PARIS | Kylian Mbappe

26 | Turn For The Worst

"Do you two know each other?", I smiled weirdly looking between Kylian and this Yasmin girl who couldn't keep her smirk off him.

"No", Kylian quickly said.

"Is that true Kylian?", she chimed. I was beyond confused right now.

"Yes, could you please leave us alone now", he groaned starting to get irritated by her presence.

"What's going on?", I said also getting a little irritated by the girl. Her smirk was getting wider with every passing second. "Who are you?".

"She's no one", Kylian growled. "Just fucking go away".

My eyes went a little wide when he raised his voice. I could tell he was angry but there was no need to attract other people's attention, I mean how bad for him was it that this girl was here?

"I'm here to take your order", she smiled looking at me. "What would you like Miss?".

"Um", I didn't know what to say. Here was this girl stood smirking at our table, Kylian was looking down scratching his head in annoyance and here was me trying to connect all three of my brain cells to think of any french dish I could ask for.

"Bring us the mixed platter and two steaks, medium with salad and garnish and get someone else to bring it over, thanks bye", he quickly said. It was obvious he was trying to get rid of her but I wanted to know who the fuck she was and why Kylian was making such a fuss.

I frowned my eyebrows as the girl took our menu's off us, obviously brushing Kylian's hand before strutting away.

"Wow if your like this with all waitress' I'd hate to dine out with you again", I laughed, more to myself, yes I laugh at my own jokes, get over it. He sighed heavily and tilted his head back. "Who was she?".

"No one", he said sharply.

"Who was she?", I repeated.

"Drop it, if I'm saying she's no one, she's no one".

If he thought his warning tone would make me back off he was so wrong. I was an upfront person, like I said if I had something to say I would say it, regardless. "A waitress come to take our order and can't keep her eyes off you and can't contain her little smirk, obviously I'm not going to drop it. Who was she?".

"Savanna", he warned .

"Kylian", I replied. "You might aswell tell me because it has kind of ticked me off that it's put you in a mood. Plus I won't stop asking until you tell me anyway".

He sighed once again wiping his face with his hands in annoyance before calmly looking at me and smiling. "Are you always this stubborn?".

I shrugged. "When I want to be".

He fiddled with the table cloth for a few seconds before he opened his mouth then closed it again. "Is she an ex?", he shook his head.

I thought for a few moments. Ahhh. "Is she one of your booty calls?".

He looked at me for a few seconds and said nothing, confirming what I had just asked. I raised my eyebrows nodding my head slowly. Well I was now in a foul mood.

"Are you angry?", he asked lowly.

"No I'm not angry", I said calmly. "I'm not angry at all that one of your whores is serving us when your suppose to be on a date with me, not angry one bit Kylian".

He huffed. "I didn't know she was going to be here. I didn't even know she had a job".

"You know maybe before you take a girl on a date to a restaurant, maybe check you haven't fucked the staff, yes?".