The Football Player And His Ballerina

The Gala 1

Kyle POV

We are at the hotel where the Gala is starting.

It was not very easy to get here as the paparazzi made the task difficult, asking for photos and small interviews. We saw other celebrities that we also had to greet and make small talk with.

Liam and Dean, as usual, have been collecting phone numbers. Of course, we didn't go unnoticed by the ladies. Unlike my colleagues, I'm not motivated to hunt a lady today. On another normal day, I would also have collected contacts and probably would have already chosen the lucky one who would spend the night with me. However today, to my surprise and to the surprise of the duo that accompanied me, I'm not looking forward to it.

I left a mental note to go to more ballet-related galas. Indeed, they are full of beautiful and elegant women. Liam and Dean are in a frenzy with so many choices. I just see them smiling and flirting. I smile as I dismiss advances from some ladies here, showing that I'm interested.

I waved to the waiter next to me.

I pull out a glass of champagne, thanking the waiter with a thank you and a smile. I take a sip as I watched Thomas approaching. His hand rests on my shoulder with a smile and tells me that we should head to our table. I nod my head and with a smile, I follow him to the round table with our marked spots. My curiosity leads my eyes to look at the names on it. Thomas Siegried, Olga Siegfried, Carlysle Carter, Kyle Martin, Liam Houston, Dean Gray, Lara Rodriguez, and Roberto Puente.

Carlysle is a bald man in his 60s. It has a chubby figure and a blank face. He exudes an aura of authority to those around him.

After we took our seats and were properly installed, Carlysle, as he asked us o call him, thanked our presence and informed us that the dancers, Lara and Roberto would join us later, as they still had to stretch, dress and head here. . The conversations that follow are on occasion and about our careers and, of course, about the Deior brand and its goals.

The conversation at a certain time starts to bore me to death and I take my cell phone out of my coat pocket. 12 missed calls and some messages. I opened the first message, a number I don't know. The photo I see is of a naked woman, lying on the bed, in a sensual and not very explicit position, if one can say so since it is seen that she is naked. I don't know the number o, and I wonder who she is.

In curiosity, I open a new message from the same number and a new photo appear. This one is much more explicit. I d scroll down to see all images. I feel something moving inside my pants. The woman in the photo is indeed perfect, I think as I gaze with lust.

I wake up from my distraction when I hear a little feminine giggle coming from those around my chair from behind. As I turn my body, startled, to see who's walking past my chair... my lips part slightly, my eyes widen in surprise, and I put the phone down on the table. Lara, she's much prettier than I dreamed. I followed her with my eyes, adjusting myself in the chair. I´m sitting in and watching as she sits next to me, and next to her on the other side, Roberto Puentes who, however, fixes his gauze on mine, laughing. They saw the photo, and I finally realize! I shift awkwardly into my seat, feeling embarrassed when her gorgeous green eyes fix my blue ones and I see a nod of her head to my cell phone, which was on the table with a close-up image of a naked woman sensually showing her breasts. I felt the blush starting on my face. I quickly grabbed the phone and put it back in my pocket. I´m a shameless guy and today, however, I´m not happy with it.

I facepalm myself in my thoughts. How can I be so careless? I don't recognize myself. On any other occasion, I would have laughed at the situation and even congratulated myself. See, this is who I am, a manwhore, a pervert as some call me.

Yet here I am embarrassed, like a 15-year-old boy caught by his mother playing with her little Kyle. And Rob's laughter and knowing look unnerved me. If I could, I would take that ridiculous smile off his face. If I didn't like him before, now even less.

Carlysle introduces the two dancers to the rest, congratulating them on their magnificent performance.

" Lara, you are a true s*x goddess. It was brilliant!" I hear Liam's voice and Thomas' shock "Liam!" he warns his player. " Lara, don't mind him, he's always like that, a prankster!" Thomas justifies Liam's behavior with a small smile, that perfectly shows the embarrassment.

"Playful and today in the role of sleepy beauty" answers Dean, rolling his eyes, "All that was missing was his drooling and snoring". This last statement almost makes me spit out the champagne I had just put in my mouth.

"I was awake, I wasn't sleeping, Liam defends himself.

"Kyle felt your little brainless head on his shoulder. Or do you mean there was another reason for that?" asks Dean raising his eyebrows, teasing his colleague.

"What you want is to embarrass me in front of the goddess. What you want is to take away the competition" he says, raising his arms as if to give up the conversation.

Almost instinctively, everyone present looked at Rob and Lara, who were not embarrassed, but was laughing at the comments, relieving the tension that seemed to be starting to build.

The waiters begin to serve and an awkward silence begins to settle. Olga's voice interrupted the pause that was starting to get uncomfortable, "I enjoyed your performance today. I didn't expect less from you both!".

"Thank you. Finally, the season is over, everything went exceptionally well, we are very happy!", Roberto kindly replies, looking sweetly at his partner.

Small talks emerged. Lara was quiet through dinner, smiling during conversations, but quiet. Roberto, on the other hand, intervened several times and even told some funny stories about the two. When dinner is over, we all get up and after a while, I see the figure of Lara heading out to the balcony, alone. Part of me wants to avoid her, still remembering the photo situation, but the other part wants me to follow. After a long internal struggle with my demons, I decided to go in her direction.

Her slender figure appears in my field of vision, so beautiful... She has her back to me, in a turquoise dress, and her dark brown hair is tied up with some adornments that match her jewelry. Her hands are on the railing on the porch and I can see how her muscles in the back are perfect and slight. I have to thank that for her dress, which exposes almost all of her back. I can't help but admire her shape. I approach and adopt the same posture, beside her.

"It's a beautiful night, isn't it?" I mumble, facepalming myself in my deep thoughts. Serious Kyle? So cliché... this night can´t be worse and it's all my fault... and then those big green and perfect eyes gaze at mine... and I´m in deep shit... I´m out of words...