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Yuki revealing that he's had several Michelin chefs reach out to him regarding opening a restaurant but that he doesn't want to make it a high-end place because he wants young people to be able to go.

Working class F1 driver, man for the people

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Aaah it's the end😭😭😭.

I love that they finally stood up to her father 👏🏾👏🏾. And I swear Zuri is one more horizontal tango away from getting knocked up🤞🏾.

This series has been absolutely amazing, honestly made me fall in love with Tchouameni. @emjayewrites, you're a genius and an absolute legend with words💖💖.

fouled by fate • aurelien tchouameni (10/10)

SYNOPSIS: Aurélien Tchouaméni, one of football’s rising stars, is used to navigating the pressures of the pitch—but nothing could prepare him for an arranged marriage. With his family’s legacy and cultural traditions at stake, Aurélien reluctantly agrees to marry a woman he barely knows. But as they’re thrust into the public eye, sparks fly in unexpected ways. The two must navigate the complexities of love, duty, and fame, all while figuring out if they’re playing on the same team—or if their hearts are destined for different paths.

PAIRINGS: Aurélien Tchouaméni x Zuri Awanto Nchang (faceclaim Samira Ahmed @/iamsamiira)

WARNINGS: cursing, football b.s., dry humor/wit, slight arguing, friends to lovers, instant attraction, angst, eventual smut (18+/minors dni)

TAGLIST: @trenterprise @f1-football-fiend @lettersofgold @hopefulromantic1 @deonn-jaelle @perfecttrashface @2serenity0 @muglermami @sucredreamer @julescpu @azzurvertz @greyishbach @shelovesfootie @certifiedlesbianbaddie @trinitoldyouso @bbgkoo @lottins-only @pepfectionary @peyiswriting @rosiesdior @yeea-nah @kj77 @imjustheretomanifest @judesvirtual

A/N: Next is the epilogue! Can you believe that this series is over?!!! I love writing about Aurelien and ZuZu, especially ZuZu because I struggle with my own issues with my father. Thank you so much for the love, support, and reblogs/comments. This chapter is fairly long and wraps up some loose ends (around 10K).

The fluorescent lights in the lawyer’s office buzzed quietly, a dull background noise that did nothing to calm Zuri’s frazzled nerves. She sat beside Aurélien, her hand resting in his as they listened to the lawyer explain the options. Words like restraining order and legal protection felt surreal, as if they belonged in someone else’s story, not hers. Filing something so drastic against her own father sounded insane. Yet, given everything he had done—from pushing her into an unwanted arranged marriage to weaponizing the police for a wellness check—it was beginning to feel necessary.

Zuri twisted her pendant necklace absentmindedly, her thoughts a tangled web of what-ifs. She glanced at Aurélien, whose jaw was set in a hard line. Even with his calm exterior, she could see the tension in his shoulders. He was angry, protective, and fiercely committed to shielding her from harm. It was a stark contrast to how they’d started—two strangers thrown together, expected to play house because of family politics.

But now? Now she couldn’t imagine a life without him.

Her stomach twisted as the lawyer outlined the legal proceedings they could take. Aurélien’s father had been speaking with the elders, trying to persuade them to end the arrangement entirely. The idea of the engagement being dissolved should have brought her relief, but instead, it filled her with dread. She didn’t want to be forced into anything, but being with Aurélien was no longer an obligation. It was a choice she made every day. The thought of their bond being broken felt like a knife twisting in her heart.

Aurélien squeezed her hand, pulling her back into the present. "We’ll figure this out," he said softly, his voice a comforting anchor in the chaos. She nodded, trying to believe him, even as anxiety gnawed at the edges of her resolve.

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That weekend, Real Madrid faced off against Atlético in a match that left fans on edge. Normally, Zuri would be there, cheering for Aurélien from the stands, but today she stayed home. She couldn’t bring herself to face the crowd, the cameras, or the stress of pretending that everything was fine when her world felt like it was teetering on the edge of collapse.

Instead, she curled up on the sofa, tears slipping down her cheeks. The house felt empty without him, the silence amplifying the echo of her doubts. What if the elders did end their engagement? Would she be sent back to New York, forced to return to the life she’d left behind? And what would become of her and Aurélien? They hadn’t even discussed what it would mean for their future.

The front door clicked open, and she quickly wiped her tears away, but Aurélien noticed anyway. He dropped his bag and crossed the room in seconds, pulling her into his arms. "Mon cœur, what’s wrong?" he asked, his voice laced with worry. The match had ended in a frustrating draw, but the game felt insignificant compared to the sight of Zuri crying.

She leaned into him, her fingers clutching his shirt. "I’m scared," she admitted, her voice barely a whisper. "What if the elders break off our engagement? What happens then? Do I go back home? Do we just… end?"

Aurélien cupped her face in his hands, his eyes locking onto hers. "No," he said firmly. "You’re not leaving, Zuri. I don’t care what the elders decide. I love you, and I would never ask you to move out. This is your home too."

Tears welled up again, but this time they weren’t from fear. "But what if… what if we don’t survive this? What if it’s too much?"

He shook his head, his gaze unwavering. "We’re not breaking up. Do you hear me?" His voice softened, but the conviction remained. "You’re mine, and I’m yours. We’ll work through this, no matter what."

Zuri’s heart ached with the love she felt for him, even as uncertainty loomed over them like a dark cloud. She pressed her forehead against his, drawing strength from his determination. "I love you," she whispered.

"I love you too," he replied, kissing her as if he could kiss away all her worries.

The kiss deepened, heat spreading between them as Zuri moaned softly into Aurélien’s mouth. Her hands moved up to tangle in his hair, tugging gently, and he groaned, his grip on her waist tightening. As the kiss grew more urgent, Zuri’s fingers slid down to the hem of his shirt, slipping underneath to feel the hard planes of his stomach. Aurélien pulled back slightly, his breath ragged, and stared at her with darkened eyes.

"You're too emotional right now, chérie," he murmured, his voice a husky warning.

Zuri looked at him, her pupils dilated with need. "But Aurélien—"

He shook his head. "No. I don’t want you to feel like you have to do this."

Her lips parted, a frustrated sigh escaping. "I want this, Aurélien. I want you… please… I need you right now." Her voice wavered with desperation, and they found themselves in a stalemate, gazing at each other, the air between them crackling.

Aurélien let out an exasperated groan, his resolve slipping. He crushed his mouth against hers, one arm wrapping around her waist to lower her onto the rug. He paused just long enough to ask, "Where’s Zeus?"

"In his crate," Zuri answered, her voice breaking into a breathy moan as Aurélien pressed kisses along the column of her neck, his lips and tongue worshipping her sensitive skin.

"Good girl," he praised, his voice a deep rumble. His hands slid under her tank top, lifting it up and over her head to reveal her pierced nipples. His eyes darkened with desire. "I love these piercings so fuckin’ much," he murmured before capturing one of her hardened buds in his mouth. Zuri arched her back, her moans growing louder as he teased her breasts, his tongue swirling around the metal and his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh.

Aurélien lingered there, sucking and nibbling until she was trembling beneath him, then he sat back on his haunches to yank off his t-shirt. Zuri, her body alight with anticipation, wasted no time pulling down her shorts and panties in one swift motion. Her eyes traced the muscles of his chest as he removed his basketball shorts and boxers, his erection springing free.

He leaned forward, his fingers slipping between her thighs, teasing her slick folds. Zuri let out a cry, her hips bucking as he rubbed her clit in slow, torturous circles. She was panting, breathless, her body begging for more. Aurélien smirked, withdrawing his fingers and bringing them to his mouth, tasting her.

Zuri reached out to grab his arm as he began to stand. "Where are you going?" she asked, her voice almost a whine.

"To get a condom," he said.

"No." Her hand tightened on his arm.

"No?" he echoed, one eyebrow arched in confusion.

"It’s fine, Aurélien," she insisted, her voice husky with desire.

His expression grew serious. "ZuZu, we’ve been playing around too much to—"

"Please…" She looked up at him with wide, pleading eyes, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. "Just pull out."

Aurélien scoffed, mildly irritated. "I can barely pull out, Zu."

"Then don’t," she whispered, her voice sultry and tempting. "We can get a Plan B tomorrow."

He sucked his teeth, clearly conflicted, but the way she was looking at him made it hard to say no. He let out a long breath, finally relenting. "You’re risking it," he muttered, though his body betrayed his mind.

Zuri smiled, tugging him back down on top of her. "Please," she whispered again, her voice a soft, irresistible plea.

Aurélien shook his head but didn’t refuse. Instead, he grabbed one of her legs, wrapping it around his waist as he positioned himself. With a slow thrust, he slid inside her, and Zuri’s moan filled the room. He stilled for a moment, savoring the sensation of being buried so deeply in her warmth, then began to move, each stroke more forceful than the last.

They moved together, their bodies in perfect sync, Zuri’s nails raking down his back as he drove her to the brink of pleasure. "Merde," Aurélien grunted, the heat coiling low in his stomach as he fought to hold back. But Zuri’s whispered pleas and the way she clenched around him made it impossible to resist.

His thrusts grew erratic, his breath heavy in her ear. Zuri’s cries echoed in the room as she shattered around him, her body shuddering with pleasure. Aurélien followed moments later, his release crashing over him as he spilled inside her, a hoarse “Fuck,” escaping his lips.

They stayed tangled together on the rug, their bodies slick with sweat, chests heaving as they came down from the high. Aurélien pressed his forehead against hers, his hands cradling her face. "I love you so much," he murmured, the words a raw confession.

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Their moment of solace was shattered a day later when the news broke. A sleazy tabloid published an article about the police visiting Aurélien’s home. The headline screamed accusations, twisting the narrative to make him look like a potential abuser. It was a deliberate leak, and they both knew who was behind it.

Aurélien was furious, his hands clenching into fists as he paced the living room. "This could ruin me," he muttered, his voice tight with rage. "My reputation, my career… all because of your father."

Zuri’s heart ached with guilt and helplessness. "I’m so sorry," she whispered, feeling the weight of everything pressing down on them.

He stopped and pulled her into his arms, his touch fierce but loving. "This isn’t your fault," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "We’ll fix this."

Luckily, Real Madrid’s PR team acted swiftly, putting out a statement that dismissed the rumors as baseless and emphasizing Aurélien’s clean record. They worked to discredit the tabloid, and within hours, the story was contained. But the damage had been done, and the anxiety lingered.

"We need to settle this," Aurélien said, his voice low and determined. "In New York."

Zuri nodded, her heart pounding. The idea of confronting her father on his home turf was terrifying, but she knew it was inevitable. They couldn’t keep living under his shadow, waiting for the next blow to fall.

"I’ll do whatever it takes," she said, her voice steady. "I just want us to be free."

Aurélien wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. "We will be," he promised, pressing a kiss to her hair. "No matter what it takes."

Time passed in a blur of stress and determination. Real Madrid’s loss to LOSC was a bitter pill to swallow, leaving Aurélien and his teammates deflated. Their subsequent win against Villarreal lifted spirits somewhat, but for Aurélien, nothing could fully shift his focus from the personal battle he and Zuri were waging. With the next few days off, he was determined to resolve things once and for all.

The situation had only intensified when the tabloid article sparked a wave of hateful comments online. Trolls attacked Aurélien, accusing him of being a disappointment both on and off the pitch. "He sucks on the field, and clearly sucks as a person too," one cruel comment read. Another mocked Zuri, calling her a "gold-digger" and blaming her for his supposed downfall. Both of them issued statements on Instagram, Zuri declaring, "The truth will always prevail," while Aurélien reassured his followers, “I’m grateful for those who support me. Don’t believe everything you read.”

For every hateful remark, there were words of love and encouragement. Friends like Cama and Jude publicly defended him, and his family members flooded his DMs with reassurances. Zuri’s fans offered heartfelt support, reminding her that she was resilient and loved. The kindness helped soften the sting, but the wound of the smear campaign remained.

Preparing for their trip to New York felt both like gearing up for battle and heading into an unknown abyss. Aurélien handed Zeus over to Hugo, who had promised to take good care of the dog while they were gone. As they drove to the airport, Aurélien looked out at the fading Madrid skyline and wished, for a moment, that they were traveling to New York under happier circumstances.

"Fall’s my favorite season," he murmured, glancing at Zuri as she looked out the window. The thought twisted his heart, the usual joy he felt seeing the autumn leaves in Central Park or catching a Giants or Knicks game was replaced with dread.

Zuri reached over and took his hand. "Maybe next time," she whispered, trying to give him a small smile, but he could see the anxiety shadowing her expression.

The airport was a blur of security checks and baggage drops. They boarded their flight, and Zuri leaned into Aurélien’s shoulder, her nerves finally calming as the plane lifted into the sky. He traced soothing circles on the back of her hand, trying to project the confidence he only half felt. They napped fitfully, sharing whispered words and squeezing each other’s hands during moments of turbulence. The hours dragged on, heavy with anticipation.

LaGuardia greeted them with the usual chaos. As they exited the terminal, Malik waited near the baggage claim, his expression tense. "I can’t believe it’s come to this," he said, pulling his sister into a hug. His fury toward their father was palpable. "We need to end this, once and for all."

Malik drove them through the familiar streets of Brooklyn, eventually pulling up to their hotel. "I’ll be there tomorrow," he promised. "After church. And hey…" His expression brightened with a hint of excitement. "I have some good news. I’m finally proposing to Brynn."

Zuri’s face lit up, a burst of genuine happiness piercing the cloud of their worries. "Malik, oh my God! It’s about time!" she exclaimed, hugging her brother. Malik grinned, the love between siblings a comforting reminder of simpler times.

"You better be there for the engagement party," Malik teased, though there was real hope in his voice. He left them in front of the hotel, and Aurélien gathered their luggage as they headed up to their room, his arm slung protectively around Zuri’s shoulders.

"Tomorrow," she whispered, her fingers lacing through his. "We deal with everything tomorrow."

Aurélien nodded, his jaw set with determination. "Together," he affirmed, guiding her into their room. The world might have felt heavy around them, but for now, they found solace in each other’s presence, ready for whatever came next.

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The morning sun filtered softly through the hotel curtains, casting golden patches on the sheets. Aurélien opened his eyes to find Zuri curled into his side, her steady breathing a momentary reprieve from the storm that awaited them. He brushed a gentle kiss across her temple, and she stirred, blinking up at him.

"Morning," she whispered, her voice hoarse with sleep.

He managed a small smile, though his chest was tight with anticipation. "Morning, mon cœur."

They shared a quiet breakfast, the clatter of utensils against porcelain too loud in the otherwise hushed hotel suite. The conversation was light, almost forced, as they both tried to keep their minds from what lay ahead. Aurélien fiddled with his phone, glancing at messages from friends and teammates who had checked in, offering support without prying.

Zuri put down her fork, her fingers trembling slightly. "We should get going."

He nodded, swallowing down his nerves, and followed her out of the room. The car ride was filled with a heavy silence, each of them lost in thought. The neighborhood they pulled into felt both familiar and foreign. It was the one Zuri had grown up in, a small community in Brooklyn that housed many African immigrant families. Children played on the sidewalks, their laughter a stark contrast to the tension mounting in Aurélien’s chest.

"That’s his car," Zuri pointed out, her voice tight as she gestured toward the driveway of her parents’ modest home. Her father’s navy sedan was parked haphazardly, a testament to his usual disregard for anyone but himself. Aurélien’s gaze shifted down the street, where Malik’s Prius sat a few houses away.

"Malik's here too," Aurélien murmured, his voice grave.

Hand in hand, they approached the front door, but even from the porch, raised voices were unmistakable. The deep, rumbling timbre of Malik’s anger was met with their father’s harsh retorts. Zuri paused, her heart in her throat. "They’re already at it," she said, trying to steel herself.

She knocked, first gently, then harder when there was no response. After what felt like an eternity, the door creaked open, revealing Zuri’s mother. The woman’s face was drawn, her eyes red and puffy from crying. "My angel," she whispered, her voice cracking as she pulled Zuri into a fierce hug, kissing both her cheeks.

"Hi, Mama," Zuri managed, though she felt her own tears threatening. Her mother clung to her, looking her over with a mixture of relief and worry. "What are you doing?" she asked, her voice wavering as she noticed the way her mother’s hands skimmed her arms and shoulders, searching for something.

"I have to make sure you’re not hurt," her mother replied, glancing over at Aurélien. The hurt in her eyes cut deep, but Aurélien stepped forward, his jaw set.

"Je ne ferais jamais de mal à Zuri, (I would never hurt Zuri.)" he said, his voice low and determined. The words felt inadequate – how could he explain that hurting Zuri would be like tearing out his own heart?

Her mother’s eyes widened slightly, and she finally stepped aside. "Come in," she murmured.

The living room was tense with energy. Malik stood with his fists clenched at his sides, his face flushed with anger. Zuri’s father, Ernest, glared at him, his jaw working furiously. The argument screeched to a halt when Ernest noticed Zuri and Aurélien entering.

