“You’re the best.” He rolled onto his back next to you when he finished. He let out a sigh and rested his arm on his head.

It wasn’t a lie if they said you were one of all of Oliver’s trophies. He had you to spend time with, just like any other woman.

You met him at his last U-20 game, you became his fan, you got to meet him in person and the story tells itself… Hotels weren’t your favorite places after a party, but he paid for it.

Your hand pulled up the white sheets that were at your feet and covered your bare chest, holding it. You approached him, and ran your other hand through his hairy chest.

“Will I see you again tomorrow?” You commented, looking into his eyes. Oliver stayed silent, looking at the ceiling and putting his arm behind his head.

Well, Aiku didn’t expect that. You were just another one, and he usually left it here, in a hotel, as a passing memory.