slut - Alexia Putellas

20.

good evening everyone.

this is probably the most important chapter of the book for me (even now after writing chapter 41). when i wrote and finished this chapter, i decided that this story will get published. until then, it wasn't meant to be and i didn't know i would.

hope you enjoy the story, and this part, as much as i did. ☕️✍🏼

Well, Erin should have asked.

Because if she had asked, or if she had known, Erin could have spared herself the argument the following evening.

She should have known.

She should have know better than that.

Her voice reverberated through the apartment, charged with a mix of hurt, frustration and disbelief. She had returned home after a long day out, only to find herself thrust into an emotional whirlwind.

"Are you out of your mind?!" Erin's voice cut through the air like a knife just as the apartment door is closed shut, leaving them alone in the apartment. Her eyes fixed on the Ballon D'Or winner who stood by the kitchen counter, Alexia's posture tense and defensive.

"Erin. Please. You-"

"No, Alexia," the blonde interjected sharply, her tone brooking no interruptions as she pointed toward the door, through which the person had just passed. "This isn't about me. This is about you! What possessed you to invite her over and have your way with her?"

But a response never came.

Alexia's gaze faltered for a moment, brunette hair fell over her strong shoulder, still slightly disheveled, her shirt out of place as her hands tightened around the edge of the counter. She swallowed, hard. Erin's words hung in the air, slicing through the tension that thickened between them.

"Was it for fun? For pleasure? To satisfy some impulse?"

Erin's words wavered with a mix of anger and frustration, but also with vulnerability and bewilderment. Her words were harsh. Unusually harsh. They were direct, and her jaw was clenched with emotions as she stepped closer.

"Or maybe you did that to spite me? To confuse me? To hurt me?"

But Alexia remained silent.

Her jaw clenched slightly, and then quivered as she stared out the window, avoiding Erin's piercing gaze. And that didn't make it better for the therapist, her frustration mounting, her thoughts racing as she struggled to make a sense of this situation.

"Well, if causing me pain was your aim, you've certainly succeeded."

Yes, she should've known better.

"I don't understand, Alexia." The blonde continued, her voice smaller now, softening slightly. "You brought me here. You invited me to live with you. You wanted me to join you when you attended this event. You've shown me care, and affection and now... this?"

Sliding onto a bar stool, Erin crossed her arms on the countertop, eyes fixed on Alexia who was still gazing out the window. Inhaling a deep breath, she tried to calm herself down.

But it was no use.

"Why, Alexia? Why did you do all that?"

Erin's voice was pleading now. But she became even more frustrated when the Ballon D'Or winner shrugged.

She just shrugged.

"Look at me when I talk to you."

The therapist's demand was urgent. She slightly leaned forward just as Alexia finally turned to face her, her expression unreadable as hazel eyes settled on Erin.

The FC Barcelona captain hesitated, her shoulders tensing as she parted her lips, wrestling with herself before she spoke. "I... I didn't know what I was doing," Alexia murmured finally, her voice barely above a whisper.

Erin's incredulous laugh cut through the silence, filled with bitter irony.

"You didn't know?" She asked, shaking her head in disbelief, her eyes narrowing. "But you knew exactly what you were doing with Misa when you had your hand between her legs, didn't you?"

At the mention of her teammate's name, Alexia's face flushed, a mix of guilt and regret washing over her. She opened her mouth to speak but no words came out, unable to defend herself against Erin's accusations.

"You're right."

She conceded her answer quietly, her gaze dropping to the floor as she spoke.

Erin took a moment to process Alexia's admission, her mind swirling with a mix of hurt, confusion, and a flicker of anger. Even though she tried, she couldn't understand why the brunette would betray her trust like this, especially after the last couple of days.

But more than anything, she needed answers.

"Why did you do that with Misa?" Erin's voice wavered slightly, her eyes searching Alexia's face. "Was it to get back at me? To prove something? Because you were jealous I met her for dinner yesterday? Or was it because you wanted to see if I cared?"

And once again, Alexia shrugged.

She just shrugged.

Her empty gaze fixed on a point somewhere beyond Erin's shoulder, avoiding direct eye contact.

The blonde felt her frustration build, and she needed the athlete to face her, to confront this situation head-on. Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she repeated her earlier words with a firmness that surprised even her own ears.

"Look at me, Alexia."

Slowly, almost reluctantly, the captain's hazel eyes met Erin's.

"You're a slut."

At the sound of these words, Alexia's eyes fluttered shut. Absorbing what the blonde had said, her jaw tightened briefly before she spoke, her words measured.

"I know."

Standing quietly for a moment, Erin's voice tinged with anger and disappointment as her eyes pierced into Alexia's with intensity.

"I'll work with you until the end of the month, until I get my payment," the therapist declared, her words sharp and decisive. She felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through her veins, fueling her resolve. "After that, I'll find my own place. That way, I won't disturb your... rendezvous, and I won't have to know about them."

Her harsh voice echoed in the quiet apartment, hanging heavily between them, while the Ballon D'Or winner remained silent, her jaw clenched as she struggled to find the right words to respond.

"Bonita, please don't do that," Alexia began, her voice pleading, but Erin cut her off with a sharp gesture.

"Don't," the blonde snapped, her eyes flashing with hurt and indignation. "I don't want to hear it right now."

Turning away abruptly, the therapist stormed into the living room, swiftly gathering some of her belongings - a sweater hastily thrown over her shoulders, her laptop tucked under her arm, and a few personal items gathered into a bag.

"I'm staying at Martha's tonight," she announced tersely, her tone final and resolute.

She didn't spare a glance back at Alexia as she headed toward the front door, unwilling to show any vulnerability in that moment. "I won't be around, so feel free to have Misa over. Have your fun. I don't care about her."

And with that, Erin swung the door open, her footsteps echoing loudly in the tense silence of the apartment, before the slam of the door behind her reverberated through the hallway, a sharp punctuation mark to their heated exchange.

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well. well. who saw that coming?