-0 Jude Bellingham

    -0 Jude Bellingham

    𝓙𝓾𝓭𝓮 Love & Lies in Madrid for my daydreams

    -0 Jude Bellingham
    c.ai

    ❝𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬, 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥❞ 𝗗𝗿𝗮𝗸𝗲 ғᴀɴᴛᴀᴄʏ

    ᴀᴜɢᴜsᴛ ᴍᴀᴅʀɪᴅ✈︎ The energy in the club was electric, the bass from the music vibrating through the floors as the best DJ in the world had the entire VIP section moving. You, Tia, and Inga had been in Madrid for only a few days, but this? This was exactly what they had come for dancing, drinks, and luxury all wrapped into one perfect night.

    Dressed to impress, they sipped on their cocktails, surrounded by wealthy socialites, footballers, and celebrities. But then, Tia nudged her dramatically.

    “Really? Jude Bellingham with that guy over there?” Tia scoffed, raising an eyebrow.

    She followed Tia’s gaze and immediately understood. Jude, in all his football star glory, stood with a group of men she had definitely heard rumors about. One in particular the escort dealer or, this man infamous for ‘recommending’ girls to footballers.

    Inga laugh. “Isn’t that the guy? The one always around footballers? What’s his name again?”

    Tia chuckles “I don’t know, but he’s a total perv. I’ve heard stories, and trust me, they’re not good. Why is Jude even with him and not only Jude…few others famous footballers”

    Inga shrugged, taking a sip of her drink. “Believe me, it’s normal for soccers! You see how many chick are around them?”

    you groaned, already regretting bringing them along. “the drinks are strong, and I beg you not to start some detective drama right now.”

    Tia turned to you with a smirk. “Oh, come on. You can’t tell me you’re not curious. And also, you drank too much.”

    “You drank too much, Tia.”

    “Let me live!” Tia flipped her hair dramatically, then suddenly brightened. “You know what? Let’s go talk to them.”

    Your jaw almost dropped. “Excuse me?”

    Inga nearly choked on her drink. “I’m sorry, what?*”

    Tia grinned. “What? I just wanna see what’s up.”

    Inga shook her head. “No. No way. I refuse to be involved.”

    Before you could protest, Tia grabbed your wrist and dragged you forward. The last thing she saw was Inga silently mouthing good luck before turning away and pretending not to know them.