"What is this?" Ernest demanded, his eyes narrowing. "A setup?"

Aurélien stepped forward, his eyes darkening. "Maybe it is," he said, his voice cold. "You deserve more than just a punch to the face for everything you’ve done." Zuri’s mother gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. The threat was palpable, and Aurélien’s usual calm demeanor was nowhere to be seen. "Vous essayez de ruiner ma carrière avec vos mensonges, et vous ne recevrez pas cette voiture. Laissez Zuri tranquille, ou nous prendrons une ordonnance restrictive." (You’re trying to ruin my career with your lies, and you’re not getting that car. Leave Zuri alone, or we’ll get a restraining order.)

Zuri stood there, barely keeping up with the French exchange, but she could sense the raw anger emanating from Aurélien.

Her father turned to her, his face twisted with disbelief. "A restraining order? Against your own father?" he spat, his voice dripping with disdain.

"Yes," Zuri said, her voice steadier than she felt. "This is ridiculous, and you know it. You’ve gone too far." She turned to her mother, pain flashing in her eyes. "And you, Mama. You just… stand by and let him do this?"

Her mother looked stricken, but before she could answer, Ernest barked a harsh laugh. "You dare speak to me like this?!" he demanded. "You’re an ungrateful daughter, abandoning your family when we need you the most."

Zuri’s eyes hardened, her voice breaking only slightly. "The only one ruining this family is you, Papa. You’re acting like a spoiled child."

Ernest’s face enraged, and he took a step forward, but Aurélien and Zuri’s mother both stepped in front of him. Aurélien’s fists clenched at his sides, and he took a protective stance. Ernest clicked his tongue in annoyance, glaring at his daughter. "You’re supposed to take care of your family," he sneered. "You owe us."

Malik stepped forward, his own anger flaring. "No, Papa. You’re the one in the wrong. We’ve already notified the elders about what you’ve been doing, and they’re ashamed of you. Trying to ruin your daughter’s marriage out of greed? It’s disgusting."

The words hit their father like a punch, but he continued to argue, refusing to see reason. Aurélien had had enough. He stepped closer, his voice dangerously calm. "Je vais déposer une lettre de cessation et d'abstention contre vous, et nous allons vous poursuivre en diffamation." (I’m filing a cease and desist letter against you, and we will be suing for defamation.)

Zuri’s mother’s face crumpled, and she fell to her knees, grabbing Aurélien’s hand. "S'il vous plaît, ne faites pas ça," she begged. (Please, don’t do that.) "Ernest va s'excuser." (Ernest will apologize.) She turned to her husband, desperation in her eyes. "Ernest! Excuse-toi maintenant!" (Ernest! Apologize now!)

Ernest’s mouth set into a stubborn line, his arms crossed over his chest. He refused to look at anyone. "Ernest!" Zuri’s mother screamed, but he only shook his head in defiance.

Zuri’s heart ached but she remained resolute. "Fine. We’ll get that restraining order. I’m done letting you mess up my life."

Malik sighed, his shoulders slumping. "Don’t speak to me ever again, Papa," he said, his voice low but steady. He turned to his mother, his heart breaking for her. "Mama, when you’re ready to leave him, I’ll be there for you. But that’s it."

With that, Malik, Zuri, and Aurélien walked out, the door closing behind them with a finality that felt like the end of an era. Malik lingered outside, speaking quietly with his sister and Aurélien. "I’ll check in tomorrow," he promised. "Just… stay safe."

Aurélien nodded, and Malik gave them both a hug before getting into his car and driving away. As Zuri and Aurélien moved to their rental, Zuri’s mother came rushing out, calling her name.

Zuri turned, tears streaming down her face as her mother wrapped her in a fierce embrace. "I’m so sorry," she whispered, her voice breaking. "I should have believed you. Are you… are you really happy in Madrid?"

Zuri’s tears fell harder, but she managed a smile. "I love it there, Mama. I love him."

Her mother turned to Aurélien, her expression softening. "Thank you for loving her," she said quietly. "And for taking care of her."

Aurélien nodded, his own voice thick. "I love her more than anything."

Zuri hugged her mother one last time, the weight of everything crashing down around them. It was time to leave, time to protect their future. As they pulled away, tears streaming down both their faces, they knew things would never be the same.

But for now, they had each other—and that was enough.

one week later...

The celebratory energy buzzed through the streets of Budapest, where Les Bleus had secured a commanding 4-1 victory against Israel. The sky was painted in a gradient of orange and purple hues as Zuri walked alongside Aurélien toward a chic riverside restaurant. She adjusted her black satin blouse, the soft fabric brushing against her skin, while Aurélien's hand lingered protectively on the small of her back. His proud captain's armband from the game was now tucked in his pocket, but he radiated the honor of leading his team to a victorious match.

Inside the cozy, modern restaurant, Aurélien's family had gathered, beaming with pride. Anne-Maïsha and Yannis, Aurélien's younger siblings, chatted animatedly, while Josette and Fernand Tchouaméni exchanged loving smiles. Zuri could feel the warm familial atmosphere enveloping her, though a hint of apprehension still lingered in her chest. The matter of her father and the arrangement wasn’t quite behind them, and she knew tonight's dinner conversation would inevitably circle back to it.

As they took their seats, conversation naturally flowed in French. Zuri listened intently, trying to catch as many words as she could. Thanks to her new tutor, her comprehension had improved, and the cadence of the language no longer felt entirely foreign. She leaned in, picking up bits of jokes from Yannis and Anne-Maïsha, and smiled.

Anne-Maïsha, who's twenty, glanced at Zuri. "Tu comprends ce qu'on dit, Zuri?" (Do you understand what we're saying, Zuri?)

Zuri laughed lightly, her fingers playing with the gold bracelet on her wrist. "Un peu," she replied, causing Anne-Maïsha to let out a chuckle.

Aurélien grinned and placed his hand over Zuri's. "Alright, let's switch to English so my fiancée can join in properly," he announced. The table complied, albeit with some groaning from Yannis.

Josette looked radiant, her eyes full of maternal pride. "Aurélien, you were incredible on the pitch today. We couldn't be prouder," she said, her gaze warm. Fernand nodded in agreement.

"Thank you, Mama, Papa," Aurélien responded, humility in his smile. "It felt good to lead the team."

Zuri observed the exchange, feeling a pang of longing. How different it was from the strained relationships within her own family. But she pushed those thoughts away as Josette turned to her.

"And how have things been for you, Zuri?" Josette asked. "We know you've both been dealing with so much."

Zuri met Aurélien's eyes, the silent support in his gaze giving her courage. "It's been… complicated," she admitted, choosing her words carefully. "The elders back in Cameroon are very upset with my father. They've left the decision to us about whether to continue the arrangement or end it, but they do support Aurélien and me staying together."

Fernand’s brow furrowed. "I’m surprised they’re still encouraging the arrangement. Ernest has done a lot to undermine this, even if it was born out of his greed."

Aurélien sat up straighter, his expression unwavering. "Papa, I understand your surprise. But Zuri and I have agreed that we want to continue this, on our terms. It’s no longer about family duty or arrangements. We’re choosing this for ourselves."

Fernand’s eyes widened slightly. "You wish to stay together, despite everything?"

Aurélien nodded, and his grip on Zuri’s hand tightened ever so slightly. "Yes. We’re building something real and worth fighting for."

Josette’s face softened, a bright smile spreading across her lips. "That makes me so happy," she said. She reached for Zuri's free hand. "I always hoped you'd find happiness together. Love that comes from choice is the strongest bond of all."

Anne-Maïsha's eyes sparkled with delight. "Yay! I'm getting a sister," she said, clapping her hands. "Can we go shopping tomorrow, Zuri?"

Zuri giggled, feeling lighter. "I'd love that, Anne-Maïsha," she said.

Aurélien leaned over to Zuri, brushing a tender kiss against her lips. The world seemed to blur around them, and for a moment, it was just the two of them, a silent promise of the future they were carving together.

"Gross!" Yannis said, scrunching his nose. "Can you not do that in front of your little brother?"

Laughter erupted around the table, and Zuri's heart felt full. Whatever trials lay behind them, and whatever challenges awaited, this moment—surrounded by love, laughter, and the unwavering bond she shared with Aurélien—was hers to hold onto.

TO BE CONTINUED.....EPILOGUE COMING SOON!

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and with your help it can rack up 700k notes on tumblr in 2024

no tumblr this doesnt need tags im releasing it into the wild as god intended

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also can't stop thinking about his use of the phrase 'shelf life' like lewis is some commodified product he could sell, put a price on and dispose off when no longer needed like...it is disrespectful if not downright cruel to refer to someone like that let alone your own fucking driver who is still driving your fuck ass tractor showing up and not saying one bad word against you

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Whose Lewis going to talk to now that Valtteri is leaving 😢

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white women are always like “more strong kickass female leads!” and when i say i want to see a black female love interest who is allowed to be girly and fall in love they give me weird looks and say that i’m supporting gender stereotypes and heteronormativity but what a lot of white women don’t get is that black women we’ve had hundreds of years of having our femininity ripped from us, of being deemed unworthy of male (especially non-black male) attention. black women in media are never allowed to be the “cute” ones or the love interest, we’ve always been the “strong kickass street smart woman” trope that white women want so badly. so basically if a black girl says she wants to see another black girl fulfill the role of “love interest” there’s absolutely nothing wrong with that and it isn’t a hindrance to feminism

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Everyone has a multi-year contract but Yuki. Which makes him the most vulnerable for losing his seat. Which isn't even his fault, he was negotiating with other teams but RedBull locked him down despite knowing he was never in contention for the main team. They're still setting Lawson up to replace Checo. It's all very bleak and I feel so bad for him. He's gonna need a miracle if he wants to be on the grid in the distant future

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Toto Wolff doesn't give Lewis the 2+1 contract deal. Toto also doesn't give Lewis the brand ambassadorship. Toto also doesn't listen to Lewis for three years about the car being fucked.

Lewis *goes to Ferrari*

Toto Wolff:

"I couldn't understand why he'd change to another team. . ."

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The final GPDA meeting was held in that helmet

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What's the pyjama situation at the GPDA strike sleepover?

George: Has an intense mental battle between full button up collared pyjamas to Remain Professional as the union rep, and his inherent need to be shirtless... He goes with the full collared get-up in the end but unbuttons the top by the end of the night. He does wear socks to bed.

Lewis: Silk pyjamas, obviously, could be worn as a full outfit and would be the most fashionable outfit on media day, easily. He has an eye mask and earplugs and WILL be using them.

Lando: Giant hoody, the pink one, hood up, sleeves over hands. Skinny joggers.

Oscar: Shorts, obviously. He was actually planning on going shirtless but gets self-conscious when most people aren't so overheats in a T-shirt all night.

Valtteri: Has been specifically told he can't sleep naked and he's not happy about it. Wears a onesie.

Zhou: All black, stylishly cut matching pyjamas. Cat socks.

Pierre and Esteban: Show up with matching pyjamas. They did NOT plan this.

Yuki: Is a bit miffed because he WOULD have worn matching pyjamas with Pierre. Sleeveless tank and boxers.

Liam: Lightning McQueen character pyjamas.

Max: He will be sleeping in a Red Bull polo and jeans because he is technically At Work.

Checo: Is inundated with pyjama sponsorships but instead wears a meme t-shirt about himself.

Alex: Wow what a coincidence he JUST launched Albon pets pyjamas!

Franco: He WILL be sleeping shirtless and he WILL be stretching and flexing. Will try to get the mattress next to Lewis.

Charles: Wears tailored pyjamas with bottoms that are really baggy but also cinch in his waist. He still has to wear all his sponsor bracelets.

Carlos: Has a nose peg for snoring. Sleeps in only boxers despite the fact that they were told to be decent. You know he's kicking the covers off in his sleep.

Nico and Kmag: On purpose coordinate to wear matching white-tshirt-grey-sweatpants. Will be going to sleep asap.

Fernando: Wears a robe that's tied justttt tight enough that it's never actually indecent but it's threatening to open all night. Velvet slippers.

Lance: Wants to match with Fernando but only has a cozy flannel robe which he keeps fully tied at all times. Bunny slippers.

[perfecttrashface]

Ngl the faith Zuri has in him makes me soo happy 🤭🤭. Like sje knows that he'd never do her dirty, he truly loves her.

As for her dad I still want to run him over 😒. Cause wtf do you think you're doing calling the police, in a European country, on a young black man????? And accusing him of abuse???

fouled by fate • aurelien tchouameni (9/10)

SYNOPSIS: Aurélien Tchouaméni, one of football’s rising stars, is used to navigating the pressures of the pitch—but nothing could prepare him for an arranged marriage. With his family’s legacy and cultural traditions at stake, Aurélien reluctantly agrees to marry a woman he barely knows. But as they’re thrust into the public eye, sparks fly in unexpected ways. The two must navigate the complexities of love, duty, and fame, all while figuring out if they’re playing on the same team—or if their hearts are destined for different paths.

PAIRINGS: Aurélien Tchouaméni x Zuri Awanto Nchang (faceclaim Samira Ahmed @/iamsamiira)

WARNINGS: cursing, football b.s., dry humor/wit, slight arguing, friends to lovers, instant attraction, angst, eventual smut (18+/minors dni)

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A/N: Please let me know if you want to be removed from the tag list! Thank you again for your love and appreciation! This chapter may be triggering to some so please don’t read if it makes you uncomfortable.

The late afternoon sun filtered softly through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room as Zuri lay sprawled on her back in Aurelién's — well, their — bed. She still wasn’t used to thinking of it that way, even though she’d made the move upstairs to his loft permanently. Everything felt so intimate now, so settled, yet there was still that electricity between them. And today was no different. Aurélien had a way of making her forget every thought that wasn’t about him.

Zuri's body hummed with pleasure as her legs shook uncontrollably, her skin buzzing from the constant attention he was giving her. Aurelién had insisted they stay in bed for hours, and after what felt like an eternity of stolen kisses and lingering touches, they'd predictably ended up where they always did — unable to keep their hands off each other.

He was between her legs now, his broad shoulders keeping them spread as he made sure she felt every flick and swirl of his tongue. The sensation was overwhelming — pleasure so sharp and all-consuming it made her toes curl into the sheets.

She glanced down and saw his eyes on her, piercing and intense. His mouth never left her, his tongue expertly switching between lapping at her clit and plunging into her soaked heat. He sucked softly on her clit, a sound that made her gasp and her thighs begin to tremble harder.

Aurélien’s gaze was dark, a silent command for her to keep her focus. His tongue delved deep into her, and the sensation made her moan uncontrollably, her back arching off the bed. It was too much, too good — she closed her eyes, losing herself in the waves of pleasure building inside her.

Slap.

Her thigh stung from the firm tap of his hand, and she whimpered as her eyes flew open to meet his again. He was watching her, making sure she knew that he was in control.

"Eyes on me," Aurelien growled against her skin, his voice low and rough. The rasp in his voice sent a fresh jolt of heat straight to her core.

Zuri swallowed, her gaze locked on his even as her body fought to shut her eyes, to give in to the intensity of the sensation. But he wouldn’t let her. His tongue was merciless, moving faster, switching back and forth between teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves and driving deep inside her. He was everywhere, his lips pulling her apart, making her feel exposed and raw under his intense focus.

Her legs began to close instinctively as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak, but another sharp slap to her inner thigh stopped her. She whimpered again, feeling the pressure mounting within her as she tried to contain herself.

"Stay open for me," he murmured, never lifting his mouth from her. His lips pressed hard against her slick skin as he alternated between slow, deep strokes with his tongue and quick, relentless flicks over her clit. Her entire body was trembling, each nerve ending alight as his hands tightened on her thighs, holding her exactly where he wanted her.

Her legs shook, trembling violently as she struggled to hold on, her fingers clawing at the sheets, desperate for something to ground her. Aurelien’s tongue worked her with expert precision, driving her closer and closer to the edge.

"Please…" Zuri gasped out, her chest rising and falling rapidly as the sensations became too much to handle. Her mind was a haze of need, and she could barely think, barely breathe. But still, his eyes stayed on hers, demanding every ounce of her attention, every ounce of her surrender.

"Not yet," he murmured, pulling his mouth away briefly to press a kiss to the inside of her thigh, only to dive back in with a renewed intensity. His tongue plunged deep into her again, and the sensation made her entire body convulse. He was relentless, drawing her closer and closer to a release that felt just out of reach.

The world narrowed down to the feel of his mouth, the wet heat of his tongue, and the way he looked up at her, watching every reaction with an intensity that only fueled the fire inside her.

And when his teeth grazed her clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her entire body, Zuri couldn’t hold back any longer. Her orgasm ripped through her, her body arching off the bed as she cried out his name. Aurelien didn’t stop, didn’t relent, his tongue still moving in deep strokes as her walls pulsed around it, dragging every last ounce of pleasure out of her.

