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Chapter 3

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Alana's Pov

"For God's sake, it's weekend and i still have to drag my ass down here!"

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I groaned in frustration and dip my head back to my very comfortable pillow.

I don't know what's gotten into Kylian's head that he's willing to drive down the road, only to wake me up on weekend. He hates it when i disturb the only days he had without working, so it must be something suspicious up there on his head. I barely have a good sleep since Neymar fired me last night, not even 12 hours since i work for him after we had that steamy arguments.

"Since you haven't buy a new cellphone yet, no one can reach you and you should be working right now! Neymar told me to get you and Rafaella already left to the airport."

"What? He fired me last night, stop with your nonsense talking." I pushed him away, but he insist on getting me out from the bed.

"I came to his house this morning and he's asking for your disappearance. You're the one who talks nonsense here."

During my not-so-conscious stage right now, Kylian force me to get into the shower and waits for me until i dressed up properly. I don't know what's the rush in this, even i have no time to choose my outfit. After a short consideration, i decided to wear whatever it is at the top of my drawers, which is a pair of washed out jeans and oversized band t-shirt that almost consumed the whole size of my body.

At first, i collect my car keys and ready to tail Kylian's car until Neymar's house, but Kylian checked on my car before and he said that i have to change my oil first. Maybe that's why my Mustang always broke down all of the sudden. Don't blame me. I don't know basic shits about car, all i know is bad driving theory.

"Did he miss me or something? What's the rush?" I examined myself in the mirror and put on some light makeup, to make sure i don't look ridiculous in front of my hot-headed judgy boss.

"He wanted you to make him a Croissant."

"Are you kidding me?" I pinch his right arms. If it's really for a piece of Croissant, i will make Neymar pay for ruining my sleep. Well, technically i can't because i'm his worker and he's my boss.

"I'm deadly serious! I told him about your mid pastry skills and out of nowhere he wanted a Croissant, i guess he also bumped his head during that accident."

I can admit that the only skill i had in life would probably baking and pastry making, because my mother brought me to her kitchen everyday and it starting to became a muscle memory since i watched her a lot. I used to have a dream getting into a culinary school like Le Cordon Bleu Paris, but my parents can't really afford the tuition so i ended up in a Biology major, which is i know a really different change.

As soon as we arrived, i saw another unfamiliar car was parked at the front of Neymar's house, i'm pretty sure it was Maserati. I walk behind Kylian when we get inside and i was starstruck when my gaze landed in a guy whose name is a walking legend, Lionel Messi. I swear my legs suddenly turns into a jelly and if i have my phone right now i would gladly take a quick snap and frame it at front of my house. Even i forgot Neymar was also there in a second.

"Why are you standing there? I'm hungry and i need my Croissant." Neymar's voice came ruining my good starstruck moment.

"Croissant? As in that pastry?" Messi joining in. Holy shit, i'm in the same conversation with him. I definitely will tell my future kids about it.

"Yeah, i heard you're a Pâttisier so i need to see if you're really good at it." I know Neymar just want to see me fail at making it, so he can embarrass me more.