This story is about a young girl who lives in Paris and work for PSG as a designer and she's not like other girls who's simmping for the one and only young football player name Kylian Mbappé.
She hates him.
She thinks that Kylian is a jerk who spoil...
God, my head so hurts. How much I drank last night?
Ugh! I try to open my eyes and the first thing I see is a big room with dark grey color.
Wait....this is not my room, and this is not my bestie room.
"Wait, wait, wait!" I open up the blanket and I sighs, my dress still the same.
So who this room is?
I explore my eyes and see one thing that make my voice crack open right now.
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THAT IS KYLIAN MBAPPÉ FACE FRAME IN THERE!
SO THAT'S MEAN, I'M IN-
"NOOOOO WAAYYY!!" I shouts so loud.
And the door open so fast, I see Kylian run to me.
"What is it?! What happend? Is there a ghost?"
He's got panicked.
"Stay away! Stay where you are don't come any closer!" I shout to him.
"Ah it's because of me." Kylian chuckle and standing right in front of me.
"Don't laugh you bastard, why I even here?!"
Kylian come closer, see! He didn't listen to me.
"Before you think too far or dirty, I just don't wanna see you drunk out there with some strangers and I just want to make sure you feel safe so yeah I brought you here."
This is the first time I see him want to make an efforts to explain something.
"Jeez, thanks for explaining. Is not some strangers it's Jude Bellingham. Anyway do you have uber application or something smiliar?" I ask him.
Kylian get his phone from pocket. "What if I just take you to your apartment, well you know your-"
"Oh please don't bother yourself." I get up from his bed and straight to folded the blanket.
"I don't feel bother." He said, but I shook my head.
"I can take care of myself, so where's the exit door from this fancy penthouse?" I packed my things like my purse in the table.
"So that's how you thank me, hm?"
I rolled my eyes. "I'm sorry my bad, I really appreciate for you kindness and your big heart to brought me here, instead of your penthouse, perhaps you can just brought me to my apartment next time, hm?"
I pat his shoulder, then wear my high heels at tight up my hair, feel so brizzy.
"I just think I can take a walk, thank you for you everything, excuse me from now."
I said that and leave him alone in his room.
Jesus I love his room, not lie tho, that's make me feel comfy and his thick blanket sheesh I want that in my bedrooms.