Her chest heaved, her skin damp with sweat, and her thighs trembled as the waves of pleasure slowly ebbed. Aurelien finally pulled back, his lips swollen and glistening with her arousal, but his eyes still burned with desire as he moved up her body, planting kisses along her trembling thighs, her stomach, and her breasts, before settling beside her.

He leaned down to brush his lips against her temple, whispering softly, "Bonne fille (Good girl)."

Aurelien hovered over her with a smirk dancing on his lips, his eyes gleaming with that mischievous edge that always made her both melt and want to roll her eyes at him. He kissed her lips softly at first, then with more intensity, as if savoring the taste of her pleasure that lingered there.

He studied her face with a half-laugh, the corners of his mouth twitching with a tease he couldn’t keep to himself. "You should see yourself when you come," he murmured, brushing his nose lightly against hers. "It’s… impressive."

Zuri let out a breathless chuckle, rolling her eyes and shaking her head, though she couldn’t stop the smile that tugged at her lips. "Impressive, huh?" she retorted, giving him a mock glare. "Remind me to get a mirror next time, just for you."

"Wouldn’t mind it," Aurelien shot back with a grin, his hand resting possessively on her hip as he trailed a thumb over the curve of her waist. "You’re beautiful, and I’ll take every chance to remind you." He pressed another kiss to her lips, this one softer, lingering, as if he couldn’t bear to pull away just yet.

She scoffed, unable to keep from laughing as he kept that cheeky look on his face, but the warmth in his voice softened her defenses. He was always like this—playful and affectionate, even when he was holding her under his spell, making her toes curl and her pulse race.

As he broke the kiss and leaned back, he shot her a lazy grin, his fingers brushing over her flushed cheek. "I could keep you in bed all day," he said, his tone half-joking but laced with unmistakable hunger.

Zuri bit her lip, fighting the grin threatening to spread across her face. "Oh, is that right?" she teased, arching an eyebrow at him. "You think you could handle that?"

Aurelien chuckled, his eyes darkening with promise as he trailed kisses down her neck, his voice a low, rich murmur against her skin. "Well, guess we’ll just have to test that theory."

His lips moved over hers again, deep and consuming, his hands sliding down to cup her waist, pulling her close until she was melting into him. He nipped her bottom lip, eliciting a soft moan from her, and as he pulled back slightly, he brushed a thumb over her flushed cheek, his voice low and edged with hunger.

"You want me to fuck you, Zuri?" he murmured, his gaze heavy with anticipation. She nodded, breathless, her heart pounding. But just as she tilted her head up to kiss him again, the shrill ring of his phone cut through the room. Aurelien groaned in annoyance, rolling his eyes as he kissed his teeth and leaned back, reaching over to grab his phone. He settled onto his side, bringing her along with him as he glanced at the screen, sighing as he recognized the caller.

It was Cama, and before Aurelien could say anything, Jude’s voice piped up on the other end, unmistakable and teasing. "You better bring your ass over here, Aurélien. Don’t tell me you forgot about us already."

Aurelien snorted, rolling his eyes as he muttered, "Nah, I’m with ZuZu, so we’re gonna have to reschedule. I got a little distracted." He threw Zuri a wink, which made her laugh quietly as she nestled into his side.

"Come on, man, you’ve been with her all week," Jude protested, and Cama’s voice followed with a quick, "Yeah, bring her if you want, but get over here."

With a sigh, Aurelien hit the mute button and turned to Zuri, his expression softening as he brushed a strand of hair from her face. "You good with me spending some time with them?" he asked. "They’ve been harassing me for days."

Zuri smiled, her cheeks still flushed. "Go ahead, I need a break anyway. I can barely walk straight as it is."

Aurelien laughed at that, shaking his head in amusement. "Alright, alright." He pressed a quick kiss to her forehead, then unmuted his friends. "I’ll be over soon. Don’t have too much fun without me," he said before hanging up.

He stretched as he rose from the bed, glancing down at her with a grin. "I’m gonna take a shower before I head over,” he said, starting toward the bathroom. Pausing at the door, he shot her a playful look. "You wanna join me?"

Zuri lifted a brow. "Aurelien, what did I just say?" Her voice was firm, but the amusement in her eyes gave her away.

He held up his hands in mock surrender, backing toward the shower. "Alright, alright… my bad. Sheesh."

Still, he couldn’t help himself, slipping his fingers into the waistband of his boxers and slowly, almost temptingly, pulling them down. He let them fall to the floor, and there he stood, completely bare, his toned body a tempting sight, with his arousal already evident. He turned back to her, a smirk tugging at his lips. "You sure though? I could go for a shower quickie. Promise I won't be too rough this time."

Her eyes drifted down, lingering for a moment before meeting his gaze again, her lips curving with a smirk of her own. "One quickie wouldn’t hurt."

His eyes lit up, and he chuckled as he stepped back, turning on the shower, adjusting the temperature as the steam began to rise around him. "And," he said, throwing her a teasing look over his shoulder, "I can put on the jet streams…"

Before he could finish, she was already hopping off the bed, her decision made, and following him into the shower.

The Santiago Bernabéu was buzzing with energy, fans filling every corner as Real Madrid took on VfB Stuttgart. Zuri sat comfortably in her seat, glancing around the stadium, the electric atmosphere settling a contagious excitement in her. Beside her, Lila sipped on her drink, scrolling through her phone, her expression lighting up as she pulled up a picture and nudged Zuri.

"Look what Amara sent me," Lila grinned, showing her a selfie of Amara and Lewis on a private plane, captioned, "Next stop: Singapore 🏎️." Zuri leaned in to look, chuckling at the way Amara’s hand rested affectionately on Lewis’s shoulder while he focused on something off-camera.

"Singapore? Damn, she’s a ride-or-die for him," Zuri mused, and Lila nodded with a warm smile.

"Yeah, it took me a minute to open up to her," Lila admitted, lowering her voice a bit as the match was about to start. "But she’s good to him, and that’s all that matters, you know?"

Zuri nodded, her gaze drifting to the field. "Exactly. Lewis deserves someone solid." They shared a look of mutual understanding before focusing back on the match, occasionally chatting and cheering as the game picked up speed.

Real Madrid was playing with precision, and by the time the final whistle blew, they’d secured a 3-1 victory. The crowd erupted in cheers, and Zuri and Lila exchanged high-fives, riding the rush of excitement as they made their way down to the players’ area. They didn’t have to wait long before Aurélien and Jude appeared, Aurélien’s smile widening as he caught sight of Zuri. He crossed the short distance between them and greeted her with a lingering kiss, oblivious to the laughter from Jude and Lila.

"Oh, get a room," Jude teased, elbowing Aurélien with a smirk, while Lila joined in, rolling her eyes playfully.

Just then, Rodrygo came over, slinging an arm over Aurélien and Jude's shoulders. "We gotta celebrate! Hit up some clubs, yeah?"

Jude immediately shook his head, giving Lila a knowing look. "Nah, man, I’m chilling. Wanna hang out with my girl."

Aurélien nodded in agreement. "Same here. I’d rather keep it low-key."

Cama strolled up then, grinning as he gave Zuri and Lila side-hug greetings. "Alright, alright, maybe not a club, but we could do something chill — hit up a lounge or something?"

Lila’s eyes lit up. "Ooh, can we get hookah?" She asked eagerly, only to get a round of amused stares from the guys. Jude shot her a mock-serious look, shaking his head with a smirk.

"See? This is why I don’t want you going to Miami anymore. What do you know about hookah, Delilah Marie?" he teased, emphasizing her middle name.

Lila huffed, rolling her eyes and glancing at Zuri. "You wanna get hookah with me?"

Zuri shrugged with a smile. "Yeah, that sounds good to me. Maybe a mojito too."

"Yes!" Lila clapped her hands excitedly, doing a little jump.

Aurélien and Jude exchanged glances, rolling their eyes good-naturedly at the girls’ antics. But they followed along, laughing as the group made their way to a sleek lounge downtown. The vibe was perfect, a dimly lit interior with comfortable seating, tables scattered with hookahs and trays of tapas, and a chill, relaxed atmosphere.

The lounge hummed with low conversation and laughter, the air thick with the sweet, flavored smoke of hookah. As the group settled into their table, their waitress approached, a notepad in hand and a distracted smile on her lips. She glanced up and froze momentarily, her eyes lingering on Aurélien. Zuri noticed but didn't dwell on it, too preoccupied with the familiar ease between her and Aurélien.

Aurélien only had eyes for Zuri, his gaze warm and affectionate. "Get my usual, babe, and order whatever you want," he said, his voice soft and confident. Zuri smiled, ordering her drink and some tapas. The waitress took her order with an unmistakable edge to her voice, and although Zuri paid it no mind, she couldn't help but notice the waitress's semi-friendly attitude when taking Lila's order before stalking off, practically stomping away.

"What's her problem?" Lila muttered, raising an eyebrow. Zuri just shrugged, brushing off the weird interaction.

When the waitress returned with their drinks and plates, she dropped everything off with a hint of an attitude, her glare focused solely on Zuri. This time, Zuri raised a brow, confused but unwilling to let it ruin her evening. She and Lila took turns smoking the hookah, giggling as they attempted smoke tricks, laughing when they failed.

A little while later, Zuri excused herself to head to the restroom. Aurélien caught her hand before she could leave, pulling her in for a gentle kiss. "Don't take too long," he murmured against her lips, his smirk making her heart race.

In the bathroom, Zuri reapplied a fresh layer of lip gloss, taking a moment to appreciate how she looked in the mirror. As she stepped out, she nearly bumped into the waitress, who seemed to have been waiting for her. Zuri blinked, her confusion mounting.

"Uh…hi?" she greeted, the girl's persistent attitude finally starting to grate on her.

The waitress introduced herself, a smug smile curling her lips. "My name's Lia. Two months ago, I sucked Aurélien's dick, and he ghosted me."

Zuri's expression stayed neutral as she processed Lia's words, her slow blink followed by a nod. "And you think I care because…?"

Lia's confidence faltered. "Well… your boyfriend cheated on you."

Zuri let out a short laugh, shaking her head. "He didn't. And again, why do you think I care?" She tilted her head, a trace of amusement dancing in her eyes. "We weren't even together then."

Lia opened her mouth to say more, but Zuri had already had enough. "Look, I really have to get back to my man. Nice chat, I guess?" With that, she breezed past Lia and returned to the table.

Aurélien's face lit up when he saw her, but his smile dropped when he noticed the slight frown she wore. "What's wrong, ma belle?" he asked gently, cupping her chin and turning her face toward him.

Zuri sighed. "That waitress said she, uh… sucked your dick two months ago."

Aurélien's eyebrows shot up in surprise, confusion flickering across his features until something seemed to click. "Oh. Well, that happened before we were together," he clarified.

"I know." Zuri's voice was calm, her expression unbothered.

"Do you want to leave?" he asked, concern lacing his tone.

She shook her head, a soft smile returning to her lips. "No, I'm fine."

Her words melted away any lingering tension, and Aurélien's face lit up with relief. He kissed her forehead, pressing a warm, lingering kiss there before leaning back, his hand still resting at the small of her back.

The night continued, the girls laughing as they shared the hookah and sipped their mojitos, the boys ordering more tapas and joining in the fun. Lila blew a smoke ring, giggling as Zuri tried to do the same, their playful energy blending seamlessly with the laid-back vibe of the evening, but Zuri couldn't help the occasional glance toward Lia. Aurélien noticed and gently squeezed Zuri's hand, his eyes meeting hers with understanding.

As the evening drew to a close, Aurélien suggested they head out. "Shall we?" he said, his voice low and warm. Zuri nodded, and they bid farewell to Lila, making their way to Aurélien's car.

Once they were on the road, Zuri turned to Aurélien. "So, about what Lia said..." She trailed off, biting her lip.

Aurélien reached over and gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. "I should have told you about that," he admitted. "It was right when you arrived in Madrid. I'm sorry I didn't mention it."

Zuri nodded slowly, processing his words. "It's okay, I understand. We weren't exclusive then." She offered him a small smile. "I'm not upset, I just... wish you had told me, that's all."

"You're right, I should have been upfront," Aurélien said, his brow furrowing slightly. He brought her hand to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to her knuckles.

Zuri's expression softened, and she gave his hand a squeeze. "I appreciate your honesty now. And I'm not bothered by what happened before we were together. I trust you, Aurélien."

He let out a relieved sigh, a warm smile spreading across his face. "You're amazing, you know that?" he murmured, his gaze filled with adoration.

Zuri chuckled, leaning in to peck his cheek. "I do now." She settled back in her seat, feeling the tension melt away. "Let's just enjoy the rest of the night, hmm?"

Aurélien nodded, his focus returning to the road, but his hand remained entwined with Zuri's, a content smile playing on his lips.

It had been a week since that evening at the lounge, yet the memory of Zuri’s unwavering trust was still imprinted in Aurélien’s mind, as vivid as if it had just happened. Her serene expression, the way she had dismissed Lia’s attempt to plant seeds of doubt without even a flicker of hesitation, spoke volumes about the faith she had in him. It was a moment that had shaken him to his core. Not because of the drama that Lia had tried to stir up, but because of the realization it sparked—he could no longer hide how he truly felt about her.

Their relationship had begun in chaos, a whirlwind arrangement neither had asked for, but somehow, over time, they had found something real. Something that felt like home. Aurélien knew he needed to show Zuri just how much she meant to him, beyond casual gestures and stolen kisses. He wanted to make her feel cherished, adored, and loved—because he did love her. Deeply, irrevocably, and maybe even a little recklessly.

Aurélien was never one to wear his heart on his sleeve, but for Zuri, he was willing to become an open book. Over the past few days, he had carefully laid out small, tangible reminders of how much she meant to him. In the bathroom drawer, he had tucked a handwritten note on delicate stationery that read, I love how you always steal my face cream. Your skin deserves the best. He had placed another note on her nightstand, scribbled in his neat handwriting: The way you laugh when you watch your favorite shows makes me smile every time. And in the kitchen, where he knew she’d find it when reaching for her morning coffee, he had left a third: Thank you for pretending not to notice when I dance like an idiot while making my smoothies.

But he hadn’t stopped there. He wanted to infuse their shared space with as much beauty and warmth as she brought into his life, so he’d filled their home with bouquets of her favorite flowers—vivid splashes of color that brightened every room. The scent of peonies and lilies lingered in the air, a fragrant reminder of his devotion.

This morning, he’d taken it a step further. A stack of crisp bills lay neatly on the marble kitchen counter, anchored by another one of his notes: Go spoil yourself today, ma belle. Get your hair and nails done—and maybe even buy a new outfit. I’ve got something special planned. The message was simple, but the thought behind it was anything but. Aurélien wanted Zuri to feel cherished, to know that she was worth every effort he could make and more.

As he stood in front of the mirror, running a hand through his freshly cut hair, his heart beat faster than he cared to admit. He adjusted his shirt, checked his watch, and tried to calm the nervous energy buzzing through his veins. His friends had given him no end of grief over how smitten he was, how utterly lovestruck he had become. But he didn’t care. This was Zuri, the woman who had turned his world upside down in the best possible way, and for her, he would do anything.

He wanted today to be perfect. More than that, he wanted Zuri to understand that she wasn’t just the woman he was forced to be with; she was the woman he chose, over and over again. He needed her to see that what they had wasn’t bound by obligation or circumstance. It was deeper, more profound, and every day, he found himself falling harder and faster.

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Zuri stood in front of her vanity, admiring the intricate braids that cascaded down her shoulders, freshly styled and glistening with the perfect amount of shine. Her nails were painted a deep, sultry burgundy, and her outfit—a silky, elegant dress that hugged her curves in all the right places—was something she’d picked out with Aurélien’s note in mind. The anticipation of whatever he had planned made her stomach flutter.

When she found him in the foyer, his eyes lit up as he took her in. He crossed the room in a few long strides, pulling her into a warm embrace. "You look beautiful," he murmured, his voice filled with awe.

Zuri smiled, her heart doing a little flip. "All this pampering you insisted on has me feeling like a queen."

"Well, you are," he said simply, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Ready to go?"

She nodded, lacing her fingers with his as they headed out the door. The car ride was filled with soft music and the comfort of shared silence, and when they pulled up to the rooftop restaurant, Zuri’s breath caught in her throat.

Aurélien led her up to the terrace, which he had rented out entirely for the evening. Twinkling string lights and dozens of candles cast a golden glow over the space, creating a dreamy, almost ethereal atmosphere. A guitarist sat in one corner, strumming a soft, romantic melody that carried on the warm night air. The city skyline stretched out around them, glittering like a sea of stars.

Zuri’s eyes widened as she took it all in, her hand flying to her mouth. "Aurélien… this is… I don’t even have words," she whispered, her voice breaking with emotion.

He turned to her, his smile soft and full of adoration. "Do you like it?" he asked, a hint of nervousness coloring his tone.

"Like it?" she echoed, tears welling in her eyes. "I love it. It’s the most beautiful thing anyone’s ever done for me."

