My Love Journey's
Watching The Practice

I was in a situation I had never experienced before; walking with two well-built men who led me to a door at the end of the corridor. All I know is that I'm here to watch the German national football team training session. And the situation in the elevator felt like I had been stuck there for centuries.

I read Paul's last message, trying to convince myself once again that I would sit in the stands quietly and hope to see Valerie, because he's the only one I know here besides Paul.

From: Paul: Don't worry, you'll be fine, love. I can't wait to see you x

Paul sent that message about an hour ago, and now he must have been on the pitch because I was late.

The door in front of me was opened by one of the security guards, but I was so shocked to find the strangest sight I had ever witnessed in my entire life. Most of the women standing there seem to be very passionate about plastic surgery and almost all of them do that. For the first time in my life, I saw so many cleavages plastered in a way that was very challenging for men.

"Hey, Bianka!" Valerie walked up to me, directly enveloping me with one warm hug. I know he's been through what I felt in the early days of his relationship with Carl, and clearly knows how I feel now.

"Hey," I smiled as soon as our embrace slipped. "What is this place?"

I only found out after we got out the door. Our position was really high, on a large green field, lined with a wall of glass. The most perfect point to watch the whole match. There was a table full of snacks and a few bottles of champagne.

"Love, wife, affair, or whoever the athletes want, come to this place to watch them train or compete. They don't come all the time, but today is an exception..." Valerie smiled broadly as she offered me a glass of champagne.

"Exception to what?" I asked as we stepped past some women who were chatting, heading to the glass wall of the barrier.

I watched the men who were kicking the ball, and they looked so small, a coach seemed to be instructing something with his hands moving around.

"It's their last day of training before going to the World Cup" he said cheerfully, as if it was nothing. But this is serious enough for me because Paul hasn't discussed this with me.

"Ah, yes, of course." I nodded my head, feeling foreign to myself because this place was filled with women with unusually large breasts.

"Look, it's Paul," I followed Valerie's index finger. Even though he is very small, I can still recognize him well.

I don't know what he's doing, it's kind of a tactic, but I can still see and understand all his movements in their training process. He dominated the game easily, just like he always did to me.

Then I realized how important football is to Paul, and he is the assistant captain of the national team. He really deserves some kind of attention from almost all the fans in the world, because he is great.

"He's so great" I said, sipping champagne.

"Are you Paul's girl?" the voice of a woman was heard from behind us.

I had no idea how her personality was through her somewhat sarcastic tone of speech, and when I turned around, I almost jumped up when faced with two pairs of jumbo-sized chests right in front of my face.

"I'm not his girl." I said politely to a tall, dark-haired woman. "We're just dating."

Another woman beside him just nodded, looking not too interested in what I just said.

"You must be pretty good in bed if you can get him to bend his knees like that" he watched me from head to toe, then his gaze stopped on my chest and he laughed. "I can't believe this, how could Paul submit to a dull man while I've been trying to give him something more." He laughed again.

"Oh," I don't have to say what to respond to it.

My chest is small, nothing compared to the other women here, but I can catch something from her words. She's a bar-bar woman! If he's here because one of Paul's friends invited him, why would he try to lure Paul in?

Valerie was still standing next to me.

"Don't listen to him, he thinks too well of himself." A man approached us, standing in front of the bar-bar woman. Blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and a charming smile seemed to adorn his face.

"Paul will come back to me, just like before." The woman spoke again then snorted and stepped away from us.

I smiled at the man who had just joined while muttering thanks.

"Oh, okay. The process of abandonment begins." I said with a smile and took a sip of champagne. Valerie and the man chuckled.

"You know Felix? He's my lover and a close friend of Paul's." he murmured again.

Same-sex relationships are nothing new to me, especially since I moved to Germany. It was a bit surprising at first, but slowly I began to understand the lifestyle of the people here.

"Sorry, I don't know. I'm a newcomer here." I'm shaking. "By the way, I'm Bianka. It's nice to see you."

"Oh, my gosh, I haven't even introduced myself yet." She grinned, swept her hands over her blonde hair. "I'm Reddington."

"Good name," I murmured, sipping champagne again while hearing the swarm of women with outstanding looks behind us gossiping cheerfully, of course, I was the center of their conversation.

"You can call him Red" Valerie muttered as she hugged Red's arm.

"okay."

We chatted while watching the athletes train. It started getting boring after a while, but watching Paul was a little comforting to me. She's very sexy playing down there. Paul stands out more among the other players, not because I like him, but I can say his ability to play football is amazing.

Valerie, Red, and I stepped out first from the lounge as soon as the athletes left the field and headed to the dressing room.

"I bet their relationship won't last long." I heard the voice of the bar-bar woman talking to her friend, I think she spent too much champagne thinking of me.

"I agree, Paul just wants to fuck her. At least last a week." Another woman replied to him, and instantly my heart shrank.

I let them. There's Valerie and Red next to me, so fuck the other guys who tried to take me down. We continued walking until we arrived at a fairly large corridor.

As we stood there, we chatted quietly while the hordes of women filled every corner of the place with their loud voices and laughter.

"Bianka's."

I turned my head towards the crowd of the woman when I heard a voice I was very familiar with. Suddenly the uncomfortable situation I felt since just disappeared. Muttering 'sorry' with a movement of his mouth, Paul hurriedly walked past them and approached me.

He was wearing a grey T-shirt and matching sports pants, his hair was still wet, while one black bag hung over his shoulder. Before I could catch the envious and disgusted look of that bunch of fake-chested women, Paul was already standing in front of me, cupping my face and kissing my lips.

"Hey," she smiled as soon as our kiss came off. "Are you okay?"

"Yes,"

"Why hurry, anyway?" Another man stood up and asked Paul. "Hey, babe." She hugged Red's waist and kissed him.

This must be Felix. I recognised. He was one of Paul's friends I saw in the hospital when we first met because of a concussion. God, it feels like it's been a long time.

"You must be Bianka, I remember seeing you in the hospital." He smiled at me. "Paul never stops talking about you..."

"Shut up!" Paul punched his arm once and then chuckled.

I returned his smile. "You Felix? It's nice to see you."

"Before we go, love." I looked back at Paul. "I want to introduce you to my team-mates." Then he grabbed my hand, then led me through the crowd of women I had wanted to avoid the most since.

I grinned happily, rubbing his arm as we walked.