slut - Alexia Putellas

6.

i truly enjoy how you're all getting carried away with the book title. but i'll be honest, after 30 chapters written, i don't think i've written anything this ‚intense' before. 🙊

so, let's see how Alexia handles stuff her way 😏

don't forget your star if you want more of this 😉

A week later, Tuesday morning crept in with the soft glow of dawn filtering through the hostel windows, casting a warm hue over Erin's tired form as she lay in her bunk bed.

The Mediterranean heat had already started to seep through, promising another scorching day ahead.

Something the blonde yet got to get used to.

Listening to some relaxing music, the soothing beats reverberating in her ears was a brief respite before joining others from the hostel for breakfast downstairs.

Lost in the rhythm, Erin jumped when, all of a sudden, someone's weight perched on her bunk bed beside her, yanking out her headphones to find one of her roommates grinning mischievously.

"Woah, you scared me! What's up?"

"Someone's looking for you at the door," the roommate whispered, leaning in conspiratorially as a soft smile tugged at her lips.

"For me?"

Erin's mind raced through the possibilities of who could be visiting her at this unfamiliar hostel in a foreign city.

No one knew she was staying here.

Not her older brother Austin.

Not her best friend Martha.

Not-

"She says her name is Alexia," the roommate added, nodding toward the door where an athletic figure stood in the hallway shadows.

Immediately, Erin's tired eyes widened.

"Oh. Ohh um... okay," she murmured, hastily tying her hair into a messy bun and tucking the loose strands of golden blonde hair behind her ear, unfazed by her casual attire - a loose shirt and joggers - as she hurried to the door.

Slipping through the gap, the therapist shut the door behind her and faced Alexia, the unexpected visitor in this unfamiliar setting.

"This isn't exactly your usual hangout spot, is it?" she quipped nervously, trying to lighten the surreal moment.

The Ballon D'Or winner shrugged nonchalantly, adjusting her cap and sunglasses, scanning the rundown hallway with a cool demeanor. "I can leave if my presence bothers you," she offered, her voice aloof yet deliberate.

Erin chuckled nervously, tilting her head in curiosity.

"That's not what I meant," she clarified, genuinely puzzled. "I'm just surprised to see you here. What brings you to this part of town?"

Taking a deep breath, the athlete deliberated her response, removing her sunglasses, allowing her hazel eyes to meet Erin's gaze directly.

The power those eyes held.

"It's Tuesday morning," she began, her tone measured. "I thought I could pick you up for therapy and help you with your stuff. That is, if you've made your decision, of course?"

The therapist felt her cheeks flush with surprise, momentarily at a loss for words.

"Oh, um, yeah..." she stammered, flustered. Nervously scratching the back of her neck, she looked around, "Um..."

Noticing Erin's unease, Alexia leaned casually against the doorframe, her expression guarded, her intent clear as she adjusted the cap on her head.

"I see," she murmured, her gaze lingering on Erin thoughtfully.