Relief flooded Aurélien’s features, and he guided her to their table, pulling out her chair with a flourish. As they sat down, the guitarist played a familiar tune, and Zuri felt her heart swell. They shared a meal of delicious courses—delicate tapas, savory entrées, and perfectly chilled wine—all while talking and laughing as if they were the only two people in the world.

Zuri couldn’t stop smiling, her cheeks aching with happiness. She watched Aurélien, her chest tightening with the sheer affection she felt for him. His eyes sparkled in the candlelight, his laughter genuine and infectious. Every time he reached for her hand, her pulse raced.

When dessert arrived—a decadent chocolate mousse topped with gold leaf and fresh berries—Aurélien set down his fork, looking suddenly serious. He took a deep breath, reaching across the table to hold her hands.

"Zuri," he began, his voice steady but filled with emotion, "I’ve been thinking a lot about us. About how we started and where we are now. I know this all began in a way neither of us expected, and it’s been… bumpy, to say the least." He gave a small laugh, and Zuri’s eyes softened.

"But the more time I spend with you," he continued, his grip on her hands tightening, "the more I realize how lucky I am. How grateful I am for every moment, every laugh, every little thing we’ve shared. I love you, Zuri. So much. And I want you to know that."

Tears spilled down Zuri’s cheeks, but they were happy tears. Her heart felt so full it might burst. "Aurélien," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "I love you too. So much."

Aurélien’s smile broke across his face, wide and unrestrained, and he stood, pulling her into his arms. Their lips met in a kiss that was soft, lingering, and full of all the words they couldn’t say. The world fell away, leaving only the two of them, wrapped up in each other.

When they finally pulled apart, Aurélien brushed a tear from her cheek with his thumb. "Ready to head home?" he asked, his voice warm.

Zuri nodded, her heart still racing. "Yeah. Let’s go home."

Hand in hand, they left the rooftop, their love shining as brightly as the candles that had lit up their perfect night. The drive back was filled with the kind of comfortable silence that spoke volumes, each of them basking in the glow of shared love and understanding.

Back at home, the night continued in whispered promises and soft touches, two hearts finally admitting what they’d known all along. Their kisses grew deeper, more desperate, as they stumbled into the living room, barely making it to the couch before their passion threatened to consume them.

Zuri found herself straddling Aurélien’s lap, her dress riding up her thighs as she settled against him. His hands roamed over her back, pulling her closer until their bodies pressed together, heat radiating between them. Their mouths met in a feverish kiss, all tongues and breathless sighs, as the room seemed to melt around them.

"It’s so hot in here," Zuri murmured, her lips brushing against Aurélien’s as she pulled back for a moment, her eyes dark and wanting.

Aurélien’s gaze burned into hers, his fingers finding the halter strings of her dress. With one deft tug, he loosened the knots, and the fabric slipped down her chest, revealing her bare, pierced breasts. His breath caught, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "You’re so beautiful," he whispered, dipping his head to take one of her hardened nipples into his mouth.

Zuri gasped, arching her back as pleasure coursed through her. The sensation of his tongue flicking against the cool metal of her nipple ring made her shiver, and she buried her hands in his hair, tugging gently. "Aurélien," she moaned, her voice trembling with need.

He hummed against her skin, his hands sliding down to grip her waist, holding her steady as he lavished her breasts with attention. "I’ve been thinking about this all night," he confessed, his voice husky. "About how much I wanted you."

Zuri bit her lip, her heart pounding as she felt his hardness pressing against her through his pants. Teasingly, she rocked her hips, grinding against him and earning a low groan that sent a thrill down her spine. "You’re not the only one," she teased, her smile playful.

With a mischievous glint in her eye, she hiked up her dress, her hands moving to slip her underwear down her legs. She tossed the lacey garment aside, leaving herself bare against him. Aurélien’s eyes darkened with desire, and his hands quickly moved to unbuckle his belt, the clinking sound mingling with the rustle of fabric as he unzipped his pants and freed his erection.

Their gazes met, a silent understanding passing between them before Zuri guided herself over him. She sank down slowly, taking him in inch by inch, and they both let out matching moans as their bodies connected. The sensation was overwhelming, and for a moment, neither of them moved, savoring the heat and intimacy of being so close.

Then Zuri began to move, rolling her hips in a rhythm that had them both gasping. Her hands braced against his chest, and Aurélien’s fingers dug into her hips, guiding her movements as she rode him. "Merde, Zuri," he groaned, his voice rough and full of longing. "You feel so good."

Zuri’s breath hitched, and she picked up the pace, her thighs burning as she moved faster, harder, chasing the high that built between them. "Aurélien," she panted, her head falling back, her body a perfect picture of ecstasy.

Aurélien’s hands slid up her back, pulling her closer as he thrust up to meet her, their bodies colliding in a desperate, frenzied dance. "That’s it, ma belle,” he whispered, his lips brushing her ear. "Ride this dick just like that. You’re perfect."

Their shared desire reached a fever pitch, and they clung to each other, whispering "I love you" between gasps and moans. The world around them faded, leaving only the feeling of each other, the raw, unfiltered connection that made everything else seem insignificant.

They were on the brink of release when a sudden beep echoed through the room, signaling someone at the front gate. The noise shattered their orgasmic haze, and they froze, still tangled together, their heavy breathing the only sound as reality crashed back in.

Aurélien’s eyes met Zuri’s, wide with disbelief and frustration. "You have got to be kidding me," he groaned, his hands still holding her waist.

Zuri let out a breathless laugh, leaning her forehead against his. "Talk about timing," she muttered, though her smile was bright, their love still glowing between them despite the interruption.

The beep echoed through the house a second time, and Aurélien kissed his teeth in annoyance. He pulled Zuri off his lap gently and murmured, "I'll be right back." She shifted to the other side of the couch, breathless and confused, as he tucked himself back into his pants, zipping and buckling them before heading to the foyer.

Aurélien moved swiftly, irritation building as he checked the security system. On the camera panel, he saw a police vehicle parked in the driveway. "The fuck?" he muttered under his breath, his eyes narrowing. He pressed a button to speak through the intercom.

"¿Hola? ¿Qué está pasando aquí?" ("Hello? What’s going on here?") he asked, his voice thick with concern.

From the car, an officer responded, "Señor Tchouaméni, hemos sido enviados a hacer un chequeo de bienestar para Zuri Awanto Nchang. Necesitamos verificar que esté bien." ("Mr. Tchouaméni, we've been asked to do a wellness check on Zuri Awanto Nchang. We need to ensure she is safe.")

Aurélien’s jaw clenched, rage simmering under his skin. He had a feeling he knew who was behind this. "Fuck," he hissed before buzzing the police in through the gates. He exhaled a shaky breath, running a hand over his face as he went back to the living room.

"Fix your dress, bébé," he instructed Zuri, trying to keep his tone even, though it was taut with tension.

Zuri’s eyes widened in alarm. "Why? What's going on?"

"The fucking police are here," he said, his voice laced with disbelief.

"What?! How the hell—"

"ZuZu, I'll explain in a second," Aurélien cut her off, his expression a mixture of anger and worry. "Just please fix yourself, okay?"

Zuri quickly retied the strings of her dress, hands fumbling slightly as anxiety set in. She bent down, grabbed her discarded panties, and slipped them on, just as the police knocked at the door. Aurélien took a deep breath, then strode over to answer.

Zuri followed him into the foyer, standing tall beside him despite the whirlwind of emotions she felt. Two officers stood on the porch: a stern-looking man with broad shoulders, and a petite woman with warm, brown eyes. The latter spoke first, her slight Spanish accent adding weight to her words.

"Señorita Awanto Nchang?" Officer Gutierrez addressed Zuri.

"Sí," Zuri replied, nodding.

"I'm Officer Gutierrez, and this is my partner, Officer Perreira," she introduced. "We're here to do a wellness check. Are you okay, ma'am?"

Zuri swallowed and nodded again. "Sí, I’m fine."

Officer Perreira studied Zuri intently, while Gutierrez continued. "Is everything safe for you here? Do you feel threatened in any way?"

Zuri’s brows knitted together in confusion and anger. "No, I’m safe," she assured them. "Why would you think otherwise?"

Officer Gutierrez glanced at her partner before explaining, "We were informed that your father requested this wellness check. He expressed… concern about your well-being."

Zuri’s mouth fell open. The anger that had started as a flicker was now a blazing flame. "My father?" she repeated incredulously. "He and I had a disagreement about something trivial, and now he’s sending the police to my fiancé’s home?" She gestured to Aurélien. "We’re engaged, for God’s sake."

Zeus, their massive dog, started barking from the hallway, likely sensing the tension in the room. His barks were loud and insistent, as if ready to defend his home. Aurélien turned, his patience running thin. "Zeus, calme," he called, his voice firm but gentle. He crossed over to the dog and knelt to soothe him, then led him downstairs to his crate.

While Aurélien was away, Officer Gutierrez took a step closer to Zuri, her gaze serious. "Ma'am, are you telling us the truth?" she asked quietly. "If there is anything at all, we are here to help."

Zuri’s nostrils flared in frustration. "Yes, I’m telling the truth," she insisted, her voice shaking. "I love Aurélien, and he loves me. My father… he’s just trying to control me because he doesn’t like that I’m living my life on my own terms."

Officer Gutierrez exchanged a look with her partner. "Your father made some serious allegations, including claims of… abuse," she said carefully.

Zuri’s eyes flashed with fury, and she defiantly lifted her arms, then turned to show her bare legs. "Do you see any bruises?" she demanded. "Any signs of harm? Because there are none. I’m not being abused, and I would never let anyone harm me. I’m safe here. I’m loved here."

Officer Gutierrez seemed to consider this, then nodded, satisfied. Aurélien returned just as she did, and the tension in his posture was palpable. Officer Perreira gave him a hard look before Gutierrez spoke again.

"Thank you for cooperating," she said, her voice a touch gentler. She handed Zuri a business card. "If anything changes or you ever need assistance, don’t hesitate to call."

Zuri took the card, her hand steady despite her anger. "Thank you," she replied curtly.

The officers turned and made their way back to their vehicle, and Aurélien and Zuri watched from the doorway as they drove away. Once the patrol car disappeared beyond the gates, Aurélien shut the front door with a heavy sigh. His expression darkened, and he muttered, "I'm going to fuckin' kill your father."

Zuri let out a humorless laugh. "Well, get in line," she retorted, crossing her arms.

Aurélien shook his head, the reality of the situation weighing heavily on him. "Do you realize how bad this could have gone?" he asked, his voice low and laced with worry. "If I acted out of line, if I so much as made one wrong move, they could’ve arrested me—or worse." He stalked back into the living room, his jaw clenched, and grabbed his phone. "I’m calling my lawyer," he announced, pacing as he waited for the line to connect. After explaining the situation, he moved on to call his father, detailing everything with a level of fury Zuri had never heard from him before.

Zuri stood nearby, her own anger simmering. She couldn’t believe her father would stoop so low, jeopardizing not just her happiness but Aurélien’s safety too. When Aurélien finally ended his calls, he set his phone down and pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly.

"I love you so much, Zuri," he murmured, pressing a kiss to her hair.

Tears pricked at Zuri’s eyes, but she held them back, drawing strength from his embrace. "I love you too, Aurélien," she whispered. "Just tell me what I need to do, and I’ll do it. Anything to get my father off our backs."

Aurélien sighed, his arms tightening around her. "We’ll figure it out together," he promised. "I’m not letting him control us. Not anymore."

TO BE CONTINUED....

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some of yall are scary because what do you mean you ship klonnie?? bonnie tried to kill him how many times? and klaus too like that ship doesn't make any sense im sorry. bonkai i kind of get it since kai was obviously attracted to her but still they tried to kill themselves!

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Not Aurélien talking her through it 🤭🤭😩. Got me giggling and swinging my legs side to side.

Can somebody please call that Kdrama white truck to take Zuri's dad out permanently, cause I feel like he's about to run to the media and say some bs😭😭.

But 10/10 as always, +100 cause it's my fave enemies to lovers💖💖.

fouled by fate • aurelien tchouameni (8/10)

SYNOPSIS: Aurélien Tchouaméni, one of football’s rising stars, is used to navigating the pressures of the pitch—but nothing could prepare him for an arranged marriage. With his family’s legacy and cultural traditions at stake, Aurélien reluctantly agrees to marry a woman he barely knows. But as they’re thrust into the public eye, sparks fly in unexpected ways. The two must navigate the complexities of love, duty, and fame, all while figuring out if they’re playing on the same team—or if their hearts are destined for different paths.

PAIRINGS: Aurélien Tchouaméni x Zuri Awanto Nchang (faceclaim Samira Ahmed @/iamsamiira)

WARNINGS: cursing, football b.s., dry humor/wit, slight arguing, friends to lovers, instant attraction, angst, eventual smut (18+/minors dni)

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Aurélien sat in his living room in Madrid, the familiar hum of clippers buzzing as his barber worked carefully on his taper fade. The sharp scent of aftershave filled the air, and he leaned back, trying to ease the tension that had been building since his father’s call. His foot, still recovering from the sprain, rested on an ottoman. It was healing, but the slow process frustrated him.

Zuri’s dad, meanwhile, still hadn’t returned her calls. Days had passed, and Aurélien could see the frustration bubbling just beneath the surface. Her father had always been tough, but this silence? It felt like a new low.

His barber finished up, brushing off the stray hairs before stepping back to admire his work. "Looking fresh, my guy," he said with a grin, handing Aurélien a mirror.

Aurélien checked out the cut, nodding his approval. "Appreciate it, bro. Always on point."

As the barber packed up his tools, the smell of Zuri’s cooking started wafting through the house, drawing him toward the kitchen. He limped over, leaning against the counter to watch her work. She moved with a natural rhythm, dicing vegetables with ease. The scent of fried plantains and chicken filled the space, reminding him of the comforting meals his mother often cooked.

"What’s on the menu today, chef?" Aurélien asked, half-teasing, though genuinely curious.

Zuri glanced over her shoulder, smiling softly. "Poulet DG. One of my mom's quick meals—chicken, veggies, and fried plantains. Easy and satisfying."

Aurélien chuckled. "You know how much I love plantains.”

"You better behave, or I’ll eat it all myself," Zuri joked, stirring the pot.

He watched her for a moment, then stepped closer, his voice soft. “How you holding up? Your dad still hasn’t called back.”

Zuri sighed, her hand pausing on the spoon. “Yeah. It’s exhausting, waiting for him to get over himself.”

Aurélien wrapped his arms around her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder. “We’ll figure it out. Together. You don’t have to do this alone.”

Zuri leaned into him briefly, the tension in her shoulders easing just a bit. “I know. Thanks, Aurél.”

"Need any help in here?" he asked, though they both knew he was a disaster in the kitchen.

Zuri laughed softly, shaking her head. “You can help by staying right where you are and letting me work.”

Aurélien raised his hands in surrender, stepping back to lean against the counter again, content to watch her. “Fine. But if I burn anything next time, it’s on you for not teaching me.”

Zuri snorted. “Trust me, I’m doing us both a favor by keeping you away from the stove.”

As the smell of the food intensified, Aurélien couldn't help but appreciate the moment—the calm before any potential storms. Zuri was here, cooking in their space, and despite everything with her dad, they had this. And that was something worth savoring.

"So, what do you think?" Zuri asked, glancing over at him. "Think your mom would approve of my cooking?"

Aurélien grinned, shaking his head. "Oh, she’s gonna love you even more. Especially with this dish." He paused for a beat, then added, "Speaking of which, she called earlier. Said she and Dad want to have dinner with us soon."

Zuri raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in her eyes. "That sounds serious."

"Nothing we can’t handle," he said, his voice low and confident. "But maybe don’t tell them I almost set the kitchen on fire last time I helped you cook.”

Zuri laughed, the sound light and easy, setting the finished plate down in front of him. "Don’t worry, that’s our little secret."

He reached out to pull her closer by the waist, his eyes warm as he looked up at her. "It better be."

Zuri leaned in, brushing a kiss to his lips. "You’re a mess."

"Your mess, bébé," Aurélien murmured against her lips, his hand resting at the small of her back. He savored the moment before pulling back, eyes glancing down at the plate she’d set in front of him. “Now, let me taste this masterpiece.”

Zuri laughed, handing him a fork. “Masterpiece might be a stretch. But I’m proud of it.”

Aurélien dug in, taking a bite of the sautéed chicken and plantains. His eyes widened, and he nodded in appreciation. “Damn, Zuri. This is really good.”

“Better than your UberEats orders?” she teased, leaning against the counter as she watched him eat.

Aurélien’s grin turned mischievous as he finished chewing, his gaze flicking up to meet Zuri’s. “Way better. You’re gonna spoil me at this rate," he said, then added in a low voice, "But don’t worry, I’ll find ways to return the favor. Just like I did in Paris.”

Zuri raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a playful smirk as she leaned against the counter. “Oh, is that so? You mean how you couldn’t keep your hands off me all weekend?”

