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Matchweek Five: Everton vs. Liverpool

**A little cunnilingus? And of course, more smutt ;)**

[Ice-cream by BlackPink ft Selena Gomez]

Chapter Five

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I HOLD THE SLEEK BLACK CONTROLLER in my hand, keeping my eyes strained on the flat screen TV in front of me. Marcel was so insistent on coming over to play 'CoD,' that I couldn't refuse. He actually showed up at my door with a meat lovers pizza and a case of beer—that he ended up drinking. I can't over do it since I have training tomorrow and we are in the middle of the season, but one wouldn't hurt.

"Why can't I win?" Marcel sighed, falling back defeatedly on the sofa.

"I told you I would serve your arse to you in a platter." I tell him matter of factly.

"So you're feeling better now?"

"Much." I say, nodding in agreement.

"Be honest with me; I know how much you dislike therapy so what changed?"

"I thought I'd give it a try."

I obviously can't tell him that I am actually sleeping with my therapist. I trust Marcel, but it wouldn't be fair to Samara. She doesn't deserve any unwanted attention if the media even gets a whiff of this. She's nice and she's doing me a favour by sleeping with me. The least I can do is keep her name out of the media, unless its something good.

"Bullshit!" He exclaims. "I know you better than you think."

"Another round?" I ask changing the subject.

"Uhm, obviously. I have to beat you atleast once." He tells me, shooting me a fake glare.

It seems to have worked, because he has forgotten all about the therapy discussion. I start the next round and this time I let him win. He celebrates his small victory even though he knows I let him win on purpose. But the huge grin and excitement on his face is worth losing one measly round.

"You think you're going to be cleared for the game on Monday?" He asks me as she gathers the pizza box and empty beer bottles.

"Hopefully. I've made progress in therapy so the Football Association should clear me, and my nose is healing perfectly fine."

He stops what he is doing and looks at me with something between a smirk and a smile playing on his lips.

"You better introduce me to this therapist of yours, because she sounds like an amazing woman from what you've described."

And she is.

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The next day, training goes by as usual. I warm-up and then we practice set pieces for the game on Monday. So far I've been showing some promising skills and I'm inching closer and closer to being in the starting XI for Monday's game. Alex and Roberto joke around alot and they are trying to find out who it is that I'm monogamously casually sleeping with.

After training, Roberto offers up going to a nearby restaurant for dinner, but I kindly decline because I have other plans. I haven't spoken to Samara and I want to atleast know that she is okay. She seemed a little worried about something the last time and I want to ease her worries, maybe with my tongue this time.

I walk into her building this time, not greeted by the lady at the front. Her desk looks rather abandoned. For a moment I think that maybe no one is in, but I can see the light upstairs on and the door is unlocked. I practically run up the stairs to Samara's office and find the door already wide open. Inside, she's sitting at her desk with a tired expression and these these cute black glasses on, while typing something on her phone.