
Offside Love
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Introduction
Matteo Reyes — Real Valencia's notoriously cold-blooded striker, the man the press calls "The Ghost" — has one problem: a tabloid feeding frenzy threatening to unravel a contract worth fifty million euros. His solution? A fake girlfriend. Presentable, controllable, disposable.
Zara is not interested. Zara also desperately needs the money.
But Matteo Reyes does not date. He does not feel. And he does not get attached — a fact Zara reminds herself of daily, even as the lines between performance and reality begin to blur in the most dangerous ways.
Because someone else is watching. Someone who was there before Zara. Someone who has decided that if he cannot have Matteo, nobody will.
And nobody, it turns out, includes her.
Set between Valencia, Madrid, and the rain-soaked streets of London, OFFSIDE is a forbidden, fast-burning romance about the cost of pretending — and what happens when the one thing you agreed was fake turns out to be the only real thing in your life.
Chapter 1
I have a theory about rock bottom.
Everyone talks about it like it is a specific place — a moment you can point to, a floor you hit and bounce off. Like there is dignity in knowing you have arrived. What nobody tells you is that rock bottom is not a floor. It is a series of floors, each one a little lower than the one before, and you do not know you have hit the final one until you are sitting in a Valencia immigration office at seven in the morning with forty euros in your account and a suitcase with a broken wheel, waiting for a man whose name you just signed a nondisclosure agreement to protect.
I am twenty-six years old. Eighteen months ago, I was six weeks from qualifying as a barrister.
Life, as Suki likes to say, is comedic in the way of things that want you dead.
"Zara Cole?" The woman at the desk has that particular brand of Spanish formality — polished and impenetrable, like good leather.
"That's me." I stand, drag the suitcase upright. One of the wheels catches and the whole thing lists sideways with a groan. Very dignified.
"Mr. Reyes's driver is waiting outside. Platform 2." She hands me a laminated ID badge with my name and the Real Valencia crest and the word STAFF in bold letters, because apparently even in professional crisis, European football clubs have excellent branding. I clip it to my jacket and tell myself this is temporary.
This is temporary. This is a paycheck. This is the thing I am doing until I can afford to take the bar exam again and rebuild the version of my life that collapsed so spectacularly that I do not like to think about it in the mornings because mornings are hard enough.
The driver does not speak on the way to the training complex. I appreciate this more than I can say. Valencia in September is the color of overripe fruit — orange and gold and a particular shade of terracotta that would be beautiful if I were a tourist. I am not a tourist. I am the personal assistant to Real Valencia's most notoriously difficult player, hired because the agency I work for has a contract with the club and their last three PAs have each lasted less than a month.
They did not explain why. I did not ask.
The training facility is everything you would expect — all glass and precision and the specific quiet of money that does not need to announce itself. I am met at reception by a man named Dani, late thirties, head of player relations, who has the slightly haunted look of someone managing a situation he cannot control.
"Miss Cole. Welcome to Real Valencia." He shakes my hand. His grip is firm in the way of people who practice this. "Before you meet Mr. Reyes, there are some things you should understand."
"I read the brief," I say.
"The brief does not cover—" He stops. Appears to recalibrate. "He has preferences. Specific ones. He does not like questions that are not relevant to the task at hand. He does not discuss his schedule beyond forty-eight-hour windows. He eats at specific times and the kitchen has a list. If he goes quiet, do not fill the silence." A pause. "Do not try to fill the silence."
"I am an assistant," I say. "Not a therapist."
Dani looks at me with something that might be relief. "Good. That is — that is genuinely good to hear." He starts walking. "The others tried to be friendly."
I follow him down a corridor lined with framed jerseys. "How long did they last?"
"The record is nineteen days."
I do the math. Three weeks, give or take. I need six months minimum to clear my mother's bills and have enough left for the exam fees. I smile pleasantly and say nothing.
The office is on the third floor, overlooking the training pitch. It is spare and clean — a desk, a laptop, two chairs, a wall of windows. There are no personal objects. No photographs, no trophies, no evidence that this space belongs to a man who has scored one hundred and forty-seven La Liga goals. This tells me more about Matteo Reyes than the brief did.