“Exactly.” Aurélien’s eyes darkened with desire as he set down his fork, leaning back in his chair. “You know you started something, right? Ever since that weekend, I’ve been counting the days until I could have you like that again. Paris changed everything.”

Zuri’s breath caught as she remembered that weekend—how they’d explored the city by day, but as soon as the sun set, the rest of the world faded away. The way Aurélien had looked at her like he couldn’t get enough, like each touch only made him crave her more.

“Changed everything?” she asked, her voice softening, though her heartbeat quickened as his words settled in.

He stood up slowly, his foot still tender but his hunger for her more apparent than ever as he walked toward her. “Yeah. Now I can’t stop thinking about how good you feel, how perfect you are.” His hands found her waist, pulling her gently against him as he murmured into her ear, “Every time I look at you, all I want to do is have you, Zuri. Like in Paris, like every damn night since.”

Zuri’s pulse raced, and she bit her lip, trying to keep her cool, but the heat in his gaze was undeniable. “Is that right?” she asked, her tone teasing but her body already responding to the closeness between them. “You can’t get enough of me, huh?”

Aurélien’s hands slid down her sides, squeezing her hips as he leaned in, his lips grazing her neck. “Not even close. Paris was just the beginning.”

The weekend had started with stolen glances and innocent touches, but by the end, it was clear—they’d crossed a line neither of them wanted to go back from. Late nights in their hotel room, tangled in sheets, every moment only intensifying the connection between them.

Zuri laughed softly, her hands running up his chest. “You’ve been insatiable ever since,” she teased, but her voice was breathy, her body remembering how he had taken his time with her, learning every inch of her.

He kissed the side of her neck, his voice low and husky. “You bring it out of me. I’m not gonna apologize for that.”

Zuri shivered, her fingers curling into his shirt. "Good, because I don’t want you to.”

Aurélien’s hands roamed down her back, fingers slipping beneath the hem of her shorts. His touch was warm, deliberate, and full of promise. Zuri’s breath hitched when his hands found her ass, squeezing firmly as he pulled her closer to him. "Maybe I should get a little taste of dessert," he murmured against her ear, his lips barely brushing her skin.

Zuri’s heart raced at his words, a teasing smile playing on her lips. “Greedy,” she shot back, her voice breathy as his hands slid further down.

His chuckle was low, vibrating against her neck as his fingertips teased the waistband of her shorts. “Can you blame me?” he whispered, his voice rough with desire. “Especially when you walk around like this, knowing what it does to me.”

Before she could respond, Aurélien lifted her effortlessly, setting her down on the kitchen counter. The cool marble beneath her thighs made her shiver, contrasting sharply with the heat between them. He spread her legs with ease, positioning himself between them as his hands gripped her hips.

“You know I can’t resist you in these tiny shorts,” he murmured, his eyes dark as he slowly peeled them down, revealing the edge of her lace underwear.

Zuri felt the tension rise between them as Aurélien’s gaze raked over her body. “You wear this just to torture me,” he continued, his voice playful, but there was an edge to it—something darker, more primal.

“Maybe I did,” she whispered, her breath catching when his fingers traced the edge of her panties.

Aurélien smirked, his fingers now gliding over the fabric, brushing her inner thighs. “Is that so?” His voice was low, rough, as he leaned forward, kissing her slowly, teasingly. But he didn’t linger long on her lips. Instead, he pulled back, his hands slipping under her shirt, fingertips grazing her skin.

He lifted her shirt just enough to reveal her bra, his eyes flicking up to meet hers as he pushed the fabric aside, exposing her pierced nipples. His gaze darkened, a low groan escaping his throat as his thumb brushed over the cool metal. “These piercings… they drive me crazy,” he said, his voice thick with lust. “You know that, right?”

Zuri bit her lip, her chest rising and falling with anticipation. “You’ve mentioned it a few times,” she teased, her voice wavering as his thumb circled one of her nipples, the combination of his touch and the piercing sending a sharp jolt of pleasure through her body.

“Can’t get enough of them,” he murmured, dipping his head down, his mouth closing over her nipple, tugging lightly on the barbell with his teeth. The sensation was electric, and Zuri arched her back, her hands tangling in his hair as he lavished attention on her sensitive skin.

His other hand slid beneath her panties, fingers slipping between her folds, finding her already wet and ready for him. Aurélien groaned against her breast, his fingers moving slowly, teasingly, as his thumb pressed against her clit in slow circles. "You’re soaked for me, ma belle," he whispered against her skin, his voice hoarse.

Zuri moaned softly, her hips bucking toward his hand, but Aurélien kept his movements slow, torturous. "Patience, ZuZu."

His mouth traveled from one pierced nipple to the other, his tongue flicking over the metal and sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. At the same time, his fingers moved deeper inside her, curling in just the right spot that made her toes curl.

Zuri’s breath was coming in short, ragged gasps as her body responded to his every touch. "Aurélien," she gasped, her hands gripping the counter behind her for support. "I need you…"

He pulled back just enough to look at her, his fingers still working their magic between her legs. “Tell me what you need,” he said, his voice dark and commanding. “I want to hear you say it.”

Her head fell back as pleasure coiled tightly in her core, her body teetering on the edge. “I need you… faster,” she whispered, her voice barely audible but filled with desperation.

Aurélien’s eyes lit up with satisfaction, a wicked smile tugging at his lips. “That’s all you had to say.” His fingers moved faster, his thumb pressing harder against her clit as he kissed her again, this time deeper, more urgent.

Zuri’s body trembled, her orgasm building as Aurélien’s fingers pushed her closer to the edge. His mouth returned to her nipples, sucking and teasing, and it was too much—her body tensed, and with one final stroke of his fingers, she came hard, crying out his name as waves of pleasure crashed over her.

Aurélien didn’t stop, his fingers still moving, drawing out her release as she trembled beneath him. When she finally came down from her high, he kissed her softly, his hands gently stroking her thighs as she caught her breath.

“How’s that for a little taste of dessert?” he teased, his lips brushing hers in a soft, lingering kiss.

Zuri laughed breathlessly, still tingling from his touch. “You’re impossible.”

He grinned, his eyes full of mischief. “And you love it.”

There was a sudden, sharp knock on the front door. Zuri and Aurélien froze for a moment, both of them still caught in the haze of their recent passion. A second knock came, louder this time, followed by a heavy banging that rattled the frame.

"What the…?" Zuri muttered, straightening herself on the counter. Aurélien raised an eyebrow, his hands still resting on her thighs as he glanced toward the door.

"Probably one of the guys," Aurélien shrugged casually, though his brow furrowed slightly at the intensity of the banging. "They've been wanting to check in, see how things are going since we got back from Paris."

Zuri nodded, quickly pulling her shorts back on and adjusting her shirt. She made sure her nipple piercings were covered, still feeling the warmth from Aurélien's mouth lingering on her skin. "I'll go fix myself up a bit," she said, smoothing her hair before she turned to head down the hallway.

"Yeah, better look somewhat decent if it's them," Aurélien smirked, giving her a quick wink as he stepped over to the sink to wash his hands, the water running as he scrubbed away the remnants of their intimate moment.

He limped slightly as he walked toward the door, his body still relaxed from what they'd just shared. His fingers tightened around the doorknob, twisting it open with a slight wince. He expected to see Hugo or Manuel on the other side, maybe even Julio, with some lighthearted banter.

But instead, standing there was Zuri's father, Ernest Awanto Nchang.

Aurélien blinked, his hand still gripping the doorknob, his expression quickly shifting from casual to guarded. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, and he instinctively straightened up, despite the slight limp in his leg.

"Monsieur Awanto Nchang?" Aurélien asked, bewildered. "Que faites-vous ici?" ("What are you doing here?")

Ernest's face was unreadable, but there was a coldness in his eyes that made Aurélien's stomach knot up. He had always felt tension with Zuri's father, but this… this was different.

"Je suis ici pour emmener Zuri," Ernest said bluntly, his voice hard as steel. ("I'm here to take Zuri.")

Aurélien's confusion deepened, his eyes narrowing as he tried to understand what was going on. "L'emmener? Que voulez-vous dire?" ("Take her? What do you mean?") His hand tightened slightly on the door, instinctively protective.

Before Ernest could respond, Zuri appeared at the end of the hallway, her eyes widening as she took in the sight of her father standing in the doorway.

"Papa?" she said, her voice filled with surprise and concern. She quickly walked over, glancing between Aurélien and Ernest. "What's going on?"

Ernest's gaze shifted from Aurélien to Zuri, his expression softening just a bit as he looked at his daughter, but the tension remained. "It's time to come home, Zuri. Enough of this arrangement." His words were clipped, authoritative, as if he had already made the decision for her.

Zuri's face fell, confusion and frustration warring in her expression. She hadn't expected this.

Aurélien, still standing in the doorway, felt his pulse quicken. His protective instincts kicked in, and his hand gently reached out to rest on the small of Zuri's back, offering silent support. "Mr. Awanto Nchang, with all due respect, Zuri's staying here."

Ernest's eyes flickered toward Aurélien's hand, and then back to his face, his expression darkening. "This isn't about you, Aurélien. This is about what's best for my daughter."

Aurélien's jaw clenched, his frustration mounting. "Monsieur, notre fiançailles est finale," he said, his voice tight with barely controlled anger. "Elle a été bénie par les anciens et nos familles." ("Sir, our engagement is final. It has been blessed by the elders and our families.")

Ernest's eyes flashed dangerously. "Jusqu'à ce que Zuri soit mariée avec toi, j'ai le droit de rompre cet arrangement. Ce que je fais maintenant." ("Until Zuri is married to you, I have the right to break this arrangement. Which I am doing now.")

Zuri, who had been following the exchange with growing alarm, suddenly burst out, "Are you fucking kidding me? Papa, are you really doing all this crazy shit?"

Ernest's face contorted with rage. He raised his hand, moving it towards Zuri's face in a threatening gesture. "How dare you speak to me like that—"

In an instant, Aurélien stepped between them, his body a solid wall protecting Zuri. His eyes blazed with fury as he stared down Ernest. "Don't you dare touch her," he growled, his accent thickening with emotion. "Step away now, or I'll call the police. You're on my property, uninvited and unwelcome."

Ernest's nostrils flared, his hand still raised. The tension in the air was palpable, thick enough to cut with a knife. Just then, the sound of car doors slamming broke through the standoff. Aurélien's friends - Hugo, Manuel, and Julio - were approaching, their expressions shifting from casual to concerned as they took in the scene before them.

Seeing he was now outnumbered, Ernest lowered his hand slowly, his eyes never leaving Aurélien's face. "This isn't over," he spat. "I'll be back for Zuri. You can't keep her from her family."

With that, he turned on his heel and stormed away, brushing past the bewildered group of friends.

Aurélien's body remained tense, his arm still protectively around Zuri as they watched Ernest drive away. He turned to her, his eyes softening with concern. "Are you okay?" he asked gently, his thumb brushing away a tear she hadn't realized had fallen.

Zuri nodded, her body trembling slightly as the adrenaline began to ebb. "I can't believe he… I never thought he'd…"

"Shh," Aurélien soothed, pulling her close. "It's okay."

As Hugo, Manuel, and Julio approached, their faces etched with worry and confusion, Aurélien knew that this was far from over. But as he held Zuri in his arms, feeling her heartbeat against his chest, he made a silent vow. No matter what came next, he would protect her. Their love, their engagement, their future - he would fight for it all.

Zuri found herself perched on the edge of her bed, the muffled sounds of male laughter and the soft clack of pool balls drifting up from the basement. She stared at her phone, her father's unexpected visit replaying in her mind like a bad movie on loop.

The audacity of it all made her head spin. Her father had flown all the way from New York City to Madrid on some misguided rescue mission. The same man who, just a week ago, had coldly informed her she no longer had a home in NYC. The irony wasn't lost on her.

"He's lost his damn mind," Zuri muttered to herself, her fingers hovering over her mother's contact. With a deep breath, she hit the call button.

Her mother answered on the third ring, her voice a mixture of concern and fatigue. "Zuri? Are you alright?"

"Mom, you've got to talk some sense into Papa," Zuri said, cutting straight to the chase. "He showed up here, and tried to drag me back to New York. It's insane."

There was a pause on the other end of the line, filled only by her mother's soft sigh. "Your father is... concerned, Zuri. He says Aurélien is hurting you."

Zuri's eyes widened in disbelief. "Hurting me? Mom, that's ridiculous. The only thing Aurélien's hurting is my—" She bit her tongue, the words 'vagina' dying on her lips. That's neither here nor there, she thought, shaking her head. "Look, Mom," Zuri continued, her voice taking on a pleading tone. "You can't be complacent in this. Papa's behavior is beyond strange. It's destructive."

"I understand you're upset, sweetheart, but your father—"

"No, Mom," Zuri interrupted, frustration coloring her words. "You need to call him out on this. Tell him to go back to New York."

Her mother's silence spoke volumes. Zuri could almost see her, standing in their Brooklyn home, torn between her husband's delusions and her daughter's pleas.

A beep in Zuri's ear signaled another incoming call. She glanced at the screen – it was her brother, Malik.

"Mom, I've got to go. Malik's calling," Zuri said, her voice softening slightly. "Please, talk to Papa. Make him see reason. If he doesn't go back to New York soon, I'll... I'll have to take drastic measures to handle this."

She ended the call before her mother could respond, quickly switching over to Malik's call.

"Hey, big brother," she said, trying to inject some lightness into her voice.

"Zuri," Malik's deep voice came through, laced with concern. "I just heard about Papa's little Spanish vacation. You okay?"

Zuri let out a humorless laugh. "Oh, you know, just another day in the Awanto Nchang family drama."

"Want me on the next flight out? I can be there by tomorrow."

The offer warmed Zuri's heart, reminding her that not all of her family had lost their minds. "Thanks, Malik. But I think I need to handle this one on my own. Just... keep an eye on things back home, yeah?"

After a few more minutes of reassurances and sibling banter, Zuri hung up. She sat there for a moment, letting the weight of everything settle on her shoulders. Then, with a determined set to her jaw, she stood up.

The basement beckoned, promising the comfort of Aurélien's presence and the distraction of his friends' camaraderie. As she made her way down the stairs, the sounds of laughter and clinking glasses grew louder.

Zuri paused at the bottom of the stairs, taking in the scene before her. Aurélien was bent over the pool table, his brow furrowed in concentration as he lined up a shot. Hugo and Manuel stood nearby while Julio lounged on a worn leather couch, idly scrolling through his phone.

The normalcy of it all hit Zuri like a punch to the gut. Here, in this basement, life went on. Pool balls clacked, jokes were shared, and the world kept spinning. Yet upstairs, her world felt like it was teetering on the edge of chaos.

Aurélien looked up then, his eyes finding hers across the room. His face softened immediately, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. Without a word, he straightened up, abandoning his shot to cross the room towards her.

As he reached her, his hand found the small of her back, a gesture so familiar now it felt like coming home. "Everything okay?" he murmured, his voice low enough that only she could hear.

Zuri leaned into him, drawing strength from his solid presence. "Not really," she admitted. "But it will be."

Aurélien's arm tightened around her, a silent promise of support. Zuri felt the eyes of his friends on them, a mixture of concern and curiosity evident in their gazes.

Great, now I'm the damsel in distress. Just what I needed.

"Come on," Aurélien murmured, his breath warm against her ear. "Let's go upstairs."

They climbed the stairs, leaving the muffled sounds of pool and conversation behind. As they passed through the living room, they spotted Zeus sprawled on his back on the couch, legs akimbo, snoring softly. The sight of the massive dog looking so undignified brought a smile to Zuri's face.

Aurélien chuckled, shaking his head. "Look at that lazy bum. You'd think he was the one dealing with family drama."

"Maybe he's stress-sleeping for us," Zuri quipped, grateful for the moment of levity.

They began their ascent, Aurélien's hand never leaving the small of her back. Zuri found herself hyper-aware of his touch, of the soft grunt he made with each step as he favored his injured foot.

What now? her mind raced as they reached the loft. Do we talk about my crazy father? Pretend nothing happened? Is there a protocol for dealing with your fiancé after your dad tries to kidnap you?

But as they entered the bedroom and Aurélien turned to her, his eyes warm and understanding, some of her anxiety melted away. His gaze trailed over her, taking in the tension in her shoulders, the worry lines creasing her forehead.

"Want to talk about it?" he asked softly, his hand coming up to cup her cheek.

Zuri leaned into his touch, closing her eyes for a moment. "Not really," she admitted. "Can we just... be normal for a bit?"

"Normal, huh? I can do normal," Aurélien nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips. "But hey," he said softly, tilting her chin up to meet his gaze. "I just want you to know that this is about us now. You and me."

Zuri's breath caught in her throat at the intensity in his eyes. "Us," she repeated, the word feeling both foreign and right on her tongue.

"Yeah, us," Aurélien affirmed. "Whatever your father tries, whatever anyone tries, we face it together. Okay?"

Zuri nodded, feeling a lump form in her throat. She hadn't realized how much she needed to hear those words until this moment.

