The Convenient Marriage (MLB Fanfiction) COMPLETE✔

Chapter 17 🔞

WARNING: CHAPTER CONTAINS EXTREMELY EXPLICIT CONTENT, PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.
   Yay for an early update! Reached a huge milestone on wattpad so I uploaded this early to celebrate.
   Also this story is surprisingly doing decent?? Which confuses me cause its shit and I wasn't even sure if people still read fanfiction.
  I love you guys and appreciate the support regardless.

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Marinette placed a couple of drinks on to the bar table, her blue eyes scowling Alya as she giggled by her side. The headache that throbbed throughout Marinette's skull didn't get any better, and the loud music that boomed throughout the club didn't exactly help her situation either.

   "Y-You didn't say anything about me to him, did you?" She was almost afraid to ask. The way Alya had been leaning up against the bar table kinda told her that they had been talking for quite some time.

Alya was always trying to be a wing woman and even though she wasn't aware that the relationship between her and Adrien was a little rocky, she was still always trying to ship Marinette with someone who seemed decent enough.

  "Why do you always assume people talk about you, huh?" Alya asked, a subtle smirk on her lips as she began to pull the shot glasses off the shelves and place them onto the serving trays.

Marinette blushed, her hands trembling as she grabbed the sanitizing cloth from the bucket of solution that was just below them.
"I-I mean... when I walked in you both looked up at me. What am I supposed to think?" Marinette mused, a frown on her lips as Alya laughed, filling up the shot glasses with whiskey.

    "I think you're just being a little bit paranoid," the brunette teased. "But I do suggest talking to him a little. I took the dance floor for you so you guys have a bit of time to know one another."

Marinette reached up to pinch the bridge of her nose, the tension in her head only growing.
"I'm not really in the mood to socialize."

Alya shook her head, lifting the tray and glancing back at Marinette.
"That's too bad," she replied. "We had such an amazing time not talking about you." The female teased with a grin before she turned and exited the bar.

Marinette widened her eyes, remaining still as she had felt so small and lost.
"Y-You know I don't believe you!" Marinette shouted through the music, her blue eyes following Alya who rounded the corner of the bar and disappeared into the dance floor.

    Her blue eyes lowered, her heart jumping in her chest the moment Luka came into view with a genuine smile. The male waved at her, his eyes possibly brighter than the sun at the sight of her. Marinette blushed deeply, tucking some hair behind her ear. She pressed her lips together as she awkwardly approached the bar counter with a shy smile.

"H-Hey," She breathed, placing the sanitary cloth on to the bar top and casually began to wipe it down. "I was hoping to see you here. It's been awhile." Marinette felt her heart race, it was incredibly awkward for her, especially because not too long ago she had plans to sleep with him.

"Yeah! I've been playing a few gigs, locally, but I was finally able to make some time for myself. I was thinking about you," The male replied with a grin. "I don't think I ever got a text from you."