𝟑:𝟎𝟎| 𝙽𝚒𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚊 𝚉𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚠𝚜𝚔𝚒 𝚡 𝙾𝙲

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟒:𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞

On the next day I had plenty of time to think and prepare myself for what was about to hit me today. I got dressed, I did my hair, I put my stuff into my purse and I was ready for work today. I had no expectations about Nicola. I knew he was about to act like a jerk again.

"Bom dia", (good morning), my granddad greeted me, when we saw each other by the car. I gave him a smile and we got in.

"Então, qual é a minha tarefa hoje", (so, what's my task today?), I asked him, while we drove to the A.S Roma stadium.

"Tem certeza de que não vai correr para algum lugar com um dos meus jogadores?", (are you sure you won't run somewhere with one of my players), my granddad smiled, while looking at the road. My cheeks started burning.

"Não posso te prometer nada", (can't promise you anything), I looked through the window to avoid his side eye.

"Tudo bem com você Vale?", (is everything okay with you, Vale?), he spoke softly, "Eu sinto que você não está muito feliz aqui", (I feel like you're not very happy here).

"Eu estou feliz. Não se preocupe comigo", (I am happy. Don't worry about me).

"Espero que você seja", (I hope you are).

I didn't say anything, because honestly I didn't know what I was feeling. At some point I love to be here, but then one person can ruin my whole experience in Rome. It's my own fault for letting him do this.

Granddad stopped the car and I got out first, I took my purse and my stuff with me ready to start my day. I walk in after the security checks my pass and I walk straight to the management department to start my day. I sat on my desk and I opened my laptop to check in.

Around one hour later I had to go to granddad to ask him a few things. The team was training and I see Paulo running towards the gates to score a goal. I watched as my granddad was calmly watching the sparing match.

As sure enough..my eyes spotted Nicola on the bench to put on his shoes. I decided to wait for granddad to get free, so I can talk to him and I sat on the bench on a safe space from Nicola and opened my laptop to check my notes.

"Hey", I heard his saying in a low voice. I almost didn't even hear it.

"Hey", I said back to him.

"About last night...", he made a pause.

"You don't need to say anything", I cut him off immediately, "I already know it didn't mean anything".

"I was actually going to say that I'm sorry, but whatever you say".

It got quiet between us again. And really, really awkward at the same time. Nicola didn't look embarrassed at all of his words last night, but I could see a small sign of regret on his face. I put my laptop down and I stood up, then I got in front of him and I placed my hands on my hips. He looks up at me.

"Tell me why you hate me", I said straight up.

"I don't hate you, tourist", he said and rolled his eyes.

"Then why are you acting like a jerk to me from the moment you saw me?".

"Valentina", he let out a sigh.

"No, I want answers. No, i demand answers, cause I'm sick and tired of you, Nicola", I spoke to him fighting back the urge to yell in his face and embarrass him in front of his whole team, "at one point you hate to even look at me and then, when the clock hits 3:00 you call me and you call me that you like me".

"Shut up!", he stood up and now he's all up in my face staring down at me.

We stare at each other. And while my eyes were filled with anger, his were filled with confusion and fear. I placed my hands on my hips refusing to back off. He wasn't backing off too.

"Is everything alright here?", Paulo steps up and looks at Nicola. He wasn't smiling and he was most definitely angry. Nicola looks at him then to the side.

"Everything is good", he said and he took his jacket from the bench, then he started walking away to the field.

"Oh hell no!", I said and I grabbed his hand pulling him back. Nicola turns around to face me again, "yes, there is a problem and you are not going anywhere until we finish it".

I started dragging Nicola inside to the room I was previously on. He was walking behind me silently still holding my hand like if I let go off him he'll fall back. I opened the room of the management department and I push him inside aggressively.

Nicola looks at me. He wasn't mad, he wasn't cold. He just looked empty. His eyes fell on me as I stood right in front of him with my hands on my hips. I was preparing to give him the speech of his life on how he is the biggest asshole I've ever seen.

"You are acting weird!", I spoke to him and I point straight into his chest, "I want you to give me an explanation..now!".

"I will..", he smiled, "under one condition".

"What is it?".

"If you spend a day with me".

A day with him? What a strange request is this, but if it will make him stop messing with my head-I'm in.

"When?", I ask him.

"Tomorrow is Sunday and we have a free day, so I guess tomorrow", he continued smiling.

"Okay...but I have a condition too".

"What is it?".

"After tomorrow you'll stop acting like a jerk to me", I looked straight into his eyes, "deal?".

"You got yourself a deal, tourist", he gave me his hand and I shook it.

I turn my back to walk out, because I was sure he was done with whatever he needs to say. But the moment I made a step towards the door, I felt a hand grabbing me by the wrist and pulling me back. I turn around, our faces only inches away and his tattoos on his arms around me blocking my sides.

Suddenly my lower back got pressed on the desk behind me and Nicola's face was dangerously close to mine. I felt the heat in my body growing more and more as his lips were getting closer. Is he going to kiss me? I thought to myself and my cheeks started burning.

"One more thing, tourist", he smiled, "i want you to take a picture with me tomorrow".

"What?", I chuckled, "that's a strange request, Nicola", I pointed out.

"If Dybala gets one, why can't I?".

"Oooooh I got it, you're jealous", I smirked.

"Like someone like me could get jealous over someone like you", he smirked again.

"Then why are you mentioning the pictures?".

"Just because I felt like it".

"You're lying".

"Maybe I am, maybe I am not. You'll never know what I think".

"Yeah right".

I tap him on the shower and I push him back, so I can walk out and hide in the toilets to cool off after this strange conversation. But then I turn back to look at him and he was standing there silently. He looked serious this time.

"Aren't you coming?", I asked him.

"You didn't gave me an answer last night", he said and his brown eyes flew to me.

"About what?", I asked visibly confused.

"Do you like him? Dybala I mean".

"Maybe I do, maybe I do not. You'll never know what I think", I winked at him.

"I'm serious, Vale".

"And I'm too. I don't know what I feel, but it's definitely not love. That's what all I have to say on the topic".

"Good", Nicola walks up straight to me, "and I'll make sure for it to stay this way".

After saying that he walks past me and left me standing there completely speechless. Did he just made a comment that he'll make me fall in love with him, or something? I asked myself confusing myself even more.

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