PARIS | Kylian Mbappe

51 | Coupe Du Monde

"What are we not telling Savanna?", I asked folding my arms on the table as I frowned at him.

He looked down, fuddling with his hands. "Nothing", he mumbled.

"What was that?", I said a little louder.

"Nothing", he repeated.

I scrunched up my face, I was not happy. "Doesn't look like nothing?".

"Why do I have to tell you what's on my phone when you don't tell me what's on yours?", he said a little too confidently. I frowned, confused at what he meant. "Last night, you got a text, you couldn't move your phone away from me quicker".

I glared at him. "That wasn't me hiding anything it just was not anything that concerns you", I shrugged.

"And this isn't anything that concerns you", he said. Well now I definitely wasn't happy.

"Clearly not", I mumbled sarcastically lifting my eyebrows.

"Ey", he said quietly. "Don't speak to me like that", oh what a fucking nerve he had. No man would ever tell me how to speak I couldn't care less who they were.

"Excuse me?", I scoffed. "Your not speciality Kylian, if my name flashes up on your phone I'd like to know why".

Before he could speak, the waiter arrived at our table with the food. Oh my god get in my belly. "Like I said, it does not concern you".

"Kylian", I warned. "Your starting to really irritate me", I said with gritted teeth. I usually wouldn't get this angry but because this Nica has been put in my mind it made the situation 10x worse since I didn't like her in the first place. Not to be big headed but once again I knew I was in the right, I had a right to question when there was people sneaking around my back.

"It's nothing!", he said a little hot headily, I don't know why he was the one who was having a hissy fit when it was him keeping something from me.

"Right I'm not eating until you tell me what's going on", I demanded putting down my knife and fork and folding my arms.

As he began to dig into his food, he shrugged. "Starve then". I looked at him and scoffed. He could be a real dick when he wanted to.

"Hurry up and finish I want to leave", I said coldly as he took his time to eat which was grinding on my every nerve.

"Are you seriously going into a mood because I will not tell you what's on your phone?", he raised an eyebrow.

"I don't care about what's on your phone, I care about what your not telling me with your little girlfriend", I said looking at the view I had missed so very much.

"Savanna", he sighed. "It's honestly nothing".

"Right", I nodded giving him the cold shoulder when I didn't look at him. I hadn't even touched my plate when the waiter came over taking our plates asking why I hadn't touched my food. I insisted I was not feeling too good before he brought us over the check and the card machine.

"Sav", Kylia whispered. "Hey", he said tapping me with his leg under the table.

"How much will that be?", I asked ignoring Kylian as I saw him sighed and run his hands down his face.

"Altogether, the total is £168.50", the waiter said.

Dipping into my purse I pulled out my good old piece of trusty plastic. "Card please".

"I've got it", Kylian suddenly said taking out money, the waiter turning confused when I was holding out my card and Kylian was holding out money.