He is standing at the window with his back to the door when we enter, and he does not turn around.
Dani clears his throat. "Mr. Reyes. Your new assistant is here."
Silence.
Then, without turning: "Leave us, Dani."
His voice is lower than I expected. Accented in a way that is not quite Spanish — something else underneath, something South American that surfaces and retreats. Dani all but evaporates from the room.
I stand still. I do not fill the silence.
After what I estimate is forty-five seconds — long enough to be intentional, short enough to be deniable — Matteo Reyes turns around.
He is absurdly good-looking in the way of men who are completely uninterested in what you think about it. Dark eyes that assess without warmth. A jaw that belongs in an editorial. He is in training kit — dark shorts, white shirt — and he has been out on the pitch already because there is still sweat drying on his temple. He looks at me the way you look at a document you have not decided to sign yet.
"You do not look nervous," he says.
"Should I be?"
Something passes through his expression — too quick to catch. "The last one cried. In this room. Before I said anything."
"I do not cry at work," I say. This is technically true. I do all my crying at approximately 2 a.m. in the shower where it is nobody's business. "I am here to do a job. Tell me what it involves and I will tell you if I can do it."
He studies me for another moment. Then he moves to his desk and sits down with the economy of someone for whom every movement is deliberate.
"Sit," he says.
I sit.
"The NDA you signed covers the standard scope — personal matters, schedule, anything discussed in this facility. There is a supplementary clause." He slides a document across the desk. "This one is new."
I pick it up and read it. I read the whole thing because I am a former law student and I do not sign things I have not read, even in my current state of catastrophic life reorganization.
It takes me four minutes. When I look up, he is watching me with an expression I cannot fully read — but there is something in it that might be surprise.
"You read it," he says.
"You expected me not to?"
"None of the others did."
I set the document down. "The supplementary clause covers a personal relationship. Public-facing. It outlines terms for a structured arrangement between your PA and yourself for the purposes of press management." I keep my voice very even. "You want a fake girlfriend."
Not a flicker. "I want a controlled narrative. There is a difference."
"There is really not." I look at the document again. The number at the bottom of the page — the monthly rate for this particular clause — is enough to clear my mother's bills in three months instead of six. I am aware of this. I am also aware that I have not eaten since Heathrow and I am running on something that is not quite desperation but is standing very close to it. "I will need a full brief on what triggered this. The press situation, the timeline, the expected duration of the arrangement. If I am going to perform something, I need to know the script."
Matteo Reyes looks at me across the desk.
"You are not what I expected," he says.
"You hired me through an agency," I say. "You did not expect anything. You expected a function." I put my hand on the supplementary clause. "I am going to be very good at this job, Mr. Reyes. I am going to be efficient and professional and I will not fill your silences or ask you personal questions or cry in this room. But I need you to be equally professional. If this arrangement has conditions, I need them stated. Clearly. In writing."
He picks up a pen. Turns it once between his fingers.
"Dinner tonight," he says. "I will brief you then. The restaurant will be photographed. Dress appropriately."
"What is appropriate?"
He looks at me — not in the way men usually look, cataloguing and assessing. In the way of someone looking for information, like he is reading something. "Something you would wear to impress someone you do not care about impressing."
I think about this.
"Understood," I say.
I do not know yet, standing up and lifting my broken-wheeled suitcase and following the ghost of Dani's directions out of the office, that dinner tonight is the last moment of this I will have any control over. I do not know that the man at the window — the one with the quiet eyes and the voice like something decided — is going to take six months of careful structure and dismantle it with nothing more than the way he occasionally forgets to look away.
I do not know any of that yet.
I just know the number on the document, and I know my mother's name on a hospital invoice, and I know I am very good at performing things I do not feel.
It turns out that last part is about to become a problem.
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Last Updated: 8/29/2026#152 Chapter 152 THE NAME
Last Updated: 8/28/2026#151 Chapter 151 THE CONSULTANCY
Last Updated: 8/27/2026#150 Chapter 150 THE LAST DAY AT BEATRIZ'S
Last Updated: 8/24/2026#149 Chapter 149 THREE WEEKS
Last Updated: 8/23/2026#148 Chapter 148 BRUSSELS
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