You were the lover of the famous Spanish footballer Alvaro Morata, his wife Alice Campello didn't know anything. Morata always found an excuse to see you, and... well, do things...

Right now you were in the hotel bed, both of you covered by the sheets naked, you leaning on Alvaro's chest and he hugging you with one arm, drawing circles on your back with his thumb.

"In a couple of days I have to go, the World Cup starts and I have to travel for a while."