LOVE'S GAME (BWWM)

4||EHI

I tossed and turned on the bed, still trying to fall asleep, but it proved impossible. I suspected it might be jet lag or something similar, but I couldn't be certain. Accepting defeat, I sat up in bed and glanced at the clock. It was almost four in the morning.

With a sigh, I stood up and made my way to the bathroom. As I sat to pee, my mind drifted to the events of the previous day. It felt like the footballer I was assigned to work for wasn't thrilled to see me. He didn't even acknowledge my presence or respond to my greeting. Perhaps he didn't hear me, but regardless, his eyes held so much anger and a hint of sadness. It was odd because I rarely paid attention to such things.

Nico Ruiz

In Nigeria, even my uncles and male cousins were fans of his. He was as popular as Messi and Ronaldo. I wasn't a football enthusiast, so I didn't pay much attention to him.

However, seeing him face-to-face, I had to admit that he was incredibly handsome. When he looked at me, I found myself captivated by his gaze. He appeared to be in his late twenties or early thirties, with piercing dark eyes that sparkled with intensity. His tousled dark hair added a touch of rugged charm to his overall demeanor. I found myself wondering what he looked like on the football pitch.

He was tall, I estimated around 6'0" or 6'1", and his broad shoulders radiated strength and athleticism. The man was almost too handsome to be real. I tried to stop myself from staring at him when we met, but I couldn't.

He looked like a creation of the Greek gods. I chuckled to myself as I pulled out my phone to check his Instagram.

As I opened his profile and scrolled through, I stumbled upon a picture of him shirtless, drinking water from a bottle on a football pitch. It appeared to have been taken during training. As I stared at his broad chest, his pink lips, and those piercing dark eyes, I felt my heart pound against my chest. My breath quickened.

I quickly set down my phone and ran my fingers through my hair.

Get a grip, Ehi.

Why was I reacting this way? "Gosh," I whispered as I settled back into bed. I felt a strange throbbing sensation between my legs, which I chose to ignore. I wasn't supposed to feel things like this, things I'd never felt for anyone before.

I needed to take my mind off of my employer and focus on why I came to Spain: to work and experience life.

***

I tied my braids together, adjusted my skinny jeans and oversized t-shirt, and slipped on my black sandals. I then put on my glasses and headed downstairs to the kitchen to make breakfast for my new boss.

As I walked through the hallway, I noticed that the bedroom door two doors before mine was slightly open, so I decided to close it. However, as I moved to close the door, I accidentally caught a glimpse of something I shouldn't have seen.

To my surprise, it was Nico, standing naked by the window in the room. His back was turned towards me, so all I could see were his buttocks from where I stood. Embarrassment washed over me as I found myself shamelessly staring at him, realizing that he was completely unaware of my presence.

His back was a canvas graced with an intricate collage of tattoos. I yearned for a closer look, to fully understand the story they told. One arm was similarly adorned, a tapestry of ink that danced with every movement. I caught my breath, surprised by the realization that tattoos could amplify someone's allure to such an extent.