Striker of The Gods

The party continued that afternoon, where Michaela invited over Xabi, Vini, Mbappe, and Bellingham. As laughter filled the air, the group enjoyed games and shared stories, creating unforgettable memories. The vibrant atmosphere was only enhanced by the delicious food and lively music that kept everyone dancing late into the night.

At first, it was just Michaela and Keyla dancing for Caos, who just turned 18, kissing his biceps and chest when hugging him. As the night wore on, more friends joined the dance floor, eager to celebrate Caos’s milestone. The energy was infectious, and soon everyone was singing along to their favorite songs, lost in the joy of the moment.

”This is just the beginning, my Caos. I have prepared it out of my love for you,” says Keyla, hugging and climbing on Chaos, making Chaos feel that furious passion for football he has when being on the field.

”Oh, that is overly sweet of you. I really missed you as well, you lovely Spanish girls.” Says Caos, grabbing her by one of her legs and kissing her forehead after feeling her abundant busty figure on his chest.

”Oh, my sweetie. Amo te. Sei la mia luce. You are everything to us, Caos.” Michaela looks at Caos with all her love, embracing him from behind.

Someone knocks on the door, interrupting their best moment. Caos frowned slightly, reluctant to break the tender moment. He turned his head to glance at the door, a mix of curiosity and annoyance crossing his features, before whispering, ”I wonder who that could be at such an hour.” Michaela tightened her grip, as if to say that nothing outside mattered more than the warmth they shared in that instant.

”CAOS. ABRID LA PUERTA. QUE TE HEMOS TRAIDO LA AFICION.” Says Xabi Alonso, catching their attention. The unexpected shout echoed through the quiet room, shattering the intimacy they had just shared. With a sigh, he reluctantly pulled away, the warmth of Michaela’s presence lingering as he moved toward the door, curiosity now outweighing his earlier annoyance.

Caos performs a backflip and then opens the door out of his curiosity, looking at Xabi, who hugs him instantly.

All right, Caos. Let’s say you’re at a worldwide celebration. The stadium is full of girls of all shapes and sizes. You see blondes, brunettes, redheads, and a few girls with black hair. Some are talkative, while others appear timid. You’ve one girl who fits your profile—attractive, intelligent, and vulnerable. How do you let her know you’re interested?

”Single her out. Talk to her.” says Caos, shaking his head.

”Good. Now for the big question—how do you know if she’s game or if she wants you to move on?” says Xabi Alonso, putting him in a headlock.

”I study her. I figure out what she’s thinking and feeling. She’s not going to come right out and tell me, which is why I have to pay attention. Does she turn her body toward mine? Does she hold my eyes, then look away? Does she bite her lip and play with her hair, the way Nora is doing right now?” says Caos, laughing at the question. He leans back slightly, his grin widening as he continues. ”It’s all about the little signs, the subtle cues that reveal her true emotions. If you can decode those, you can anticipate her next move and maybe even win her over.”

To be continued…