As Aurélien leaned in, his lips meeting hers in a soft, reassuring kiss, Zuri felt some of her worries melt away. His mouth was warm against hers, gentle yet insistent. She sighed into the kiss, her hand coming up to cup the nape of his neck.

Aurélien deepened the kiss, his tongue tracing the seam of her lips before slipping inside. Zuri met him eagerly, tasting the faint hint of the beer he'd been drinking earlier. His hand slid down her side, coming to rest on her hip, his thumb tracing lazy circles there.

Just as Zuri was losing herself in the sensation, a loud knock on the bedroom door startled them apart.

"Yo, Aurélien!" Hugo's voice called from the other side. "There's a pot of something delicious-smelling in the kitchen. Mind if we have some?"

Aurélien groaned, dropping his forehead to Zuri's shoulder for a moment before calling back, "Sure, help yourselves!"

Zuri couldn't help but giggle at the frustration in his voice. Aurélien lifted his head, rolling his eyes, though there was no real annoyance in the gesture.

"Sorry about that," he murmured, his thumb caressing her cheek. "Where were we?"

Before Zuri could respond, he captured her lips again in a brief, searing kiss that left her breathless.

When they parted, Aurélien's eyes were dark with desire. "Are you sleeping in my bed tonight?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

Zuri arched an eyebrow. "Haven't I for the past couple of days?"

"Yes," Aurélien nodded, "but I thought maybe after your father showing up, you would want to be alone."

The concern in his voice touched her. "No," Zuri said softly, running her hand down his chest. "I'll stay with you."

A slow, wicked grin spread across Aurélien's face. He waggled his eyebrows suggestively. "Perfect. So I can finish having my dessert later?"

Zuri rolled her eyes, even as a warmth bloomed in her belly at his words. "You're horny as hell," she said, unable to keep the amusement out of her voice.

Aurélien's grin widened. "I'm always horny when you're involved," he said, his hand sliding down to squeeze her ass playfully.

Zuri yelped in surprise, then dissolved into laughter. As Aurélien joined in, his deep chuckles rumbling through his chest, Zuri felt the last of the day's tension drain away.

Later that evening, the house was much quieter. Aurélien’s friends had crashed in the guest rooms, their boisterous energy finally simmered down after a night of joking, catching up, and reminiscing about the past few weeks. But Aurélien’s mind wasn’t at ease.

He stood in the living room, staring at the security panel on the wall. After Ernest’s unexpected visit, Aurélien had immediately changed the code, his frustration still simmering beneath the surface. He wasn’t sure if Ernest had found out the old code somehow, but it didn’t sit well with him. Zuri’s father had crossed a line, and the thought of him showing up unannounced made Aurélien’s protective instincts flare. He even debated calling someone to upgrade the entire security system.

He clenched his jaw, running a hand over his face. The anger he felt toward Ernest hadn’t completely faded. But it wasn’t just anger—it was the pressure he felt to prove to Zuri that he wasn’t just another phase in her life. He wanted to show her he was serious. That he needed her, craved her in ways that he hadn't even anticipated. The deeper they got into this relationship—whatever it was—the more he found himself falling for her. And not just physically.

It was the way she made him laugh, the way she challenged him, the way she didn’t back down, even when he knew she had her own fears and uncertainties. Aurélien had never expected to feel like this, but now that he did, there was no going back. He wanted Zuri to know. Maybe he hadn’t told her outright yet, but he hoped that his actions had shown her.

His thoughts drifted to the woman waiting for him upstairs. She was all he could think about. Ernest’s sudden intrusion had shaken things, but now he needed to refocus—on her, on them.

Aurélien limped up the stairs, his foot still aching from the injury, but the dull pain did nothing to deter his desire for her. The moment he entered the bedroom, he saw Zuri sitting on the bed, her back against the headboard, flipping through her phone. She looked up as he approached, a soft smile on her lips.

"Hey," she said, her voice calm but still laced with the exhaustion of the evening’s events.

Aurélien didn’t say anything, just crossed the room to her, his eyes locked on hers. He climbed onto the bed, his movements steady and calculated, his hands finding her thighs as he gently pulled her down onto the mattress. Zuri raised an eyebrow but didn’t protest, letting him take control.

"Finishing my dessert," Aurélien murmured, his voice low, almost a growl, as he settled between her legs. His hands roamed over her body, tracing the curve of her waist, and the smoothness of her skin. His lips followed, leaving heated kisses along her neck, down to her chest. The way her breath hitched as he took his time, tasting her, only made him want her more.

Zuri gasped as his hands moved lower, his fingers slipping beneath the waistband of her shorts, pulling them down with ease. There was a slow, deliberate pace, a continuation of their earlier intimacy. He wanted her to feel everything.

Aurélien's gaze darkened with desire as his hands gripped the hem of Zuri’s panties, tugging them down with the same slow, deliberate motion he’d used on her shorts. She bit her lip, watching him, feeling the anticipation build as he undressed her piece by piece. He knelt back, his fingers curling around the elastic band of his basketball shorts, shimmying them down his hips in one swift motion. Without boxers beneath, his cock sprang free, hitting lightly against his lower stomach. The swollen head glistened with evidence of his arousal, the slick sheen of pre-cum catching the low light of the room. He was hard and ready, and the sight alone made Zuri’s breath catch.

He wasted no time, his shirt following the rest of his clothes as he tossed it aside. His lean, muscular body hovered over her, pressing her deeper into the mattress. His foot throbbed, but it was nothing compared to his need for her. He wanted her to feel good, to forget everything else and focus on them. On this.

Aurélien's lips found hers, kissing her deeply as he entered her, their bodies falling into an easy, familiar rhythm. Zuri moaned softly beneath him, her hands clutching at his back, her nails digging into his skin as he moved.

"Just like that, bébé," Aurélien whispered, his voice rough as he rocked into her. He loved the way she responded to him, the soft gasps, the way her hips rose to meet his thrusts. For the first time, there was no barrier, no thin layer separating their skin, and it drove Aurélien wild. He could feel everything—every tight pulse of her walls as she gripped him, every slick movement as he slid deeper. Every sensation was heightened, more raw, and he couldn’t help but groan as the pleasure washed over him in waves. “You feel so good,” he continued, his forehead pressed against hers, his eyes watching the way her face contorted in pleasure.

He talked her through it, his words a steady stream of praise and encouragement, his deep voice grounding her even as her body trembled beneath him. Zuri’s mouth fell open, but no words escaped, and her eyes fluttered shut – yet her expressive face told him everything he needed to know.

"Yeah, just like that… fuck….ma chérie," he murmured, his pace quickening slightly. The way she responded to him—so open, so uninhibited—made him want to give her everything. He could feel her tightening around him, her breaths coming faster, her fingers gripping his arms as she climbed higher and higher.

His hands roamed over her body, one sliding up to her chest, cupping her breast, his thumb brushing over the piercing that adorned her nipple. He could feel her body trembling beneath him, her moans filling the room as he continued to move inside her.

"Let go for me, bébé," he whispered, his voice hoarse with need. “I want to feel you. Come on my dick.”

And when she did, her body arching beneath his, her moans turning into cries of ecstasy, Aurélien knew without a doubt that he was falling in love with her. He hadn’t said the words yet, but he hoped she could feel it in every touch, in every kiss, in the way he held her like she was the most precious thing in his world.

Because she was.

His jaw clenched, and with a few more deep thrusts, he reached his peak, releasing a guttural moan. He pulled out just in time, his hand wrapping around his length as he spilled onto her stomach, his breath coming in harsh gasps. For a moment, they both stayed there, panting, their bodies buzzing with the aftershocks of pleasure.

Aurélien leaned down, kissing all over her face—her cheeks, her nose, her forehead—before pressing a soft kiss to her lips. "That was a one-time thing," he murmured, his tone playful, but his eyes still dark with lingering desire. "Going in raw like that."

Zuri's chest rose and fell as she caught her breath, a small smirk tugging at her lips. "It’s okay. I’m on birth control," she said, her voice soft but teasing.

Aurélien’s wicked grin returned, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "You should’ve never told me that," he teased, his hand gently brushing her hair from her face. "Now I’m going to want to ruin you every chance I get."

She laughed, rolling her eyes, but the warmth in her gaze told him that she didn’t mind one bit.

He kissed her again, slow and tender this time, before carefully getting up. He grabbed a towel, returning to her side to clean her up, his touches gentle and reverent. After making sure she was comfortable, he tossed the towel aside and slid back into bed, pulling her close against his chest.

"I got you, ZuZu."

She sighed contentedly, snuggling deeper into his embrace, and for a moment, everything felt perfect.

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The next morning, Aurélien stood outside a quiet café, his eyes scanning the street as he adjusted the collar of his Nike tracksuit. The pain in his foot was a dull throb, but he ignored it. He had something more pressing on his mind—meeting with Zuri’s father, Ernest.

Aurélien had gotten Ernest’s number from his own father, Fernand. He hadn’t told Zuri. She didn’t need the stress, not when things were already so complicated with their relationship.

His mind flashed back to the night before—how connected he’d felt to Zuri, how sure he was that he was falling for her. But Ernest? Ernest was the opposite of reassuring. He had doubts, reservations, and Aurélien was determined to put them to rest.

A sleek black car pulled up, and Ernest stepped out, his expression neutral but his eyes sharp. He was a tall man, with an air of authority that had clearly served him well in business. As he approached, his gaze dropped to Aurélien’s limp, and he raised an eyebrow.

"What happened to your foot?" Ernest asked, not bothering with a greeting, his tone cool and dismissive.

Aurélien’s jaw tightened. He wasn’t in the mood for pleasantries, but he kept his voice calm. "Just a sprain from training. Nothing serious."

Ernest looked unimpressed, his eyes lingering on the bandage peeking out from Aurélien’s shoe. "Doesn’t look like ‘nothing serious.’ You’re limping like a man twice your age."

"It’ll heal," he said, holding back the urge to roll his eyes. "Let’s cut to the chase."

Ernest crossed his arms, eyes narrowing. “I’ve been wondering why I haven’t received what was promised during the bride price negotiation.”

Aurélien frowned, confused for a second. “What are you talking about?”

Ernest’s jaw tightened. “The car. The one that was supposed to be mine, as part of the agreement.”

Aurélien’s stomach turned. The car? That’s what this was about? Still? “You’re upset about a car? Is that why you’re acting like this? Why you're trying to take Zuri away?”

Ernest’s lips curled into a bitter smile. “That’s not the only reason. You’re young, Aurélien. What did you think this arrangement is about? Zuri was never meant for you. She’s just... a tool, a way to ensure what I wanted. A pawn.” His tone sharpened. “She couldn’t even be a good daughter and help her family, especially with all the money and access you have.”

Aurélien’s blood boiled. “That’s not her job,” he shot back, his voice rising. “She’s your daughter, not your business venture. You’re a poor excuse for a father, using her like that.”

Ernest sucked his teeth, unimpressed. “So sensitive. Just like your father.” He sneered, leaning in closer. “Fernand never knew the real reason behind this arrangement. He thought it was about family ties, but I had my own plans. And now, here you are, getting all worked up.”

Aurélien clenched his fists, anger pulsing through his veins. He wanted to knock Ernest flat, but he caught himself, aware of their surroundings. Losing his cool wouldn’t help Zuri or himself. Instead, he straightened up, forcing a cold smile. “Fuck you,” Aurélien said quietly, his voice full of contempt as he turned to limp away.

But before he could reach his car, Ernest’s hand gripped his arm tightly, yanking him back. “I want Zuri,” Ernest growled, “or what was promised to me.”

Aurélien yanked his arm free, glaring at him. “The only thing promised to you is my fist in your mouth.” He shrugged off Ernest’s hold, turning away as his pulse hammered in his ears.

He got into his car, gripping the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles white as he pulled out of the parking lot. By the time he hit the first red light, the anger surged through him like a tidal wave. He slammed his fists into the steering wheel, cursing under his breath. The whole situation was a mess, and he felt trapped in it. But one thing was clear—Ernest had underestimated him, and Aurélien wasn’t going to back down. Not for Zuri, not for anyone.

Later that day, Zuri found herself walking through the bustling market with Zeus trotting beside her, his leash loosely draped around her wrist. The air was filled with the mingling scents of fresh bread, ripe produce, and street food sizzling on nearby grills. The clamor of vendors calling out to customers blended with the hum of conversations. Normally, this kind of atmosphere would excite her, giving her plenty of inspiration for her social media posts. But today, her mind was elsewhere.

Aurélien walked a few paces ahead, carrying a grocery basket. He hadn’t said much since they left the house, and his usual ease seemed replaced by a distant, brooding energy. His broad shoulders were tense, and even his usual attentive glances at Zeus seemed off. It was as if something heavy was weighing on him.

Zuri watched him out of the corner of her eye, chewing on her lip as they stopped at a stand selling fresh vegetables. She picked up a tomato and examined it absently, her mind still on him. She could tell something was wrong, but she wasn’t sure how to bring it up. Their relationship—if she could even call it that—was still too new, too strange for her to navigate easily. Sure, they'd shared moments here and there, but she hadn’t figured out how to deal with the emotional side of him yet. And from the look of things, he wasn't making it easy.

“You okay?” she asked, trying to sound casual as she placed the tomato in the basket.

Aurélien gave a slight shrug, his eyes scanning the rows of produce. “Yeah, I’m fine,” he muttered, though his voice lacked its usual confidence.

Zuri frowned. He wasn’t fine. She’d been around enough people trying to hide their feelings to know when someone was lying, and right now, Aurélien was practically broadcasting it. His jaw was clenched, and there was a certain stiffness to his movements, like he was holding something back.

"You sure?" she pressed, her voice soft but firm.

This time, Aurélien sighed, rubbing a hand over his face before meeting her gaze. “It’s nothing for you to worry about,” he said, his tone gentler, though still guarded.

Zuri wasn’t buying it, but she didn’t push. Instead, she picked up a bunch of cilantro, handing it to him. "Alright," she said, trying to keep things light. "But you know, bottling things up isn’t healthy. Trust me, I’ve tried."

Aurélien huffed a small laugh but said nothing, taking the cilantro and placing it in the basket. They moved to the next stall, and Zuri fell into step beside him, Zeus trotting happily along. She was trying to think of something else to say, anything to break through the thick cloud of tension that seemed to hang over them.

When they reached a stall filled with various fish, Aurélien finally spoke, his voice low and heavy. "Your dad and I met."

Zuri blinked, taken aback. She hadn’t expected him to bring up Ernest, especially not like this. "When?" she asked, her brow furrowing in confusion.

"Earlier today," he said, his gaze trained on a bunch of bananas he pretended to consider. "He wanted to talk. About you. About the marriage."

Zuri's stomach dropped. "What did he say?"

"Merde," Aurélien let out a slow breath, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye. "For real, ZuZu, he sees you as a pawn in a bigger game—something to help build the family up. And he’s still fixated on that fucking car."

Zuri felt a wave of anger wash over her. "What the hell? He told you that?"

"Not in so many words, but it was clear," Aurélien replied, shifting his weight.

Zuri’s heart raced. Hearing that her father had confronted Aurélien made her chest tighten. "And what did you tell him?"

Aurélien turned to face her fully now, his expression serious. "I told him to fuck off. And that I wasn’t planning on backing out of this."

Zuri searched his face, trying to gauge his sincerity. "Is that what’s bothering you? What my dad said?"

Aurélien shifted uncomfortably, his gaze dropping to the ground. "It’s not just that," he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. "This whole situation—it’s a lot. I’m trying to figure it out, just like you are. But having your dad show up… it put more pressure on me. Made everything feel more real."

Zuri swallowed, feeling a mix of emotions swirl in her chest. She understood his frustration; it wasn’t like either of them had asked for this situation. "I didn’t know he was going to do that," she said softly. "I’m sorry if it made things worse."

"It didn’t make things worse," Aurélien said, shaking his head. "It just put things in perspective, like I really have to punch your dad in the mouth."

A small giggle escaped her despite the threat. "We don’t have to have all the answers right now," she said after a moment, her voice gentle. "I’m still figuring this out too, you know? It’s okay if we take it one step at a time."

Aurélien gave her a small, appreciative smile. "I know," he said quietly. "I just don’t want you to feel like you’re alone in this."

Zuri's heart softened at that. "And I thank you for that."

"Y'know what would be better?"

She immediately rolled her eyes at him. Of course, his mind was always focused on one thing. "What?"

"A kiss," he replied smoothly, puckering up his full lips into an exaggerated duck face that was both charming and ridiculous.

She scoffed, her annoyance instantly melting away, and stood on her tiptoes to place a teasingly brief kiss on his lips. But when they pulled apart, Aurélien wore a slight frown, and her brows knitted together in confusion. "Are you ever satisfied?"

Kissing his teeth, he shook his head disapprovingly. "No, seriously, what was that? Next time, you have to really lay one on me."

"Aurélien!" she chastised, swatting his chest playfully, though her heart raced at his boldness.

