"Who are you?" The said man entered the large room. He had long and brushed back blonde hair which seemed pretty kept and clean. His eyes were deep blue and his gaze was threatening. He had a questioning look on his face. He itched his stubble and closed the door behind him. "Good afternoon!" I chirped and smiled. As I got up, i felt my heartbeat quicken. I was too excited and a bit scared. "I will be working for the club from now on. I am your new translator." I smiled and stretched out my arm decorated with my favourite bracelets. He examined my face and let out an angry breath. Annoyed as ever; he shook my hand. ------ A slowburn enemies to lovers footballer x translator fiction. ♡ I'm open to criticism and suggestions but pls remain kind! Have fun reading!!All Rights Reserved
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