.C.U.P.I.D. || Kylian Mbappe || FAN-FICTION

36. The job

*Author's POV*

'She has got to be kidding me.' thought Kylian.
He, in his mind, believed that it was another one of her pranks. But it wasn't.

"You're... Okay. I gotta admit, that's a good one." Kylian nervously laughed.

Y/N moved her head side to side and looked down, palming her face with her hands shaking with frustration.

Kylian didn't say a word. Shock consumed him. He stepped back, hitting the wall behind him, he felt his heart rate increase. He stared at Y/N, blank faced, shocked.

Shortly after, Salman approached them. He kept his hand on Y/N's back giving her a comforting hand.
"What happened?"

Y/N didn't say anything, instead she looked at Kylian, indicating Salman that she didn't want him to know.

Kylian understood her gesture and made his way to her, holding her arms, he said, "You trust me, don't you?"

"I do. But this is not something I want you to get involved in." She replied stammering.

Salman being one of her closest friends, knew exactly what was wrong. "They want you there again?"

"Yeah." She said sighing in grief.
"Why can't you just go and come back as soon as you can?" Salman suggested.

"I can't, okay. This is something I'm gonna have to face one day or another. They feel this too and I don't think I'll be able to come back here any sooner than 2 months. And if I miss the signing date here in Paris, which is in less than 2 weeks, there is a big fat chance that I might not get into PSG at all." She said.

Salman sighed and his calm turned into chaos, "Don't you fucking understand it? They are using you! When are you gonna get out of this hell hole?"

Kylian stood there trying to assess the information.

"What do you think I can do? There's no running away. There has never been a second option for me. It's easy for you to say that they are using me. Yes they are. What can change that? Can I? No." She shouted only loud enough for him to hear, making Kylian an audience as well.

"But what is your plan now?" Salman asked.
"He wants money. He's gonna get the money. I'm just gonna have to figure out a way to earn it now." She said.

The amount of money needed by her was nothing to Kylian or Salman. They cared for her after all.

"How much do you need?" Kylian asked.
"Somewhere near a 1500 euros." She shrugged.

"I can help you with that." Kylian says.

"Yes. You can. So can I. It's nothing for us." Salman said to Kylian and then he turned towards Y/N, "Once you sign that contract, it's gonna be nothing for you as well. Can't you just bribe him to spare you for a little bit."

"I've been bribing him to spare us for  a year now." She said.

"Just take some money from us." Kylian said. In the saddest voice he had ever spoken in.

"No. Call it my ego, but I don't borrow money." Y/N said.

"Yeah. Of course you won't borrow money. But you can pay him from here." Salman said.

"Yeah? And who's gonna pay me? And for what work?" Y/N shouted.

"We'll find a job for you. Don't worry." Kylian said hugging her.

"I have to make some calls." Salman said and looked at Kylian giving him an 'take care of her' look.
Kylian nodded and Salman walks away making a call to arrange some work for her.