Secret Love(Sascha Zverev)

Chapter 9

Agatha pov

My flight arrives at Monte Carlo and I am greeted by a taxi driver. I hand him my bag and get in the back seat. I look out the window in amazement. I've dreamed of coming here since I was a little kid and watched Selena Gomez come here.

Now I'm here and can cross another thing off my bucket list.

I geek out when I see the ocean and the mountains and of course, the tennis courts in the middle of them both.

This is I without doubt, going to be an incredible week of work. Can I even call this work? I'm so blessed to have this job... Which is why I need to stop seeing Sascha. I can't afford to lose this job.

I arrive at my hotel and start going through my bags. I do this when I get through every hotel. I need to make sure everything is here. It's mainly for all my ATP website equipment.

So last week when I got a call from my boss it didn't end well. I now have to prove to my boss that I deserve to be on this staff and work for him. I can't goof around and site see as much as I have been doing. It is all business from here on out.

As soon as I get to my hotel I look at the pool. 'It's not wasting time if you already finished you're work for the day' I think to myself.

Quickly changing I make my way to the pool and run into Genie Bouchard. The seat next to her is free and I set my belongings down. How is this my life? I'm sat at the pool in Monte Carlo by a top tennis player and its casual.

Soon I'm brought back from my thoughts when my phone rings.

"Hey, I saw you're in Monte Carlo. Need a tour guide?" Zverev flirts.

"Actually it's now or never. I have a lot of work this week."

I send him my address and he's soon at the doors, picking me up. I had just enough time to change back into jean shorts and a tank top.

"Hey." He greets as I close the passenger side door.

I lean over and kiss his cheek. "I've missed you. It was a long week after you left.

He returns a smile, "I've missed you too."

The thing about Monte Carlo is everyone is so rich and prestige that they don't care if you are with a celebrity. I was hesitant that Sascha and I would cause too much news and get us both in trouble but it hasn't. It's been good.

He invites me over to his apartment and I'm speechless.

It is small but still amazing. The view leaves me in awe.

"Wow. I wish writing about your job could pay for this" I make him smile.

"If only" he laughs. "It's nice but sometimes I wish I could spend more time here. I only spend a few weeks a year at home. I'm sure you feel similar. When were you last home?" He makes conversation.

I tell him I left in January for the Aussie Open and haven't been back since.

We talk all about my home while he makes me some pasta.

"So you cook..." I furrow my eyebrows.

He turns around from the stove to talk to me once he finishes stirring.

"I wish I could say I'm as good at cooking as I am at tennis but I'm not" he says. I watch him as he leans up against the counter his legs in front of him, the right over the left, his arms crossed.

Standing up I walk to his fridge to get us some drinks and see he doesn't have much.

"Yeah I didn't get to go grocery shopping since I came home. I'll probably go tonight" he states.

"Wow. A top fifteen player doing his own shopping? You're so humble" I pest. We both laugh.

"You like to talk shit, you know that? I've never seen you cook before."

Sascha hands me a plate and we sit down and eat. I take a fork and twist the noodles in pesto around my fork and bite into it. I'm pleasantly surprised at how good it is.

"Thank you for a lovely meal; you're better than you say you are. I had a wonderful time today. I can't decide if you are a better cook or tour guide."

Soon enough he drives me back to my hotel. I give him a kiss on the cheek before leaving him until tomorrow at the tournament.

What a lovely time Sascha always gives me when we are together.

I hope you enjoy. Please comment and give me feedback on this channel. The Australian Open has started and has inspired me to update haha! Hopefully Sascha can make a good run!

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- Emma