Little Miss Tease~ N.J.

Parte 11

"Likewise. Always nice to see you too, Y/n"

I can't believe it! Why am i talking to him like normal!? This fucker almost ended my life!

"What brings you to Brasil? Shouldn't you be in France?" I say like I don't already know why.

"Just wanted to visit a few people I had my mind on..." he says as his tall build shuffles closer.

"Nice. Im guessing you're a busy man so you should get going."

"I have time."

"No. I insist. You should take your leave."

"Stop trying to get rid of me."

"I have all the right to get rid of you!"

"I guess you're still upset," he says taking a seat.

"Of course I'm still upset! You expect me to just forget, you idiot!"

Calma, y/n calma.

"Y/n listen to me. After me and you broke up nothing felt the same. No matter how hard I tried with another girl, you were all I could think about and that destroyed every relationship because all I could talk about was you."

W-wow.

"I- Kylian..."

"I'm not asking to get back together but for your forgiveness. The thought of you hating me hurts my heart."

I look down at the table and he puts his hand out. I look down at his hand then up at him. I grasp his hand firmly and smile at him optimistically. He breathes a heavy breath out then smiles back.

"I thought you'd never forgive me."

"You're lucky i-"

A thud from the window next to us was heard and me and Kylian quickly focused our attention to it. A large camera was held against the glass. I quickly pull away from Kylians hand and throw my hands over my face. Two more men with cameras come rushing in, both of them screaming Kylians name.

"Mbappe! Say something! Please!" They screamed.

"No sorry not today," he says shielding his eyes from the flash.

He gets up and grabs my arm up with him. More paparazzi await outside.

"Y/n come quick." He says running to a car with a man already in the drivers seat.

We both slide into the back.

"Paparazzi already, Kylian? Told you that you shouldn't have came here." The man says

"Yeah yeah just drive."

I look at Kylian, panting out of breath. I have no idea where we're going but I decide to stay silent.

We pull up outside one of the poshest hotels in the entire city which was quite far from Lucas now that I think of it.

"What am I doing here?" I ask tilting my head.

"You can stay here for a few minutes while we find out if the paparazzi got far."

I just nod my head. I refuse to believe he's actually changed. What if he's only brought me here for sex!?

We both get out the car and walk into the hotel.

"Hello Mbappe can I help you with anything?" A woman at the counter says.

"No," he says bluntly walking to the elevator. I trail shortly behind him.

We both stand in the lift in silence.