My Love Journey's
The Football Player

I am someone who has a hard time socializing. Well, I have a tremendous problem when it comes to openness to others, even if I am in a semi-conscious state. All of that is due to my concerns about education, work, the tuition debt that I have to pay, and many other problems. That's why I rarely get in touch with men.

My family's messy background slowly forced me to become a loner, and I was used to doing things on my own.

As Camille and Elise danced on the dance floor full of crowds, Stacey and I sat at our table. My consciousness can be said to have been lost in half considering I've spent a few cocktails over the past two hours.

"Holy cow!" Suddenly Stacey muttered softly, her eyes widened looking at something behind my shoulder after she took a sip of her drink.

"What did you say?" I said I pretended to be offended by putting my fingers in my hair and twisting them.

Stacey looked at me with a mischievous grin in her mouth and placed her glass on the surface of the wooden table. "You owe me a lot, Bitches!" My eyebrows shot up in wonder as Stacey hurriedly grabbed her bag, then sneered at me and without saying anything else she stepped away from me.

I had not yet caught the point of his strange words, Paul Klug, the handsome, sexy footballer pulled up the chair beside me and casually sat there. "It looks like you're bored, Bianka" he said in a slightly loud voice.

My eyebrows shot up while looking at him, the sound of surprised laughter just came out of my mouth, and he seemed to be comforted by my attitude. Paul sat facing me, his hand resting on the top of the seatback. Just like me, he also looks a bit drunk. But we haven't really been drunk, you know.

"That's not a good way to start a conversation, sir." I said hoarsely. "I'm sure you can do better than that."

"Sorry, but I'm not very good at seducing, Ms. Becker's. What if I invite you to my house tonight?" He smiled as I laughed in response to his constant attitude.

I straightened up and turned around a little to face him. "Just because I saved your life once, doesn't mean I can't take your life, Paul."

"Wow," he sighed as he looked at me with a hot and seductive look. "I guess nurses have a certain vow to follow."

"Hm. even if I'm already working as a registered nurse, I won't use that oath. There was another higher vow on top of that." I replied and he nodded. "So, you won't survive so easily if you put me in danger."

Paul raised both hands in surrender, a seductive smile seemed to adorn the corners of his lips. "Absolutely didn't mean to harm you, love... After all, I've been trying to show kindness by buying you and your friends drinks."

"Oh, yeah, by the way, thanks for that. They didn't think you'd do it." I said with a smile, casually leaning my back against the back of the chair and looking down as he looked at me. His gaze is too dangerous.

Paul chuckled while shaking his head. "Of course they didn't think it was, I thought you were the only one who didn't know me here" he joked. "May I buy you another drink?"

To be honest it's not a good idea considering that I've started to mess up, but I don't think there's any harm. It's a great opportunity to chat with a handsome guy, and just like Elise said, Paul has a fun side. Besides, it's been the first weekend I've had in a while, so I want to really enjoy it.

Paul had already walked up to the bartender's desk to order our drinks and returned a short while later. Either because everyone knew him or because of his cool looks, he instantly got his order without making anyone angry about having cut the line.

"Mm, what is this? I like it," I said after sipping a reddish orange cocktail from a straw that was also red.

Paul cleared his throat. "Who doesn't love 'S-e-x on the Beach', love?" he murmured, making me laugh, I don't know how many times tonight. I played a straw as he advanced closer and rested on the handle of my chair. "Especially with me."

I giggled and gently pushed his arm while enjoying the beauty on his face. Paul grinned, obviously proud of his success teasing me. "I love to see you laugh. It's sweet." she told me.

"Wait until I finish a few more glasses, and you'll see more." I replied, slowly smiling. He nodded then took a sip of beer in his hand before calling the bartender to our table.

Again I was flabbergasted when I saw the bartender leave his place as soon as Paul raised his hand, without even looking at him. I awkwardly spent the rest of the cocktail in my glass while Paul told the bartender to keep filling my glass.

I'm not a typical shy girl, but now my ability to say things seems to just disappear. My mind went blank every time I saw Paul. This guy is dangerous. His charm threatened my confidence a little.

"Are you happy?" Paul asked shortly after the bartender stepped in.

"Hm?" I muttered, not hearing what he said clearly. Well, the sound of music echoed throughout the room.

After repeating the question, I answered. "Yes, it's quite fun tonight. You know, college and work, I need a little entertainment from those two activities, even though I'm actually a little tired." Paul listen. "What about you? Did you like your training session so much? Because it looks like you were very disappointed when you got injured yesterday."

Paul put his shoulder to a glance, his eyes down staring at my lips for a while. When our gaze met again, whether intentionally or not she licked her lips in a very seductive way. My whole body suddenly burned.

"Of course I like it. I'm kind of grateful that we got injured and we could meet and talk."

"Yes, right." I smiled happily, then thanked the bartender who had just exchanged my empty glass for a new one.

"But..." Paul continued. "Too much pressure lately, and skipping training is not something that benefits my career. That's why I was so angry yesterday."

"What kind of pressure?" manya curious.

"The next World Cup will be held, love. I'm sure you'll know that." Paul seemed happy to find my knowledge minimal about football.

I laughed softly while shaking my head, then raised my glass and sipped the contents slightly. "I don't really know about sports. Hardly knowing anything, especially about football" I said as Paul smiled amusedly. "But my father was a big fan of the German national team, and he talked about you a lot."

"Oh, huh? Then are you getting interested now?" he asked, looking enthusiastic and I love this conversation.

"Yes God! Hi!" I almost jumped when I heard a voice I recognized exclaiming from behind. I turned to Camille who patted me on the shoulder, she was watching Paul with a big smile until I was sure her mouth would be torn apart in a moment.

"Hi" Paul replied, then sipped his beer.

"Look, I don't know if my friend has said this or not... Paul, you're really handsome." Camille blabbed, and I grimaced. He's very very drunk. "You're the only reason I'm following the news about football. Oh, and Carl Austerlitz too."

"thank you. Carl's also the reason I play football, I think we agree on that" Paul said.

Camille was delighted, thanks to the alcohol that had changed her shyness. "By the way, Bianka, say..." He spoke while facing me until his hot breath swept across my facial skin.

"Yes?"

"I'm going home with Aaron" he said.

I frowned. "I thought your relationship was over again?" mummify slowly. I looked behind Camille and saw Aaron there. His ex-lover. She smiled at me nodding her head, looking relaxed where she stood.

Camille kissed my cheek. "Tomorrow, babe."

"Okay, careful. Let me know if anything happens." I said. Camille nagging.

The reason why Camille and Aaron's relationship is often broken up is due to Camille's difficulty maintaining a long-term relationship. He betrayed Aaron many times, but the foolish Aaron loved him too much and could not forget him. They will always get back together after Camille finishes his game with another man.

"Are you okay, love?" paul's voice pulled my mind back, and I realized he was twisting my hair with his fingers.

"Yes, I'm fine. Thank you." I said with a smile. I observed her graceful movements as she slowly touched my open thigh, making my blood rustle smooth.

"Tell me more about yourself."

I chatted with Paul for the rest of the night and I think he's fun enough to be a relaxing friend.