Choices

7

I stand in front of the bathroom mirror looking at myself.

My dark, brown hair is strung up into a loose, but tidy, bun and my face tired but somewhat presentable with the touch of makeup. A bruise rests subtly on my cheek, still visible despite trying to cover it with foundation and a hint of blusher. That's the mark reminding me of the events between me and Kylian yesterday evening.

There was no training today as Pochettino felt there wasn't any need, so I haven't spoken to him about what happened or what was going to happen. I will have to face him with my boyfriend tonight.

With the boyfriend that he has no idea about. I should've told him yesterday when we almost did what we did. Maybe then I would feel less guilty about it.

But that's just the thing. Why do I feel guilty?

It's not the guilt of almost doing what we did. There is no guilt towards Jack, it lies with Kylian.

I left him without saying anything, without telling him the circumstances that he has the right to know. He shouldn't find out this way, it's not fair on him. Yet, he is going to find out this way whether I like it or not.

"Liv," There's a knock on the bathroom door and I jump slightly, snapping out of my daze. I open the door slowly to see my little brother. "Dad's here, I am going now."

"Okay, be good for him." I ruffle his hair and Sam jogs away. Our dad is taking him out to go and watch the new Spiderman film, he said that he would do it to look after his son for us whilst me and Jack go to this dinner at Le Cinq.

I shut the bathroom door again and go back to staring at myself in the mirror.

My short, rose gold dress clasps my body in all the right places. With the top half in a v shape around my breasts exposing them slightly. The dress stops mid thigh and it a semi-exposed back as the straps criss-cross down stopping at my lower back where the material covers me.

I love this dress, not too sexy to not be formal but not too formal to make me look like a brick.

I spray my favourite perfume along my collar bone, against either side of my neck, and then my wrists. I give myself a satisfied nod and string a gold necklace with a small emerald pendant around my neck.

Just a bit of colour to bring out my eyes. "Babe, our Uber is here, you ready to go?" Jack knocks on the door.

"Yeah coming now." I answer.

Biting my lip, I step out of the bathroom. My boyfriend's eyes trail my body. "Well, aren't I the luckiest man alive."

"Yes." I nod my head not looking at him in the eyes as I answer.

"Come on then, I want this delicious food." His hand goes to my lower back as we leave our apartment and head outside to where our driver is waiting.

Jack gets in first and I get in next to him in the back, the car begins to move and I shut the door doing my seatbelt up. I look out of my window at the streets of the City of Love.

It's a peaceful night, no clouds in the sky and stars twinkle at me from afar. I turn my focus to the people that are walking and going about their evenings. Couples of all ages hand in hand, mothers and fathers watching or talking to their children.

I smile as I see a dad holding the hand of his little girl, she looks up at him with a big smile on her face as she holds what seems to be a half-eaten jam donut in her hand. Her blond hair put up in two bunches that hang high from her head in two red ribbons matching her spotty red coat.

My mind wonders to how that must feel to have a child and love nothing more in the world. To watch them eat their jam doughnuts and have to clean their faces from all the sugar after they have finished. I look at Jack.

Can I see him being the one I have that family with?

To have them game nights in the living room, to have a Sunday roast at the dining table, to watch the one I love helping the oldest child with their maths homework whilst I sit there holding our second.

Can I see him being that one I love?

I couldn't tell you. And I couldn't tell you who that person is going to be.

All I know right now is that I am about the walk into a restaurant and see the realisation on Kylian's face. Perhaps I might see more than just realisation, who knows.

As the car comes to a stop, I undo my seatbelt and slowly step out of the car. My gold high heels touch down on the pavement and I breathe in the cold fresh air of the night.

Jack puts his hand against my lower back again and uses his other hand to tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear. "Ready, babe?" He kisses my cheek and I send him a smile nodding my head unable to talk.

A lump lodging itself in my throat.

It's time.

Kylian's POV

I haven't spoken to Olivia since yesterday. She had ran out of the room after we almost kissed. I don't know why but I am hoping to find out after this dinner when I will ask her if she needs a lift home. Maybe me going in for a kiss was a bit fast and I startled her a bit, I didn't know that I was going to do that, heat of the moment sort of thing.

But the way she makes my heart flutter every time she smiles, laughs, or even talks isn't something that I can just ignore.

From the first moment I saw her standing cluelessly by Jacques next to the storage cupboard I knew that Olivia Adams was someone who I wanted to get to know.

And this dinner I am on my way to now is an opportunity to do that, to find out more about the girl with beautiful green eyes.

I arrive at quarter to seven and I enter the restaurant where I am guided to my table. Neymar and his girlfriend, Lionel and his wife, and Pochettino and his wife are there too. "Ah Kylian, sit down, sit down." Poch greets me.

I plop myself down on the empty seat next to my best mate. He claps my back hard in greeting and I punch his arm gently in return. "You alright mate?" I ask.

"Yeah all good, all good." He replies.

I nod at everyone else who is here at the moment, but all I can think about is when Olivia is going to arrive. My legs bounces up and down as my palms sweat from slight nerves, then I hear her laugh.

I look up with a small smile on my face but only for it to completely disappear in a heartbeat as I see someone with their arm around her, their hand resting on her hip. She looks stunning. A short gold dress that hugs her thighs and her waist.

A monster erupts inside of me as my eyes meet this someone. His light brown eyes stare back at me. He looks like a dickhead. He's wearing a suit just like the rest of us guys but he looks like an idiot. Messy blond hair and a jawline that is sharp. He's tall too, but lanky, the last sort of person who I would imagine Olivia to be paired up with.

Then my gaze meets with the green eyes of her. My heart flutters and I look away.

That's why she stopped me from kissing her yesterday. Not because I was going too fast, she has a boyfriend.

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Hey peeps,

Kylian knows now about Jack...hope you are enjoying so far.

See you Wednesday,

Daisy xxx