Victoria and Pablo meet by chance when she has to interview him after the Nations League final 2023.
He's immediately infatuated by her, but due to a few years age difference, she only sees him as a younger friend.
Will he make it out of the friendz...
On Friday morning I got on the early train to Madrid and prepared for the conference that would take place today and tomorrow. I picked up my phone and quickly scrolled through Instagram, when I saw that FC Barcelona had posted a new teaser of their documentary, with none other than my... he wasn't my boyfriend, but he wasn't just a flirt, or so I hoped - anyways, it was about Pablo. It was quite funny, it showed him being cussed at by Xavi and his teammates talking about his character.
Vicky 😘 They definitely chose the best clip to promote the series 😄 You look good in it 😘
Pablo Páez Gavira Ugh, it's so embarrassing 🤦🏻♂️ Everyone in the locker room is already laughing about it But thanks 🥰
I smiled. That's what I really liked about him - his character might come off as arrogant and angry, but really he was just a fighter and a leader - and those are traits that make someone a man, not his age. The conference was quite interesting and I was able to produce two interesting articles that were respectively published on the following days in the print edition. The digital age made my job harder - everything had to be also on the internet, so I additionally had to write two, albeit shorter, articles that could be published online on the same day.
I returned home on Saturday evening and after a short phone call with Pablo, talking about my work trip and his last training session today, I went to sleep. On Sunday, I woke up feeling so energised and excited for the game, that I put on my running gear and ran a 10k for the first time in ages. It felt so good and I challenged myself to go running on three days the next week. Maybe I could even make Pablo join me one time if he wasn't already too worn out from his training.
Chiara had volunteered to go to the game with me today and she came over around 5 to get ready with me. We decided to take my scooter as the parking situation was always so much easier than with a car and we could escape the usual traffic jams of the city. Pablo hadn't disappointed and given us Category 1 tickets, which were pretty close to the pitch, but much more anonymous than the VIP sections.
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clairecollins I miss our Stamford Bridge adventures! Replying to clairecollins: vicky.hernandez I do too! I need to visit you in London soon 😘 pedri Outfit 10/10 I'm impressed ✅ pablogavi 💙❤️ kike_hrnndz I expect a full report on your new football ecstasy and on why footballers are commenting on your posts next week 🤨
Gavi was starting today and I was so excited for him - the players were currently out on the pitch to warm up and I followed him with my eyes. "Careful, you're drooling" Chiara joked and I shot her a look. Yamal was also starting today, breaking Pablo's record of being the youngest Barca player to start a game today. Our team definitely dominated the first half and we had lots of great chances, but somehow the ball never found its way into the net. After five minutes extra-time following the first half half, the referee whistled to signal the break and Pablo immediately walked to him and complained about... whatever - God, he was such a hothead. The ref showed him the yellow card - during the break. I had never seen that in a match I had watched and put my head in my hands. Doing that, I missed out on him walking into the tunnel and I couldn't even signal him a thumbs up even though he most probably wouldn't have looked.
The second half started and again, we had tons of chances but still no goal. In the 69th minute Pablo was subbed off, and I knew that he would be pissed about that. He always wanted to play the full 90 minutes. But after he sat down on the bench, he turned around to check the stands and our eyes found each other - I sent him a smile and a small grin also appeared on his face before he turned around to watch the match unfold again. Finally, in the 82nd minute, Pedri scored a goal and the stadium roared! During the last minutes of extra time Ferran scored a second goal and the atmosphere was electric. And after four more minutes of game time the referee blew the whistle. What a win!
Chiara and I stood up to clap and cheer and the Barca players went onto the pitch to celebrate with us fans. Pablo was so happy and looked victorious, even though he would probably push himself in training even more next week, to convince Xavi that he was on top of his game. Before going into the tunnel, he pulled off his shirt and threw it to a fan - but I only had eyes for his toned body and abs and Chiara nudged me which made us look at each other and laugh.
After packing up our stuff, Irene and I got going and I dropped her off at her apartment before driving home and preparing some tapas. Pablo arrived after around 45 minutes. "Hey hey hey, I have a winner in the house!" I said excitedly before kissing him. "And I'm visiting the best cheerleader" he said, holding my head in his hands. "Beer?" I asked when going into the kitchen. "No, um... I still have to drive" he replied. "Oh, makes sense", I said, taken one can out of the fridge for me nevertheless. "Orrrr... you could stay here tonight" I said, trying to sound persuasive. "I could stay here tonight" he said and hugged be from behind before pressing a kiss on my cheek. He went over to the fridge to take out a beer for himself and I said: "To winning" "On and off the pitch" he said and winked, making me roll my eyes jokingly.
"You know, I've never seen your bedroom" Pablo said after we had finished eating. "Smooth, Pablito, smooth" I chuckled. We quickly cleaned up and then I took his hand. "Sooo, this is it" I said, opening my bedroom door. "Another TV?!" he asked. "Yeah, why not?" I said and grinned. "I can get into bed at 8, watch six hours of Netflix and then go straight to sleep. I think it's brilliant!"
"How'd you find your outfit by the way?" Pablo now asked. "Funny story, Chiara's brother's ex is a huge Barca fan. She went through his breakup box in the garage and found the shirts and the scarf" I chuckled. "I'll have to give you a shirt of mine. This one's at least three seasons old" he joked. "Hey! It's called recycling and in case you haven't heard it's very trendy right now" I laughed.
Pablo then quickly ran downstairs to his car to get his bag, where he had his toiletries and a shirt in which he could sleep in. I had given him the keys so that he wouldn't have to ring and he entered the bedroom just as I had taken off my shorts. "Oh, sorry... I can..." he stammered. "You could help me take my shirt off" I flirted and went over to him. He gulped, but fulfilled my request, brushing the shirt off my body. Our lips quickly connected and I pushed him on my bed, then crawling on top of him. His hands roamed all over my body, I was just wearing underwear and he was eager to explore more than what he had seen up until now. In a swift motion, he also took off his shirt and I admired his toned muscles. "Like what you see?" he asked and grinned. I nodded and bit my lower lip. I wanted to take it a step further and started trailing down kisses from his neck, down to the hem of his trousers. I opened the button and pulled them off, before tugging at the seam of his underwear. He quickly pulled me up so that I was face to face with him again and I was a bit disappointed. "Vicky... I'm... loaded after a game, if you do this I'll come in five seconds" he said quietly. "I... want you to enjoy it, I don't care" I whispered. "Can I please you?" I asked. "God, of course you can" he said and kissed me passionately. I moved back down and started blowing him. He had definitely exaggerated with his five seconds, I did have to work on him for a few minutes, but it was definitely quick. He came moaning my name and how he said it made the butterflies in my stomach erupt.
After finishing, I laid down next to him and he pulled me closer. "Can I... please you too?" he whispered, brushing his hand over my slip. "I'd really, really want to, but I'm still on my period and I don't think that's very romantic" I admitted. "Oh... ok, just cuddling?" he said and grinned. "Just cuddling sounds great" I said and made myself comfortable in his embrace, and at some point we just fell asleep.
