Ma chérie • Kylian Mbappe

12. Happy

„How did it go?", I asked Neymar while sitting down next to him in the canteen.

He immediately started blushing. "It was pretty good. I talked with her about everything and I managed to stay calm, so we made up and try to work on it."

"That's great. I'm happy for you!", I said happily.

"I'm so stubborn sometimes, thank you again Emma", Ney gave me a smile and pulled me into his side.

"Helloo", Kylian stretched out the word sitting down in front of us, "Why thank you? What happened?"

He's literally so nosy, I gave him a look telling him to stop wanting to know everything, but his eyes pierced through Neymar, trying to get an answer out of him.

"Oh nothing important. Emma just helped me out with something", Ney waved it off.

"Oh, did she?", Kylian eyed me up and down.

"Yes, but it doesn't matter. It's literally nothing", I said poking my fork into my food.

"Mhm", he said still not buying it.

As we were finished with eating I put away my stuff and was about to go back to the office, when Kylian came up to me and slid a note into my hand.

"Meet me in 15 minutes in the bathroom"

I looked up, but he was already gone. Is he being serious? Rolling my eyes I walked out of the canteen.

After 15 minutes had passed I quietly sneaked into the bathroom, making sure nobody was there to see me. As I opened the door and stepped in I was already grabbed by my arm and pulled into one of the bathroom stalls.

"What is this Kylian?", I asked him looking at him while he locked the door.

"I wanted to talk to you", he answered.

"And this couldn't have waited until later?", I pulled up an eyebrow.

"No, I mean maybe yes, but then I wouldn't be able to do this right now", he said leaning in for a kiss.

"You're an idiot", I said after we pulled away from each other and I saw his big grin.

"What is this between you and Neymar?", Kylian wanted to know, his hand resting on the wall behind me and his eyes not leaving mine.

"Neymar? That's a joke right?", I said.

"Nope."

Still his gaze was not leaving mine.

"Are you jealous?", I tried provoking him.

"No", he said and I couldn't hold in my laugh seeing his facial expression.

"Yes you are!", I chuckled placing my hand on his cheek.

"Just tell me", he said.

"He just asked me something about Bruna. Like I said, nothing special. It's not that deep, you can breathe", I smiled.

"So you don't find him hot?", his question caught me off guard.

"Stop!", I chuckled more, "This can't be a serious question."

"What? I'm just asking", he innocently held up his hands in front of him.

I pecked his cheek and whispered into his ear: "You don't have to worry. I only care about you."

"Good", he said pulling me close by my hips.

"So that's all you wanted to talk about?", I wanted to know.