𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇,
Jude has a girlfriend, but can he keep himself away from Amora?
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Amora knows what Jude is like, and he has a girlfriend, but does that stop her?
Amora is in Germany for the Euros, and her brother Trent has cautioned her against fa...
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real life! first person (jude and amoras pov)
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amoras pov
I FOUND MYSELF wandering through the maze of hallways, my footsteps echoing off the concrete walls as I desperately tried to retrace my steps. How had I managed to get lost in a stadium I'd already been to several times before? My phone's battery was at 5%, and I cursed under my breath, willing it to last long enough to call a cab.
The muffled sound of voices and laughter drifted down the corridor, pulling me toward what I hoped was an exit. Just as I turned a corner, I nearly collided with a group of people—players, their families, and a few staff members all heading in the same direction. I spotted Trent up ahead, his arm slung around Chloe, who was busy talking loudly on her phone. They didn't notice me, and I wasn't exactly in the mood to be noticed either.
I squeezed past them, feeling a bit out of place in the crowd. Then I saw Jobe's familiar face, still beaming with post-game excitement. He hadn't seen me yet, and I debated whether I should just turn back or say something. Before I could decide, he was swept away by the crowd, disappearing from view.
Relieved but feeling slightly disappointed, I turned back and continued to look for an exit. I told myself it was better this way. I wasn't in the mood for small talk, and there was no need to get involved with more of Trent's teammates or their families. I'd had enough excitement for one day. Hint: Jude. Ugh, thinking about him is so frustrating. This time, I'm definitely choosing personality over looks. But, honestly, he's so fine—those eyes of his are magnetic. Wait, did I just say that?
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LATER THAT EVENING, after freshening up at my Airbnb and nearly talking myself out of going, I found myself at the restaurant Trent had invited me to for the post-game dinner. It was a popular spot in Germany, known for hosting footballers and celebrities.
I smoothed down the fabric of my black satin dress as I entered the restaurant, feeling slightly self-conscious. The cowl neckline draped delicately at the front, and the silky material clung to my figure in all the right places. The ruched detail along the side added a subtle texture, and the spaghetti straps felt barely there, exposing more of my shoulders than I was used to. The dress was definitely bold—shorter than I usually wore—but I couldn't deny how good it looked under the soft restaurant lights.
Still, as I scanned the crowded room, the confidence I'd felt when I put it on began to slip away. The noise and the number of people were already overwhelming. I spotted Trent waving me over, and I forced a smile, trying to breathe past the tightening in my chest. I needed to get through this night, but already, the social anxiety was creeping in faster than I expected.
Trent waved me over from a large table near the back, where most of his teammates had already gathered with their girlfriends and wives. My heart rate spiked as I approached, seeing the sea of unfamiliar faces. Chloe was glued to Trent's side, as expected, but the empty seat next to her was quickly filled by someone else.