"I’m serious," he insisted, his voice dropping an octave, "especially after my tongue has been all up inside—"

Before he could finish that thought, Zuri surged forward, capturing his lips with hers once more. This time, it was anything but chaste. Their mouths melded together with heat and desire, perfectly in sync as Aurélien's hands tightened around her waist, pulling her closer. He growled softly, deepening their kiss, his teeth grazing her bottom lip as they parted.

"Good girl," he murmured, his voice low and playful as he leaned in close, his breath warm against her ear. "Now we can have make-up sex at home."

Zuri laughed, shaking her head in disbelief. "You’re truly a mess."

"Your mess," he countered with a playful wink, squeezing her waist affectionately, the mischief in his eyes igniting something thrilling within her.

TO BE CONTINUED....

[perfecttrashface]

I often think about how Lewis said he personally called so many drivers in 2020 and personally asked them to kneel for BLM. I think about how he said he personally tried to explain the protest to them and answer all their questions. I think about how he felt when so many of them still declined. I think about how he was fined for wearing shirts for BLM. I think about how F1 stopped him from wearing a shirt that simply said "Justice for Breonna Taylor." because F1 wanted to 'de-politicise' the sport. I think about how when they asked Stefano Domenicali, the CEO of F1, about Lewis' activism, he said F1 is not racist and he does not "Percieve" the racism Lewis is talking about.

I think about how Nelson Piquet, who was fined $1 million for racially abusing Lewis on video was *banned* from the paddock. I think about how he just showed up to the paddock today clearly wearing a paddock pass and hanging out outside of Red Bull, not even hiding inside.

I think how this is all so symptomatic of how rotten to the core F1 is. How Lewis being the most successful driver in the history of the sport did not spare him from this.

[perfecttrashface]

My favorite enemies to lovers 🤭🤭🤭!!!

Also not Ocho and Lady acting like they're in a Jordi sparks music video 💀💀. Also shout out to pops for being the captain of this ship, he thinks he's slick but I see what he's doing 😏.

Once again 10/10, will read it again and again 💖.

puppy love • aurelien tchouameni (2/8)

SYNOPSIS: Ocho has a dog crush...too bad the owner hates both Aurelien and Ocho.

WARNINGS: mentions of dogs humping each other/in love, football b.s., eventual smut, eventual boyfriend!aurelien, cursing, light enemies-to-lovers, usage of the 'n' word. [if not comfortable, then don't read].

PAIRINGS: aurelien tchouameni x black!femreader (Y/N)

TAGLIST: @sucredreamer, @trenterprise, @tchouathon, @trentswrld, @f1-football-fiend, @certainsaturn, @lettersofgold, @hopefulromantic1, @foreverisntenough, @essaysbyciara, @elyseesarchive @deonn-jaelle @alika-4466 @greyishbach, @irishmanwhore, @judesbabymamas, @whoevenisthiz @kj77 @shelovesfootie @mineymak

A/N: Another Aurelien series???? Anyways, please let me know if you wish to be added/removed from the taglist. Also, as always, please like, comment, and send asks! Dividers by @inklore.

P.S.: Should I create Y/N's playlists on Spotify?

Chapter 2: Haterade

The next morning, Y/N hit the pavement for her usual jog around the neighborhood. The air was crisp, the perfect antidote to her simmering frustration. She still hadn’t gotten over that guy—Aurélien—from the park. The way he’d rolled his eyes at her and had the nerve to call her dramatic. She wasn’t dramatic. If anything, Y/N considered herself the quiet type, keeping her head down and minding her own business.

Still, his dismissive attitude pissed her off.

Pausing at a street corner, Y/N stretched her legs, glancing at her reflection in a nearby window. Her expression was still tight with irritation.

Dramatic, my ass.

She shook her head, bouncing lightly in place to keep her heart rate up. The light still hadn’t changed, so she pulled out her phone, and pressed play on her Running playlist. Victoria Monét’s smooth voice flooded her headphones, the beat instantly getting her pumped. Y/N smiled to herself, her body moving to the rhythm as she danced a little in place, forgetting the tension for a moment.

But as she waited for the light to turn green, her mind couldn’t help but wander back to Aurélien. He was attractive, she had to admit. Tall, dark-skinned, with a lanky build that still somehow looked athletic. His hair was shaped in a high taper fade, and his angular facial features made him look like he belonged in a magazine. And those full, kissable lips with that sexy accent to match? Yeah, she’d definitely noticed that, even if he was a dickhead.

He’s just another pretty boy who thinks the world revolves around him, she reminded herself. Y/N didn’t mess with dickheads. Hell, she didn’t mess with anybody lately. She wasn’t about that life, no matter how attractive the guy might be.

Maybe you should, an intrusive thought slipped into her mind. Might help ease the tension.

Y/N shook her head, squashing the thought as she jogged across the street, the light finally in her favor. Nah, I didn’t come to Madrid to mess with boys. I came here to finish my degree and make sure my family stays good. That’s all that mattered.

She kept running, the familiar rhythm of her feet hitting the pavement grounding her. By the time she circled back to her house, her mood had leveled out.

Home. It wasn’t much, but it was cozy, a small rented townhouse on the outskirts of the city, close enough to campus but far enough to give her some peace.

Stepping inside, she was immediately greeted by the familiar scent of breakfast from earlier and the faint hum of the TV in the living room. Y/N closed the door behind her, peeling off her running shoes as she climbed the stairs, only to be met by her little brother, Sutton, standing at the top, already grinning.

Sutton wrapped his arms around her waist in a hug. Y/N rolled her eyes, knowing that look. He wanted something.

Sutton pulled back slightly, the grin on his face widening.

"What do you want, brat?" she signed to him with a shake of her head.

"Can you buy me more Roblox money?" he signed back, his face lighting up like Christmas.

Y/N groaned. Of course. "Is that all I’m good for? Roblox or Fortnite re-ups?" she signed, playfully exasperated.

Sutton giggled, the sound making her heart soften a little. "No," he signed, then added with a mischievous smirk, "And making good sandwiches."

Y/N nudged him gently out of her way, walking toward her room. "Please," Sutton begged, this time using his actual speaking voice. There was barely any strain to it. He had been practicing more lately, and it was paying off.

She turned back, signing, "Fine, but this one time, okay? Also, take a shower—you stink."

Sutton’s eyes gleamed with mischief. "I can say the same about you," he signed back, ducking his head before Y/N could swat at him. She playfully mushed his head before stepping into his room, a complete disaster zone.

Clothes were thrown haphazardly across the floor, old snack bags lay on the dresser, and his bed wasn’t even made. "Clean this up first," she signed, raising an eyebrow at him. Sutton immediately gave her a mock salute before getting to work, knowing better than to argue.

Y/N quickly grabbed the PS5 controller and bought him the Roblox bucks he wanted, deleting her card information right after—he wasn’t slick. With that task done, she made her way to her own room, feeling the sweat clinging to her skin from the run.

She tossed her headphones onto her bed, grabbed a towel, and headed to the bathroom.

Shower time.

The day wasn’t over yet, and she still had things to take care of—just like always. Since their mom passed, Y/N had slipped into the caretaker role for Sutton, SJ, and their dad. She wasn’t just their sister anymore; she was like a second mom, making sure the house was clean, cooking dinner, ensuring the boys stayed alive and somewhat functional.

But for now, she let herself enjoy the simple comfort of a hot shower, washing away the morning’s frustration.

Y/N turned on her Shower Vibes playlist, immediately engulfed by the pounding intro of Meek Mill's "Dreams & Nightmares." The energy hit her right in the chest as she grabbed her loofah and began lathering herself up, rapping along with the track. “When I bought the Rolls Royce, they thought it was leased…” she spit the lyrics with the same intensity as if she was the one who’d just made it out of Philly’s toughest streets.

She felt every word. Meek’s voice fueled her, the bass reverberating through the bathroom as the hot water hit her skin. The frustration she had been carrying since that run started melting away with each bar. This was her therapy.

“I don't say a word, I don't say a word…”

Suddenly, a sharp knock broke through her focus, followed by more insistent banging on the door.

"Siri, pause the music," Y/N called out, rolling her eyes in annoyance as she wrapped a towel around herself and cracked the bathroom door open.

Standing there, her twin brother, SJ, was tapping his foot impatiently, his face already showing that signature pout he had whenever he wanted something.

"Nigga, what the heck are you doing banging on the door?" she asked, irritation heavy in her voice.

"I gotta pee, and you're taking forever," SJ complained, his tone whiny as he looked past her into the steamy bathroom.

Y/N was about to clap back with some snarky remark about his lack of bladder control, but the words died in her throat when she noticed the slight redness around his eyes. She leaned forward a bit, sniffing the air, and caught that familiar scent.

"The fuck? Are you high, SJ?" she asked, narrowing her eyes at him.

"Yo, you're too loud!" he hissed, quickly covering her mouth and glancing nervously down the hall to make sure their dad wasn’t around. His whole body tensed, clearly panicking. Y/N bit his hand, making him yelp and pull back. "Ouch!"

"That’s what you get for putting your nasty hands on my face," she scowled at him. "What the hell are you doing getting high, SJ? If Dad finds out—"

"Dad ain't even around to notice, Y/N. Quit bitchin', man."

Y/N blinked, stunned. Did he just call me a bitch? Her brows shot up in disbelief. "Did you just call me a bitch?"

SJ sighed, shaking his head. "No, I said you're bitchin'—as in complainin', naggin' on a nigga," he clarified, trying to sound casual about it. "Like I said, Dad's too busy to worry 'bout us, 'specially with this new job of his."

Y/N crossed her arms, her anger brewing again. Oh, so this was what it was about. The new job had him working nonstop. Their father wasn’t just any physio; he was the head physio for one of the biggest football clubs in Madrid, constantly traveling, managing high-pressure situations with elite athletes. It wasn’t like SJ fully grasped the impact their father was making in sports. To SJ, Dad’s absence was just an opportunity to slack off.

"So you thought getting high was the move?" Y/N asked, not even giving him time to answer before continuing. "This isn’t Philly, SJ. You could get in trouble here."

"Nah, 'cause weed's basically legal here—I looked it up," he said with a dopey grin, proud of himself for the bare minimum of research.

Y/N wasn’t surprised. Sure, her brother was a lazy fuck, but he wasn’t a stupid lazy fuck. There was always some girl—or a quick Google search—keeping him from totally failing at life. Still, she wasn’t impressed.

"So that gives you a pass?" she shot back, rolling her eyes. "Y'know how Dad feels about drugs in the house."

"Nah, nah, it wasn’t even like that, lil' sis. I went to one of those weed lounges, so we straight," he said, trying to smooth it over like it wasn’t a big deal. "Anyways, can I take a leak or not?"

Y/N gave him a baffled expression. "No. I'm using this bathroom. Go use the downstairs one."

SJ sucked his teeth, wiping his face with his hand in exaggerated annoyance. "Dad’ll be home any minute, man. You know how he freaks out."

"Of course I do, dickhead. I literally just warned—" Y/N took a deep breath, trying to rein in her vexation. "Y’know what? I’m done. Use the bathroom and wash up too."

SJ grinned, clearly having gotten what he wanted. “Good lookin' out, lil' sis,” he said, shoving past her and into the bathroom. Y/N quickly grabbed her portable speaker and phone from the counter.

"Suck my dick," Y/N shot back with a smirk as she left, enjoying the shocked laugh that burst from her brother.

"You wildin', man," SJ laughed as he closed the door behind him.

Y/N shook her head, heading back to her room. She still had to finish her morning routine—skincare, brushing her teeth, and maybe waxing later. Typical SJ, always barging into her peace with his nonsense. But she loved him. Still, she wasn’t about to let him skate by that easily. He owed her one, whether SJ liked it or not.

Aurélien gripped the pull-up bar tightly, feeling the familiar burn in his biceps and shoulders as he hoisted himself up, his chin clearing the bar in smooth, controlled movements. His home gym was bathed in the morning light streaming through the windows, but his mind was everywhere but on the reps. He exhaled sharply, thinking about the upcoming match against Real Sociedad. It was going to be a tough one, and he needed to be on top of his game.

His foot still ached sometimes from that old sprain. Just a subtle reminder of how quickly things could go sideways in football. One wrong step and everything could change. He’d been cautious, easing back into training, but the worry never fully left his mind. He had to be sharp, fast, and at his best—no room for doubt. There was too much riding on his performance, especially with Shawn on the team. Having him at Real Madrid was invaluable, and Aurélien knew how much he appreciated Shawn’s insight and leadership. The guy had been a game-changer, both on and off the pitch. Football came first; nothing else could get in the way.

Nothing, especially not Y/N.

Aurélien's jaw tightened as he dropped down from the bar, grabbing a towel to wipe the sweat from his brow. He’d been thinking about her way too much lately, and it wasn’t helping his focus. She was off-limits, plain and simple. He didn't have time to get wrapped up in whatever tension had been brewing between them. He wasn’t even sure what the hell her problem was. Sure, he had called her dramatic, but she was acting like he’d committed some major offense.

Dramatic, he thought again, shaking his head.

As he walked toward the treadmill, Ocho sat by the window with his chin resting on the sill, looking out like a heartbroken lover. The dog’s usual playful demeanor had been replaced with this almost zombie-like state. He wasn’t running around the house or following Aurélien with that happy tail wag. Instead, he just sat there, his eyes droopy and sad.

Aurélien sighed, pausing for a moment to glance over at Ocho. He had read something online about dogs getting depressed when they missed someone. But who the hell could Ocho be missing this much? It wasn’t until it hit him that the last time Ocho had seen Lady, Y/N’s dog, was that day at the park. Since then, Ocho had been in this weird funk. Could a dog have a girlfriend?

Aurélien let out a short, disbelieving laugh. It didn’t seem possible, but Ocho had been acting like Lady was the love of his life. He’d been whining constantly, glancing toward the door like he expected her to just walk in at any moment. It was ridiculous, but at the same time, he couldn’t ignore how miserable his dog had been. Ocho must really like Lady—a lot.

"Well, guess I have to deal with it," Aurélien muttered under his breath. He wasn’t about to let his dog suffer over some puppy love, no matter how ridiculous it sounded. Which meant… he was going to have to deal with Y/N, too.

Great.

He hopped on the treadmill and pressed a few buttons, trying to keep his focus on his pace and not on the growing headache that came with the thought of having to talk to her. He didn’t have to like her, but for Ocho’s sake, they’d have to work something out. Maybe they could set up some kind of playdate for the dogs—at least let them run around together for a bit. Aurélien had had it up to here with Ocho’s constant whining and those sad puppy eyes.

The last thing he wanted to do was get closer to Y/N, but if it meant Ocho stopped acting like he’d been dumped, then maybe a truce was in order. They didn’t have to be friends, but at least they could find some middle ground where their dogs could hang out. And after that? Back to business. He didn’t have time for distractions.

He increased the treadmill speed, pushing himself harder as the rhythm of his footsteps echoed in the room. Football first. Always. But even as he tried to center his thoughts back on the upcoming match, Y/N’s face flashed in his mind—annoyed, stubborn, beautiful in a way that he couldn’t quite shake.

He growled under his breath and focused on the sprint. Get it together, Aurélien. Focus.

Aurélien finished his set on the treadmill, his muscles burning with exertion, sweat dripping down his face. The workout had done little to clear his mind, though. Y/N still lingered at the edges of his thoughts, no matter how much he tried to push them aside. He sighed heavily, grabbing his towel and draping it over his shoulder.

"Allez, Ocho," he called, glancing toward his dog who was still sitting by the window, looking utterly heartbroken.

Ocho slowly lifted his head, his tail wagging just a bit at the sound of Aurélien’s voice, but the excitement was short-lived. His tail dropped, and he let out another sad whine before following Aurélien out of the gym and up the stairs.

Aurélien stopped in the kitchen, opening a box of Ocho's favorite treats. He grabbed one, turning to his dog and waving it in front of him. "Qui est un bon garçon, hein?" (Who's a good, handsome boy?) Aurélien said, his voice light, trying to coax a bit of energy back into his dog.

Ocho sniffed the treat but didn’t even lift his head. Instead, he let out a long, mournful whine, his big brown eyes filled with sadness as he rested his head on the floor.

Aurélien blinked, baffled. "Oh non, Ocho… tu ne veux pas une friandise?" (Oh no, Ocho… you don't want a treat?) he asked, shaking the treat in front of him again.

Ocho let out another pitiful whine, followed by a soft, drawn-out howl that almost sounded like a plea. Aurélien could only shake his head.

"Tu manques ta copine?" (You miss your girl?) he asked with a hint of disbelief. Ocho responded with a louder whine, his body sinking further into the floor like his very soul was hurting.

Aurélien scoffed, tossing the treat back into the box. "Sérieusement? Qu'est-ce que vous faites dans ces buissons?" (Seriously? What have you two been doing in those bushes?) he muttered, an amused grin tugging at his lips despite the ridiculousness of the situation.

