Alex London had no idea what she was getting herself into when she decided to accept the job from her uncle Joachim Low, of Germany's National Football Team. But fresh off the World Cup win he needed her help in maintaining the health of his star pl...
Bastian turned the radio off with a swipe of his right hand. Annoyed.. he was annoyed. But at who? Himself...? Alex?... who? Picking up speed through the off ramp to his apartment, he pushed the Porsche through its paces. Turning left down the cobblestone street to his flat, he couldn't stop going over what happened. Alex's reaction was a little disturbing. Who was this Michael Mullens and why did she get so clearly upset about hearing his name? This isn't something I can just let go. Pulling into his reserved space, Bastian hits the stairs to his place. Turning the key in the lock, he opens the way in as his phone buzzes in his pocket.
Hey, I'm working a little late tonight. Should be home around 9pm. Don't wait up. Love you.
Damn it. This is going to be harder than I thought. She's avoiding having to talk to me about it. I can feel it. Things are just starting to feel somewhat normal between us, I don't want to risk upsetting her if I don't have to. Pausing for a brief moment, the preverbal lightbulb goes off in Basti's head. Sliding onto the bar stool in the kitchen he grabs the Mac air. Nothing a little google search won't fix.
Michael Mullens - Head of the Canadian Physiotherapy Association. - University of British Columbia graduate. Honours. Minor is Philosophy - Director of Physiotherapy Vancouver Whitecaps FC.
There it was..... black and white. What he had feared. This guy obviously worked with Alex back in BC. That's why she got so rattled today. With his hands flying over the keys he types,
MICHAEL MULLENS image search.
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SHIT... this guy looks a GQ model for Christ sakes. As he lets the jealousy set up shop in his chest, Bastian picks up the phone and hits redial. Bringing the phone up to his ear, he continues scrolling the images.
"Ehhhhh ohhh" Thomas says as he answers the phone. " hey google search Michael Mullens." Bastian says. " hey..... you aren't going all stalker on me now Basti are you?" ... sighing loudly ... "oh haha, just google his name... I think I figured it out."
"Ok I'm reading...... reading ... still... reading what am I looking for.......Baaa... GOT IT!!! Holy crap. Didn't Alex work in BC for one of the Canadian Football clubs?! Oh shit.. Why would she get so worked up about this guy?" Thomas says as he searches through images. " Geeze and he's good looking too." Thanks for bringing that up Thomas ya knob" he says through gritted teeth.
"Something must have have gone on between them... cause She was pretty shaken." Thomas returns as he clicks on an image. "DAMN.... ahhhhh Bastian .... Last row of images. Second to the left...."
Bastian scrolls to the bottom....double clicking on the image... his suspicions have been answered. An photograph of Alex and Michael holding hands coming out of a coffee shop..... and a big fuckin diamond on her left hand.
His heart drops into his stomach. " shit Thomas.... This is bad news"
Finishing her report on Mario's return to play, Alex runs her hands through her thick hair pulling it sideways over her shoulder. The bullshit in the recovery room today still stewing in her brain. "god damn it" she says out loud as she blows out a frustrated breath. How on earth did Mike find me here? Coming to Munich was my fresh start. Away from the hurt and drama of that disastrous relationship. What about Bastian? This wasn't something I was ready to share yet... but now I feel I owe him something. Especially seeing that I virtually forced him to come clean about his engagement with Sarah so many months ago. God why did I have to lose it like I did?
