Taken By The Fall || Marco Reus

Coming Back isn't Sereus

Chapter Fourteen:

One year later:

Borussia Dortmund was playing Bayern Munich that evening, "Die Klassiker" as it was called. It was a home match for Dortmund, but Marco was still couldn't help but feel nervousness and adrenaline catching up to him.

There he sat on his couch, contemplating his strategies and tactics that he had been taught by his coach Thomas Tuchel.

"Babe, are you okay?" Hands snaked around his shoulders, as he turned to see Sarafina, his girlfriend, standing behind him.

"I'm fine; nothing to worry about." Marco muttered, and stood up to give her a quick peck on the cheek, then proceeded to walk to the kitchen.

Sarafina, knowing that he was a bit nervous for the upcoming game, decided to leave Marco be and sat down in the living room to watch some television. She would always be ready for him if he would ever need to let off some steam.

Marco, with his bottle of water, observed the line of framed pictures on the kitchen counter. One was of him and his family back in 2008 in his childhood home; another was of him in his Monchengladbach debut and his Dortmund debut. The rest were pictures of him and Sarafina from a couple of months back.

Marco met Sarafina at a football charity event seven months ago, where she was modeling. She approached him, being the only person at the table, and started talking to him.

Sarafina was gorgeous, no doubt, and in the beginning of their relationship, he was sure that he was in love with her. But now, he felt a bit more suffocated and a little fake. 

Get a grip of yourself, you love her!, Marco tried convincing himself, and shook the other thoughts away.

He walked towards the living room, where he saw Sarafina laying on the couch, staring at the TV. She got up once she saw Marco enter the room, and walked to him and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Babe, I don't want you feeling stressed all the time." She pouted, and played with his hair with her hands. She definitely wore less than most girls recently, showing off the body that she had. Right now, she wore booty shorts and a bikini top, claiming that she went swimming earlier.

Marco tried not to flinch, not liking when anyone touched his hair. He broke the gap between their faces by kissing her passionately and steamily, which she gladly responded back by.

Soon, their kiss turned into something much more, as Marco found himself in his bedroom with Sarafina, her loud moans drowning out most of his thoughts.

He wasn't making love to her, but having sex with her. It was only now when he realized the difference between the two.

But Marco did admit, she was great at sex, but wasn't that all she was really good for? Every time he would feel stressed or nervous about a big game, he didn't sit down and let out his feelings to her; it's not like she would pay that much attention anyway. He would sleep with her instead, and she was completely okay with it.

Stop thinking so much and just enjoy the moment!, Marco scolded himself in the head. He had a hot naked girl having sex with him, and he was complaining?

But still, Marco couldn't help but feel that something was missing from his life. The trouble is, he just didn't know what it was.

-

"Sandra! Oh my God, it's been so long!" A very familiar voice called out as Sandra was at the hotel counter, checking into a room.

She turned her head to see someone that she was happy to meet. "Bastian!" She exclaimed, and walked towards him to give him a big hug.