Vesta approaches Caos in her usual golden robe covering her F-cup breasts, with fervor in her throat, which was suffocating her words. She took a deep breath, steadying herself.
"We need to talk about what happened last night," she thought, her mind barely above a whisper, laden with urgency and unspoken fears.
In an attempt to reach Caos, she liberated her tension, jumping in frustration where she saw Caos still celebrating the new title with the king of Spain. Her heart raced as she navigated through the crowd, determination fueling her every step.
"This can't wait any longer," she resolved, her eyes locked on Caos, oblivious to the storm brewing just beyond the festivities.
“Your nation thanks you for your worldwide top-notch performance. Not many n do what you usually do on the pitch. Hence, this life will never see a talent like you. Really, I find no words to depict your greatness and chaos. Que Dios os acompane, tio.” says Felipe
“Thanks a bunch, my king. Hail Mary and glory to Jesus Christ. I deeply appreciate your country,” says Caos, chuckling in passion while talking to the king of Spain.
“I would love for you to et my daughter soday. Perhaps, you could have a good creation.” Says Felipe, laughing mischievously.
As they have a banter together, they see an exaggeratedly beautiful Italian girl walking toward them, looking like the sun. Her golden hair shimred in the sunlight, and her vibrant dress flowed gracefully as she approached. Felipe raised an eyebrow, a playful grin spreading across his face as he turned to Caos and whispered, “Looks like our day just got a lot more interesting.”
“Mio cuore, parli con il rei. D'accordo. Piacere di conoscerti. Sono la fidanzata di Caos. Il migliore giocatore di calcio nel mondo.” says Vesta, speaking to King Felipe. Felipe chuckled, intrigued by her confidence and charm.
“Anche . Tu devi essere Vesta. Credo che è la mio ora de partire,” says King Felipe.
Caos and Vesta spend a night together where Caos was just thinking about football and drinking wine. anwhile, Vesta turned blue with fury as she felt like she could not be with Caos anymore. Her heart raced as she considered the implications of their relationship, torn between her feelings and her ambition. Vesta knew she had to confront Caos about his obsession or risk losing herself in the chaos of his world.
That night, sothing felt off about Caos and Vesta. Their relationship was breaking in shambles due to the turmoil of football and passion they had, without an ounce of pure love. Whatever it is they were trying to reach, it seed so far from their reach. An entire ocean could burn their passion, but their love was so unstable that did not hold on to their soul. Hence, they could not even try ever again. This might really have affected him, if not for him he would be a shiny pond in the cosmos.
To be continued..
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