His mind wandered back to the park. Ocho and Lady always ran off together, disappearing into the bushes while Aurélien watched from afar. What the hell were they even doing back there? Chasing squirrels? Or were they really looking for a more quiet spot to… Aurélien frowned, shaking his head as he realized what his brain was suggesting. Were they hooking up?

"Non, impossible." (No, impossible.) He chuckled to himself, but the thought stayed. Could dogs really fall in love like this? Ocho had never acted like this over anyone before. Then again, Aurélien had never seen Lady with any other dog, either. Maybe Ocho was just that smitten with her.

Either way, Ocho was in pain, and Aurélien couldn’t stand seeing his dog like this. Whatever Ocho and Lady had going on, they were going to need some serious help. A truce between him and Y/N was now non-negotiable.

"Mon pauvre garçon…" (My poor boy…) Aurélien murmured, crouching down to scratch behind Ocho’s ears. Ocho nudged into his hand, letting out a soft sigh.

"C'est bon, on va arranger ça." (It's okay, we'll fix this.) Aurélien said softly, standing up. He wasn't sure what kind of agreement he could strike with Y/N, but he was willing to try for Ocho's sake. He wasn’t about to let his dog go out like this.

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A few days after Real Madrid's solid win against Real Sociedad, Aurélien finally had a day off to catch his breath. He called Shawn yesterday, and still felt a mix of relief and unease about the conversation they’d had. Clearing the air with Y/N wasn’t something he had ever expected to do, but Shawn had been understanding when Aurélien insisted this wasn’t some ploy to run game with his daughter. Quite the opposite, actually—he just wanted Ocho and Lady to hang out again.

Shawn had revealed that Lady had been acting just as sad as Ocho. He’d even chuckled and mentioned how Lady had been sitting by the window every day, whining and glancing outside as if waiting for Ocho to show up. "I’ll talk to Y/N," Shawn had said, "and give her your number. You two can sort it out."

And that’s how Aurélien found himself sitting next to Ocho now, who looked just as miserable as before.

"J'ai une surprise pour toi," (I have a surprise for you) Aurélien said softly, reaching down and rubbing Ocho’s head. His dog barely moved, just letting out a soft, sad huff in response.

Aurélien gave him a look, knowing that the poor guy had been in this slump for days. But things were about to change. He glanced over at the park entrance just as Y/N walked in with Lady, the dog prancing beside her, proudly sporting a new pink collar and matching lead. Ocho’s ears perked up the moment he saw her, and for the first time in days, he barked excitedly.

Lady let out an equally excited yip, tugging at her lead as Y/N tried to keep control. "Lady, now you know—" Y/N began to scold her dog, but her words trailed off as she watched Ocho and Lady eagerly sniff each other before Ocho gave her a gentle lick on the nose.

Y/N sighed, clearly giving up on trying to control Lady’s enthusiasm as she unhooked the lead. The moment she did, the two dogs bolted off, playing and chasing each other as if they hadn’t spent the last week pining for one another.

Aurélien couldn’t help but laugh softly, watching the dogs with a mix of relief and amusement. He gestured to the bench, and Y/N reluctantly sat down, keeping a decent distance from him.

He stole a sidelong glance at her, noticing how her athletic shorts and cropped top hugged her curves in all the right places. She wore a zip-up jacket over her top, and her braids were piled high on her head in their usual fashion. This time, though, she wore glasses. He hadn't seen that before.

"I didn’t know you wore glasses," he said, trying to make some light conversation.

"Yeah, I do," Y/N replied flatly, barely turning to look at him.

They sat in silence for a few minutes, watching their dogs romp around the park, but the tension between them was palpable. Aurélien tried again to break the ice, throwing out a few comments about the weather and their dogs, but Y/N barely acknowledged him. Finally, he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.

"What’s your problem?" he asked bluntly, unable to stand the cold shoulder any longer.

Y/N turned to him with a sharp look. "My problem? First of all, your dog humped my dog, and then you had the nerve to call me dramatic for being upset about it."

Aurélien blinked, realizing what she was referring to. "Look, I’m sorry about that," he said quickly, holding up his hands. "I didn’t mean any ill intent. But come on, you were doing the most for something both of them were into. It’s not like Lady was just sitting there.” He pointed toward the two dogs, who were now happily sniffing each other’s butts without a care in the world.

Y/N let out a huff but softened just a little. "I guess I shouldn’t have gotten that worked up…" she admitted, her tone quieter. She glanced over at Lady, her face shifting into something more vulnerable. "Lady’s my baby. She’s… she’s one of the last gifts my mom gave me before she passed away."

Aurélien’s chest tightened at that, feeling an unexpected wave of sympathy. "I’m really sorry," he said gently. "I get it. I know how it feels to be a dog parent. They grow up so fast… but seeing them happy like this is what matters."

Y/N nodded, her expression softening even more. Aurélien grinned, trying to lighten the mood. "And I promise, Ocho’s a good boy. I raised him right. He’ll treat Lady like the queen she is."

That earned him a small laugh from Y/N, and he felt a flicker of pride at being able to crack her tough exterior. Her smile lit up her whole face, and before he could stop himself, he blurted out, "You’re prettier when you smile."

Y/N’s smile faded, and she turned to him with an incredulous look. "Excuse me?"

Aurélien mentally cursed himself. The last thing he wanted was to spark another argument. "Don’t tell me you’re getting mad about me calling you pretty?" he said, exasperated.

"It’s not that," Y/N said, her voice firm. "It’s the implication that I’m only pretty when I smile, like I have to perform happiness for you."

Aurélien let out a frustrated groan, kissing his teeth. "Oh my God, can we not do this? Our dogs are happy, and you’re getting too worked up over a harmless compliment."

Y/N narrowed her eyes at him. "I’m not getting worked up. Do you know how many times I’ve heard stuff like that? ‘Oh, smile girl, you look grumpy,’ or ‘You’re too pretty to be mad.’" She deepened her voice, mimicking the way men usually spoke to her. "It’s demeaning."

Aurélien had to bite back a laugh at her impression, though he understood where she was coming from. Still, this woman was driving him up a wall. "Okay, but I didn’t mean it like that," he said, trying to be reasonable. "You didn’t have to go off in an unnecessary rant about being catcalled—"

"Unnecessary? Are you—" Y/N stopped herself, taking a deep breath. "Lady, sweetie, it’s time to go home!" she called out, standing up abruptly.

"Merde," Aurélien muttered under his breath, frustrated with himself. He reached out and gently touched her arm. "Y/N, come on," he said softly. "Please. Just sit down. Let’s talk about our dogs, okay? We came here for them."

Y/N shot him a sharp look but sighed and sat back down. Aurélien could feel the tension in her shoulders and saw the exhaustion in her eyes. She’d been through a lot, that much was obvious. Losing her mother, moving across the world, juggling school—he couldn’t imagine how much she had on her plate. But right now, their main priority was keeping the dogs happy.

"Let’s just keep things cool for them, alright?" Aurélien said, glancing over at Ocho and Lady, who were now rolling in the grass, blissfully unaware of the human drama playing out around them. "That's all that matters." He couldn't help but smile at how peaceful they looked, the tension between him and Y/N forgotten for just a moment. Then, an idea hit him. "You know," he began, his voice casual, "I think Ocho and Lady should hang out more often."

Y/N raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. "Oh? And how exactly do you see that happening?"

"We could set up playdates," Aurélien suggested, leaning back a little, a spark of amusement in his eyes. "Or even better… sleepovers."

Y/N let out a short, incredulous laugh. "Sleepovers? You’re kidding, right?"

Aurélien shook his head, completely serious. "Not at all. Think about it—they’re basically together at this point. Why not let them have some extra time to bond? It’s only fair, considering how much they miss each other when they’re apart."

Y/N stared at him in disbelief. "You're suggesting that our dogs… have sleepovers?"

He nodded, looking entirely unbothered. "Yeah, why not? They’ve already been acting like a couple. It’s only logical."

Y/N let out another chortle, shaking her head. "That sounds insane. They're dogs, not kids planning a slumber party."

But Aurélien doubled down, leaning forward with a playful grin. "I’ve given it a lot of thought, actually. Ocho clearly adores Lady, and she seems pretty attached to him too. It’s not as crazy as it sounds." He paused for effect before adding, "Even your dad agreed with me."

Y/N blinked, her mouth falling open slightly. "My father agreed to this?"

Aurélien nodded, looking pleased with himself. "Yep. Shawn said he thought it was a good idea. Said it might help with Lady’s loneliness."

Y/N narrowed her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. "Still not happening, Aurélien."

He laughed softly, leaning back with a casual shrug. "You’ll come around. Just wait until you see how much happier Lady is after a few hangouts."

Y/N rolled her eyes, but despite herself, she couldn’t hide the small smile tugging at her lips. "You’re absolutely ridiculous, you know that?"

"Maybe," Aurélien said with a smug grin. "But I’m right about this. Just wait."

Y/N gave him a side-eye but didn’t bother arguing any further. Maybe the idea of doggie sleepovers was ridiculous—but there was no denying how happy Lady seemed to be with Ocho around. Even if she wouldn’t admit it, part of her liked the idea of them hanging out more. Just not too much more.

"And if our dogs are going to be hanging out together, you should at least know how to say my name correctly,” Aurélien said, fixing Y/N with a playful but pointed look. "It’s Aw-ree-le-an, not Ah-reel-lian. You’re butchering the shit out of it."

Y/N’s eyes widened slightly, then narrowed as she shot back with a smirk. "Same goes for you too. But don’t get mad at me just because your name’s hard to pronounce. Who even says it like that anyway?"

"French people do," he replied with a cocky grin, crossing his arms as if he’d won the argument already. "And you wish your name was as cool as mine."

"Bullshit," Y/N said, shaking her head.

Aurélien leaned in slightly, and kissed his teeth in annoyance. "You know it’s true. Just admit it. My name sounds like royalty—yours is just… basic."

Y/N rolled her eyes dramatically. "Please. Your name is a mouthful, and no one outside of France is saying it right. I bet even your teammates struggle."

Aurélien let out a chuckle. "They do, but that’s their problem. You? You should be better than that, especially if we’re going to be around each other more often."

Y/N raised an eyebrow. "Is that so? Well, Aw-ree-le-an, I’ll try my best. But I make no promises."

Aurélien gave her a playful wink. "You better. I won’t let you keep messing it up."

Y/N scoffed at the title he gave her. "Don’t push it."

"Hey, if our dogs are basically dating, that makes us dog parents-in-law. You better get used to it,” Aurélien teased, enjoying the banter between them.

Y/N shook her head, laughing softly. "Whatever helps you sleep at night, Aw-ree-le-an." Y/N stood up, brushing the dirt off her shorts as she glanced at Aurélien one last time. "Alright, I’ve gotta head out. But I’ll let you know when Lady can hang out with Ocho again," she said, her voice neutral but her gaze sharp.

"Bye, hater…" Aurélien called after her, settling back into his seat on the bench, legs stretched out wide in an exaggerated manspread, arms draped casually across the back. His smirk was infuriatingly confident.

Y/N froze for a second, narrowing her eyes. "You must really want your ass beat, huh?" she shot back.

He shrugged, his smirk deepening. "Name the time and place."

What a fucking asshole, Y/N thought, clenching her jaw as she walked over to Lady. She clipped the leash onto her collar, and of course, Lady put up a small protest, whining and glancing back at Ocho as if they were tearing her away from her soulmate.

"We’ll see him and his annoying-ass owner soon, baby. Let’s get a treat," Y/N muttered under her breath. The word 'treat' instantly snapped Lady’s attention back. She let out a happy yip and gave Ocho a parting lick on the face before trotting obediently next to Y/N.

"Don’t forget to text me about the doggie sleepover, Y/N!" Aurélien called out as she walked away. Y/N didn’t even bother to look back; instead, she lifted her hand and flipped him the bird, her middle finger a clear response. His deep chuckle followed her, adding to her irritation.

Y/N inhaled deeply, forcing herself to exhale slowly as they exited the park. Aurélien was so damn cocky, so insufferably full of himself. His arrogance, that smug grin, the way he acted like everything he said was charming—it got under her skin in a way she hated to admit.

But she was doing this for Lady, not herself. Lady deserved to be happy, and if that meant dealing with Aurélien and his ridiculous dog-parenting antics, so be it.

Still, the thought lingered as she adjusted her grip on Lady’s leash, her fingers flexing a little. Wouldn’t it be great to just rock him right in his big-ass mouth? Just once?

Y/N sat at her desk, laptop open, camera on, though her gaze wandered. She wasn’t sure if therapy was supposed to make her feel better, but lately, it hadn’t. The video feed of her psychiatrist, Dr. Morgan, looked back at her, full of concerned patience.

"You’re clearly stressed, Y/N. Your anxiety’s been through the roof. This isn’t healthy for a 22-year-old. Have you thought about trying meditation? Yoga? Anything to relax?"

Y/N crossed her arms and scoffed. "I’m not stressed, Dr. Morgan, I’m pissed."

Dr. Morgan paused and tilted her head. "Why are you pissed?"

Y/N stared at the screen, her lips pressing into a thin line. The reasons whirled around in her mind, but none of them made it out of her mouth. Because mom died too soon. Because since then, I had to carry everyone else’s burdens— dad’s grief, Sutton’s needs. And moving to Madrid? Who would’ve taken care of them if I’d stayed in Philly?

There was no room for her own needs, no space to breathe, to just be a 22-year-old college senior.

"I don’t know," she muttered, unwilling to voice the chaotic swirl in her head.

Dr. Morgan’s voice softened. "Y/N, you need to step back. You’re acting like a surrogate mother to your family. You have to let yourself be a young adult, to be a student. Consider hiring help, a maid or a nanny, just to take off some of the load."

Y/N sighed but said nothing. She had been slacking on making friends since her mother passed, but who had time for that now?

"Grief affects everyone differently," Dr. Morgan continued. "But what you’re doing isn’t sustainable or healthy."

Y/N offered a curt nod, and with that, they hung up. She slammed her laptop shut, the sound echoing through her room, her frustration simmering. Just as she was about to throw herself onto her bed, there was a knock on her door.

"Come in," she called, pressing the small button on her bedside table that indicated it was safe to enter. She expected Sutton, but it was her dad who poked his head in.

"Hey, just checking on you," he said, stepping inside.

"I’m fine, Daddy," Y/N replied, her voice tight, though she was trying to sound reassuring.

Her dad frowned. "You always say that, Y/N. Listen, I appreciate everything you’ve done around here, but why don’t you go hang out with your friends or something?"

Y/N rolled her eyes. "Jesus Christ, Dad, not right now."

"My bad," he said, putting his hands up in surrender. "But for real, Y/N. Go out, do something for you. Go shopping or something."

She raised a brow. "Are you going to give me your AmEx, then?" She was half-joking, but what came next shocked her.

"If that gets you out of the house, then sure." He reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. Y/N’s mouth dropped open as he handed her the card. "You’re basically an accountant, and you’ve always been good with money," he said with a shrug. "If there’s anyone I trust with my credit card, it’s you."

"Really?" Y/N asked, taking the card, unsure whether to laugh or protest.

Her dad nodded. "Go out, spoil yourself a bit. SJ can watch Sutton, or we can get that part-time nanny I’ve been talking about."

"I don’t know about a nanny…"

"He’s eleven, Y/N, not a baby. He’s smart. We can get someone to help out, offset some of the responsibility."

"We’ll see," she said, tucking the card into her jacket pocket.

Her dad lingered for a moment longer. "Anyway, how did things go with Aurélien and Ocho?"

Y/N groaned. "He wants the dogs to have sleepovers."

Her dad grinned. "That’s a good idea."

"He told me you liked the idea, too."

"Of course I do. Gives Lady more socializing skills."

"Or lets her get humped by that damn dog of his," Y/N muttered.

Her dad just shrugged. "Dogs are dogs. Maybe you should go with her."

"Excuse me?"

“I meant hang out with Aurélien. Him, Cama, and Jude are good guys. You need friends, Y/N."

"Guy friends though? Aren’t you worried about that?"

"Nah. I already gave them a warning. Told them you’re off-limits."

"Daddy!" Y/N exclaimed, horrified. "What the hell?"

"What? They know what’s up. But if you ever wanted to go down that route, you’re grown."

Y/N stared at him in disbelief. "Wait… so I can make a move, but they can’t? Isn’t that messed up?"

Her dad just shrugged again. "It is what it is. But seriously, Aurélien’s dope. You two are more similar than you think."

He left the room with that parting comment, leaving Y/N to groan in frustration. Of course her dad liked Aurélien, while all she saw was an arrogant nuisance. Still, she reached into her pocket and felt the cool plastic of the AmEx.

"Well, screw it," she muttered. "At least I can buy some new shoes."

Grabbing her sneakers and car keys, Y/N headed downstairs, ready to burn a hole in her dad’s pockets at the shops. A little retail therapy couldn’t hurt, right?

TO BE CONTINUED....

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