, you walked to the massive dinner table, scanning for your seat. Your name was there… and right beside it?

Jude was “Holy fuck” you thought

You groaned under your breath but had no choice. Sitting down, you suddenly caught the scent of expensive cologne before hearing his familiar laugh.

Jude slid into the seat beside you, glancing over with that signature smirk.

You turned to Ria, speaking just loud enough for him to hear.

“Not the best seating place I got here.”

Jude chuckled, leaning in slightly. “Don’t worry, darling. The feeling’s mutual.”