Looking down in pure embarrassment, I fiddled with my fingers as the others quietly left the room knowing Kylian and I needed to talk.
"Is it mine?", he said letting fully go of my hand as I frowned, looking at him with disgust.
"Of course it's yours, how dare you even ask me that", I spat quickly becoming annoyed.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean it like that, it's just-..".
"It's just what?", I spat cutting him off. "Just because you can't keep it in your pants doesn't mean I can't".
His eyes went wide. Oops. That slipped out. "What?".
And before I could stop my self, the words were pouring out. "What do you mean 'what'? Did you not just hear what I fucking said! I know Kylian. I know what you did, I know what happened in Vegas".
For some reason, his silence made me more angry. Just looking at his face made me angry. The way his sighed like he was upset I had finally found out was causing my blood to boil. "Oh I'm sorry, how long did you think you think you could keep this from me?! I always find shit out Kylian. Always. I may be a little slow at times Kylian but do not mistake me for a fool, you know what, your face is irritating me, just get out".
"Please don't do t-", he started, his eyes brimming at I scoffed.
"If you dare try and cry your way out of this I will honestly explode, get the fuck out my sight, now", I spat, my face almost red with rage as I gritted my teeth.
Walking back closer to my bed, he put his hands on the rail, a determined look on his face. "Savanna, let me explain-..".
I scoffed."Explain? Explain what? Do not even try and come over here with them fuck boy excuses, just seriously get out my face".
"Savanna, Kylian?", I heard Thomas say as he walked in the room.
As Kylian looked between us, panic set in his face as he looked at me, quite clearly unbothered by Thomas' presence. "Let me explain-".
"Explain what? What's going on?", Thomas said, his eyebrows furrowed as he crossed his arms.
As Kylian opened his mouth to speak, I quickly cut him off, staring deep into his eyes. "Nothing. Kylian was just leaving".
I watched with gritted teeth when he sighed knowing I was not about to give in before harshly turning on his heel and storming away, like a little fucking child. Once he walked past Thomas with his head down, Thomas glaring at him knowing something was not right between us, I sighed running my hands down my face. Well that went well.
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Looks like the cat is out of the bag! At least that's what we think. Romance seems to be dead as rumoured girlfriend of PSG phenomenon, Kylian Mbappé hits the streets of Paris with former boyfriend.
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