DESTINY | Kylian Mbappè

Chapter 28

I wake up to the sensation of soft kisses trailing along the back of my neck. An arm drapes lazily over my waist, and I drift in and out of sleep with my eyes still closed.

"You awake, amour?" A raspy voice whispers in my ear.

"No," I murmur, still drowsy.

"You should really wake up then." He purrs, pulling me tighter against him. I can feel something hard pressing against my butt and I understand his intentions. "Kylian, no" I yawn.

"What do you mean, no?"

"I mean no, Kylian. We're not having sex."

"Pia, come on. Why not?"  He snipes at me. I raise an eyebrow at him.

"I'm just not in the mood, Kylian." I sit up, stretching my arms. I barely slept last night, thinking about what I discovered about Rose Bertham being Gregory's child's mother.

"So you sleeping in our bed last night is not me being forgiven?"He asks. I wonder if Kylian knows about Rose Bertham's actions against Gregory, denying him access to his child. It took everything in me not to mention it, especially after what he said that day about how he never wanted to see me with Gregory. It's clear that he wouldn't want to hear me talk about him now.

But if she will do the same to Kylian, I need to get to the bottom of this.

"Hmm.."

With everything going on ,intimacy is the last thing on my mind. I wouldn't even enjoy it in our current situation

Kylian leans in closer."We haven't had sex in weeks .I want you ,Pia.God l want you so badly."

He presses into me and l feel his hardness.l pull away and hop off the bed. "I have some work to do."

Kylian jaw clenches slightly but doesn't say anything for a moment.

I grab my laptop from the nightstand and check the notes I drafted last night. I'd been working on Gregory's case, preparing documents and planning my approach.

"Just five minutes, Pia. Just five," he pleads, holding up five fingers as if that would convince me.

"If you're that horny you have a hand.Use it."l say ,barely audible.

"You're much better than my hand"He says,as he throws his arm dramatically over his face.

"I'm going to work ,Kylian."

"I thought you took some days off?"

"It wasn't exactly days off. I was supposed to go on a work trip to Madrid but that's not happening anymore so I have other cases to handle." I pick up my phone and start scrolling for Shantel's number.

"This isn't fair," he mutters, letting his head fall back on the bed.

He didn't say a word when I mentioned that the Madrid trip is  off. I expected him to argue or insist, like saying, "No, we're still going. don't work on other cases." The situation with Rose and the pregnancy has clearly thrown him off track , he's no longer focused on Real Madrid, his dream, his career.

I hate you ,Rose. I hate you.

I dial Shantel's number. "Good morning, Ms. Luther."