slut - Alexia Putellas

55.

good evening.

anyone who isn't a fan of Martha can stop reading this little story at this point. i know she didn't appear in this one much, but she might be able to make up for it today.

you've been warned 😂

enjoy ☕️✍🏼

Alexia shot a quick glance towards Erin, who had turned from the kitchen with a curious expression.

"Mami. Alba. This is Martha," she introduced, gesturing towards the Spaniard. "She's Erin's best friend. She's been dating Patri since Ibiza last summer... and it seems like she... decided to... join us."

Eli rose from her seat with a warm smile, excitedly extending her arms towards Martha. "Welcome, Martha! Every friend of Erin's is welcome at our family dinners anytime."

The black-haired grinned broadly, accepting Eli's welcome with a nod.

"Oh, thank you, Eli. I'm thrilled to finally meet everyone properly. Erin has been talking about tonight non stop..." she replied, her tone teasing as she glanced around the table. "And there's no way I'd miss this."

Alba, ever the hospitable one, reached for the wine bottle and poured Martha a generous glass.

Well, up to the brim.

"Here you go, make yourself at home," she said cheerfully, passing the glass over to Martha once the black-haired took a seat beside her.

"I hope it's the good stuff," Martha grinned, accepting the glass with a grateful nod.

Alexia, though visibly uneasy about Martha's unexpected presence, managed a polite smile as she fetched an extra plate and placed it before her.

"Here you go," she said curtly, trying to keep her composure as she took her seat on the opposite side of the table, beside Erin.

Sensing the Ballon D'Or winner's discomfort, the therapist placed a reassuring hand on her thigh and gave it a gentle squeeze.

Leaning over, she pressed a soft kiss to Alexia's cheek, gently adjusting the collar of her blouse. "It's alright, baby. Martha's just here to enjoy dinner with us," she whispered soothingly. "She won't cause any trouble."

Trouble.

Alexia glanced at Erin, brow furrowed, but managed a small smile in return.

"I hope," she murmured softly, her tension easing slightly with the blonde's tender touch.

Meanwhile, Martha settled comfortably into her seat beside Alba, taking a sip of her wine with a satisfied smile. "So, how's everyone doing tonight?" she asked cheerfully, looking around the table with a playful glint in her eyes.

Martha.

No.

Eli, always the conversationalist, jumped right in.

Of course.

"Oh, you know, just enjoying a lovely evening with good food and great company. Alexia has been mentioning what an excellent chef Erin is," she replied warmly, reaching for the serving dish to help herself to the food.

Alba chimed in, her glass already half-empty.

"You're in for a treat, Martha," she teased, raising her glass in a toast.

The black-haired Spaniard chuckled, raising her glass in return.

"I can't wait. Cheers to this and thank you for having me here!" she exclaimed, clinking her glass against Alba's before taking another sip.