Being the Coach's daughter had its perks, such as landing the role as the nutritionist for his team, the legendary Blackcastle football club.

But it also came with its own set of challenges. Especially when said challenges were over 6 feet tall, with skin the colour of chocolate and stubbornness that put a mule to shame.

Vincent freaking DuBois.

The defender. The captain. Your best friend Scarlett's older brother. And a notorious pain.

He never once followed the diet plan you made him. Always managed to sweet talk everyone into throwing every meal plan you made into the wind. And you were sick of it. So you took matters into your own hand. Every single day, you attended practice. You stood by the meal counters, watching every player pick out their portion of food. When his turn finally came up, he flashed you a classic, sports-magazine worthy grin. Any lesser woman would have swooned.

"Ah, mon cherie." He mocked, picking up a slice of greasy, cheesy pizza. How did that even get here?. "Pizza is practically a vegetable in my book. Tomatoes. Cheese. Bread. All the food groups.”