From Arsenal to the Ball God

That day, the celebration continued until late at night. The players were already quite drunk during the on-field celebration, and later followed Van Persie to the nightclub for more fun.

A group of people swayed their heads while drinking foreign liquor, forgetting everything but the celebration... They talked about everything under the sky, their bond already inseparable, sharing a special friendship.

Ma’el couldn’t remember when he completely passed out, he only remembered that Brother Ta and Rosicky fell asleep first, and he laughed at them with Van Persie for a long time, shoulder to shoulder.

After that, his consciousness slipped into chaos and darkness in an extremely excited state.

"Cough, cough..."

When he regained consciousness, he felt a prickling pain in his throat, his mouth dry, and his body seemed dehydrated.

But aside from that, there was nothing else, much better than the headaches and stomachaches he used to have for a day or two after hangovers in his past life. It was probably thanks to this body’s strong physique and metabolism.

He slowly opened his eyes, seeing the familiar bedroom chandelier and ceiling at home, instantly feeling much more at ease.

Thinking back, he should’ve been taken home by his team members to rest after drinking too much last night.

Ma’el used his left hand to push himself up, trying to get up, but found he touched something soft and raised.

He turned his head suddenly, startling the person lying next to him.

It was Isabella. She woke up groggily, squinting at him, looking a little pale and confused, but still struggled to prop herself up.

"Awake?"

Her voice was soft and light, squeezing out a smile after a yawn, "I was watching you in that bar all along yesterday, didn’t want to disturb you celebrating with your teammates, so I didn’t tell you.

"Later, when you guys were howling and singing karaoke in the private room, I waited outside.

"Until past 2am, I didn’t hear much noise from inside, so I went in and found you sleeping soundly on the sofa, as expected."

With a hint of blame on her face, she pursed her lips and said, "You didn’t let me or anyone else know in advance, did you think you, a big star, would surely have someone taking care of you, not worrying about anyone getting you home?

"Maybe so... But yesterday, you know how crazy everyone was, I saw Wenger and Little Krenke being carried out of the room at the back.

"If I hadn’t watched over you, you might’ve slept there until 3 or 4am, waiting for the pub staff to help contact someone to get you home."

Her tone carried worry, "Too careless, sometimes you need to get used to taking care of yourself."

Ma’el lay on his side watching her, listening to her say all that... It was a very peculiar feeling, seeing someone very familiar suddenly showing a softer side in another way in front of you one day.

He felt something special swell inside him, a smile involuntarily forming at the corners of his mouth, reaching out to hug her with both hands.

Isabella didn’t resist, smiling with a charming face, snuggling back under the covers, even lifting her head to let Ma’el’s arm rest under her neck.

Perhaps from the moment she decided to spend the night here yesterday, she was ready for a closer relationship with Ma’el.

She had said a long time ago, once they’re not busy, she’d come to stay with him, to start a wonderful cohabitation life.

Ma’el wrapped both arms around Isabella, tightening his right hand around her slender waist, a sense of security and satisfaction rising in his heart, his heartbeat quickening... Just hugging her felt great.

"Hehe..." Isabella laughed while leaning against his chest, their bodies completely pressed together, feeling each other.

"I want to live here."

After a while, Isabella gazed flirtatiously at Ma’el, raising her head and asking, "Do you agree? Our superstar athlete?"

"Don’t call me that." Ma’el chuckled, nodding, "Sure, as long as you’re willing, how could I refuse?"

"Heehee." Isabella lifted her chin, pondering, "Then I should get some furniture, after all, if I’m living here, I want to stay longer."

Ma’el raised an eyebrow, puzzled, "What do you mean... Are you afraid I’d ask you to leave?"

"Yeah."

Isabella pressed her forehead against his gently, "You have everything you want now, who knows if you’ll lose interest in me or show interest in someone else?

"Of course, while being worried, I still trust you."

Ma’el let out a light laugh, leaning in for a wet kiss. When he felt Isabella was still tired, he closed his eyes, holding her as they both drifted back to sleep.

"Buzz, buzz..."

"Buzz, buzz..."

The phone occasionally vibrated, but he ignored it, simply turning the volume button to mute it.

With the season just ended, physically and mentally exhausted... he wasn’t going to bother with any outside news or reports. He just wanted a few peaceful days to relax and unwind.

The two just slept snuggled together until past 2pm, only then getting up from bed.

While Ma’el sat at the edge of the bed getting dressed, Isabella knelt playfully behind him, wrapping her delicate hands around his neck and slowly sliding them down.

Their breathing grew heavy, the atmosphere becoming increasingly intimate.

"Mmm...!"

His body shuddered slightly, turning to see Isabella teasingly slipping away, laughing delightedly, "Haha...!"

He certainly wasn’t a reserved person either, rolling back onto the bed, pulling her into his arms, his hands becoming restless.

Isabella’s face instantly turned crimson, closing her eyes and lifting her head for a kiss, "From now on, I’m yours. You’re the first man I’ve ever loved, the first one I wanted to give myself to."