Choices

1

Jack runs the brush through my dark brown hair and I look at him with love through the mirror. "How did I get a guy like you?" I sigh as a wide smile appears upon my face.

"That's not the true question though, is it? The true question is, how did I end up with this gorgeous woman sat in front of me, a woman who is starting her job as the assistant couch of Paris Saint Germain," He wraps his arms around my waist and smothers the right side of my face with tons of kisses. "Oh shit! Is that the time, I've got to go or I'll be late. I love you, Liv." With that he's gone leaving me alone.

I check the time on my apple watch and it is half seven. I don't have to be at the PSG Academy until nine o'clock so I have like another hour and a half, meaning around an hour until I should leave.

After sticking my hair up into a high ponytail, I add a light touch of make up before coating myself in a sweet smelling perfume.

It is now quarter to eight and the training grounds are only a ten minute drive from mine and Jack's flat, fifteen minutes at tops. So I decide to get out my job starter pack. I am supposed to know all the player's names in the first team squad by the time I begin today. I am nervous as hell and am super worried that I am gonna end up messing it all up, badly.

I flick through the player profiles, my greens eyes scan over each name and picture. I come across the one of the French star Kylian Mbappe. My younger brother, Sam, is such a huge fan of Mbappe's and it's one of his dreams is to one day meet him. I want to make that happen, and there might be a chance now that I have got this amazing job at PSG at age twenty.

I know crazy right? Truth is, my dad is a close friend with the manager of the French club, Mauricio Pochettino and well now I have this job thanks to dad. You also might ask why my younger brother hasn't been able to meet Kylian via my dad, well divorce happened between our parents and Sam went to live with mum in England whereas I stayed in Paris with dad.

I give myself on final look in my mirror and decide that I look half decent. I have to say though that I absolutely adore the PSG tracksuits. They are gorgeous and so warm, which is good considering that it is the beginning of November.

I slip on my black trainers and grab my rucksack to put my blue football boots, coat, and phone in. Then I remember that I may need my purse that has my pass inside. I also grab my starter pack, just in case I need it.

As I step outside into the car back to our block of flats, the wind nips at my nose and I jog to my car before I freeze to death. Like I estimated, the car journey only took just over ten minutes and I head into the reception already feeling awkward.

"Arriving early, Olivia, that's good to see." The manager, Mauricio Pochettino, is standing by the main desk and greets me with a warm smile which I quickly return.

"Yeah, I thought that it would be best if I got a good feel of the place." I admit and look around the reception. It's quite a spacious room consisting of the colours blue and black a lot. Baby blue chairs that look super comfy are lined against the wall to my left and the lady sat at the main desk offers me a small smile.

"Well, let's get you started here at PSG," Poch directs me to go through the double doors that are clearly the main entrance to the training academy. I bleep my pass and the two of us go through. "I believe that your father will be popping in today, did you know?"

"I do know now." I laugh nervously. Me and my dad have a rough relationship which I have already hinted towards. The trouble is we are very similar people and often struggle to get along, our family moved to Paris when I was fifteen and Sam was nine. It put a lot of stress upon mum at the time as she didn't exactly like the idea of moving across the sea, the stress caused mum and dad to argue all the time. As you have probably guessed, this ended in a spiteful affair and a messy divorce. It was decided that Sam would live with mum and me with dad. To me it made no sense but I'd rather live with dad over mum and her minted boyfriend.

They have had a baby together now which is around two maybe three years of age, to be honest I ain't even too sure whether it's a half sister or brother. It sounds and looks bad on my behalf but that's the perks of fucked-up families.

"I believe that you haven't seen him for a little while."

"No I haven't, he's been busy with his business and I have been busy sorting out my life and I guess we just haven't had the time to see each other. But a big thank you to him for getting me this job here." I shrug my shoulders and Mauricio nods his head in understanding.

Me and Mr Pochettino have met quite a few times in the past and we always seem to get along quite nicely, let's just say I am lucky that my dad has good friendships with good people. "Okay, in here is your office, it is shared with the head coach, Mr Jacques Wiles. I assume he's in here." He opens the office and a man who looks to be in his late thirties with greying dark brown hair and kind blue eyes is sitting at one of the two desks.

"Good morning, Mr Pochettino, is this our new addition to the PSG team?" Jacques stands up offering a friendly hand for me to shake.

I hesitate before shaking his hand smiling widely. "Hiya, Olivia Adams."

"Jacques Wiles, pleasure to meet you Olivia, I look forward to working with you."

"Likewise, Mr Wiles."

"Please, it's Jacques. Mr Wiles makes me feel old." Jacques laughs and I chuckle already taking a liking to him.

"Okay, I'll leave Miss Olivia with you, Jacques, and I'll see you both during training." Pochettino says goodbye and leaves me with the head coach.

"Right, let's get ourselves outside and get ready for the boys' training," Jacques smiles and he leads me outside to the training grounds. "So today we will be working on their defence skills and after lunch some they will be working on the cardiovascular fitness and endurance."

"Okay." I acknowledge the head coach to show that I am listening. The wind whips around us and I hug myself as the cold hits me.

"It's fine you'll get used to the cold and warm up in a minute. Your official coat will be given to you tomorrow as well, we're sorry that you didn't get it when you should have but there was something wrong with the order, I dunno. Anyway, this training session, the boys will warm up before we split them off into doing different drills that will benefit towards their defence abilities."

"Yep."

"So, I'll show you to where we keep most of the equipment and then we'll set up the drills."

As we go back inside, the warmth is restored within me and I rub my hands together warming up my freezing fingers.

Laughter and shouting causes me to look down the corridor. Two of the PSG team are heading down towards us. It's Kylian Mbappe and Neymar Jr. Kylian screams like a girl jokingly as Neymar pokes his cheek. Jacques rolls his eyes and yanks open one of the cupboards that are built into the left blue-painted wall.

"Boys, take these out onto the first training pitch for me." Jacques hands the two boys a bag of footballs and a stack of cones. My bright green eyes and Kylian's twinkling, dark brown ones meet causing my heart pick up its pace and for it to rapidly thump against my chest.

"Sure." Neymar pats Mbappe's shoulder beckoning him to go with him outside.

I steal a glance over my shoulder at Kylian again and he looks back at me over his own shoulder causing me to quickly go back to helping Jacques with the rest of the equipment.

There is no doubt that Kylian Mbappe is more gorgeous in reality than in a the pictures I have seen from my starter pack.

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Hi peeps,

First chapter of Choices and I hope that you have enjoyed it. For those of you who are new to how I update my stories, I update every Sunday with a chapter to the story.

I'll see you next week for the next chapter,

Daisy xxx