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WARNING: SMUT
"WHATS YOUR PROBLEM?" Hector shouted out with gritted teeth, throwing his car keys onto his bedside table before aggressively taking his jacket off.
The young couple had spent their evening at one of Barcelona's well rated clubs to celebrate Barcelona's win against Sevilla so the mood and vibes were high.
Both Hector and Layla were being their usual selves, making flirty approaches towards each other and swaying their bodies against one and another.
Everyone around them could tell they were in love.
That was until Hector had ditched Layla on the dance floor to go get a drink from the bar. And when it had been a while since Hector came back, his girlfriend went to check on him.
However, she was revealed with the sight of her boyfriend hitting it off with a random blonde girl, completely forgetting that he had a girlfriend to go back to.
She watched as they chatted away, a flirty hand touch from the blonde from time to time as she blinked up at Hector with her big deer - like eyes.
Layla gulped as she watched all this happen in front of her. The feeling of betrayal hitting her as she watched Hector entertain it all.
That had caused Layla to act distant towards her boyfriend for the rest of the night, ignoring him whenever he asked to dance or only giving him one worded answers.
Hector had of course noticed this, but hadn't said anything about it till they got home.
"You. You're my problem." Layla scoffed as she sat on the edge of their bed, facing the other way as she took her black kitten heels off.
"What are you talking about?" Hector groaned as he unbuttoned the top button of his Ralph Lauren polo.
All Layla did was shake her head at the footballers obliviousness, ignoring him as she opened up her wardrobe, picking out her favourite Victoria Secret pyjama set.
"Can you fucking answer me?" Hector added, this time with a louder tone as he walked over to where Layla was.
"You can't be this stupid Hector. You've been flirting with some random bitch all night." Layla snapped back, waving her index finger at his face.
"No i haven't Layla." The footballer kissed his teeth as he took a few steps in front, now being so close to Layla to the point where they could feel each other's warmth.
"Don't lie to me. I'm not an idiot." Layla rolled her eyes as she watched her boyfriend's head lean back, revealing a few of the hickeys that Layla had given him earlier on his neck.
