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Eleanora checked herself out in the full length mirror that was in her bedroom. She could only wish that María was here to see her.
Eleanora Rose was going out to her first ever night club and she wanted to make sure that she looked good for the occasion.
The model was dressed in an all white two piece. Her top was one shouldered and her trousers hugging her figure in all the right places. She was never one to be cocky or over confident but she had to admit that she looked good.
james 🌹❤️
hey, I'm outside x
nora 🌹❤️
I'll be right out x
Eleanora did wonder why James hadn't come to the door like he usually did but then she remembered how much of a fuss Dolores made of him every time that he came over.
The maid couldn't help it. James was a very attractive man but he made her sweet little Eleanora happy and that was precious to her. It was clear to see that the model had been struggling massively ever since she had been thrown into the spotlight but James was there to help her and guide her and it put a smile on her face.
"Hola," Eleanora smiled as she got into the backseat of the car since Ben Chilwell was in the front.
"Nora, this is Jack." James pointed to the boy who was in the seat behind the driver's.
Eleanora hadn't noticed the brunette boy at first. Her mind was too focused on the night out that she had ahead of her but when she looked up at the brunette boy, she could see him smiling at her so she returned the gesture.
Like all of the footballers that she had met, he was very attractive with his brown hair gelled back and light stubble defining his jawline. Eleanora had only met two footballers previous to Jack so she didn't have a lot to go off.
"Nice to meet you." His deep voice spoke and Eleanora was shocked, his accent being almost too thick for the Mexican girl to understand.
"If you need us to translate, just ask." Ben chuckled as he saw the look that Eleanora gave Jack. The boy sounded incredibly Brummie, he was a stereotype of what anyone would expect the accent to sound like.
The short drive to the club was filled with the three boys singing along to some music that Eleanora had never heard before and she wished to never hear them again.
"Here it is." James smiled as he took Eleanora's smaller hand in his own and lead her to the back of the club where the VIP section was situated.
