∘°∘♡ - 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 eight-༉‧₊˚✧
↳ the worst kind of ex are always
those who want you back after dumping you;
after seeing that you're living your best life
❪ real life + social media
IMESSAGE
vroom vroom cars
liyah — [ homewrecker ]
max — [ mad max ]
charles — [ lord perceval ]
lewis — [ sir lewis ]
danny — [ honey badger ]
pierre — [ the missionary ]
carlos — [ smooth operator ]
lando — [ baby norizz ]
mick — [ golden retriever ]
yuki — [ angry short king ]
esteban — [ frenchman ]
oscar — [ papaya driver ]
logan — [ captain america ]
george — [ mr. tory ]
alex — [ albono ]
mad max
who created another groupchat?
don't we already have plenty of those
honey badger
you keep leaving them all anyway the moment you're added
smooth operator
he hasn't left this one yet
honey badger
of course he won't
he loves amara
lord perceval
max, back to your question
i did
homewrecker
and since it's for amara
i think we left one person out
homewrecker added xxx -number to the group chat
baby norizz
WHO DID YOU ADD LIYAH
homewrecker
someone very important
amara
HEY GUYS
OMG THIS IS SOO SWEET
golden retriever
HEY AMARA
amara
HEY MICK
CAN YOU TELL LAYLA IM IN LOVE WITH HER
mr. tory
SHE ADDED AMARA
albono
no shit sherlock
sir lewis
alex, don't be mean to george
amara
omg i'm in a groupchat with lewis hamilton
amara is offline
smooth operator
is she okay?
baby norizz
amara are you okay?
the missionary
can anyone give us an update on her?
homewrecker
guys, she's okay
i just facetimed her
homewrecker
she's been crying for ten minutes
while also laughing
still trying to decipher it
papaya driver
amara
LEWIS HAMILTON HAS MY NUMBER
AND LISTENS TO MY MUSIC
this is the best day in my life
sir lewis
you have a wonderful voice
i loved your new album
amara
can i have your hand in marriage sir?
homewrecker
AMARA
WE TALKED ABOUT THIS
homewrecker
WE BOTH HAVE BOYFRIENDS NOW
amara
IM SORRY
but he understands
homewrecker
btw why is my name homewrecker?
i would never, i'm no ariana grande
honey badger
the slander of it
homewrecker
no but really who changed my name?
the missionary
i did
homewrecker
WHY DID YOU DO THAT?
the missionary
BECAUSE YOU TOOK CHARLES AWAY FROM ME
homewrecker
YOU HAVE KIKA
the missionary
HE WAS STILL MY BOYFRIEND
WHEN YOU STARTED DATING
baby norizz
wow charles
i didn't know you were such a player
lord perceval
shut up
baby norizz
oh and amara, don't think you got away
everyone gets a nickname
baby norizz changed amara to background singer
golden retriever
amara
background singer
mick??
what can i do for you :)
golden retriever
could you tell us
only if you don't mind of course
who mon amour is about?
albono
yes please
i asked lily but she won't tell me
background singer
as she should
i told her not tell anyone
but since mick is asking...
baby norizz
really???
i asked you seven times and you refused to tell me
homewrecker
serves you right for
driving for mclaren
background singer
lando don't be jealous of mick
he's just superior
background singer
and layla is such a sweetheart
anyway, i'm dating kylian mbappe
he's who inspired mon amour
mad max
who's that again?
lord perceval
you really are chronically offline
frenchman
i'll pretend you did not just say that
the missionary
TU SORS AVEC KYLIAN MBAPPÉ
LE CHOUCHOU DES FRANCAIS??
homewrecker
did you just exclude yourself
angry short king
he tends to forget he's french
background singer
OMG HI YUKII
i love you and fuck them for your name
short people are better anyway
angry short king
facts
baby norizz
you're just saying that because you're 1,60
background singer
i'm 1,63m
for your knowledge
honey badger
guys we're getting off-track again
frenchman
i'm so happy for you
i know kylian, he's very nice
the missionary
he gave me tickets to a paris match
homewrecker
believe me guys
he's one of the guys that give woman
hope for the male population
lord perceval
and next to that, he's also extremely generous
smooth operator
YOU KNEW THE ENTIRE TIME
AND DIDN'T SAY A THING??
lord perceval
it was either tell you or be single
and i kinda like my girlfriend
homewrecker
i like you too
and your ferrari :)
albono
i just lost a bet
background singer
YOU BET ON MY LOVE LIFE
albono
EVERYONE DID
IT WAS MON AMOUR
mr. tory
which is the best album of this year
SO WE HAD TO
mad max
THAT MEANS IT WAS HIM IN BEST PART
OMG
captain america
i always thought it was michael b jordan
background singer
BITCH I WISH IT WAS HIM
he could run me over and i'd be glad
homewrecker
the actual love of my life
lord perceval
what about me?
homewrecker
you don't exist in front of my crushes.
i already told you
homewrecker
and it's not like you're any better
lord perceval
WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT
homewrecker
YOU'RE EMOTIONALLY CHEATING ON ME
WITH MAX
mad max
please stop dragging me into this
lord perceval
WHAT
I'M NOT
homewrecker
I SAW THE WAY YOU SMILED AT HIM
background singer
she probably watched a ten minutes
compilation of lestappen moments
mad max
what's that again
albono
your ship name
keep up
homewrecker
and even if i did
it still happened
background singer
aside from that
why is max actually named mad max?
background singer
i'm not even sure he could hurt a fly
honey badger
he can't
he cries to disney movies
mad max
DANNY!
I TOLD YOU THAT IN PRIVATE
background singer
SEE
why did we name him mad max
SIR LEWIS
because he liked to create havoc on the track
and had no care for anyone else
honey badger
BUT HE IS DOING THERAPY NOW
background singer changed "mad max" to sid the sloth
background singer
much more accurate
mr. tory
amara, what are you doing with
the lawsuit against evan at the moment?
i read what he was saying about it
background singer
nothing
i'm not worried, grace will handle him
homewrecker
and ev*n likes to run his mouth
the only thing leaving though is shit
angry short king
i could run him over
baby norizz
we can unleash max on him
homewrecker
i'll hide his body
background singer
thanks guys, that's all so sweet
but don't worry, it's all handled
grace yvonne wood was truly a godsend gift — amara was certain of that.
just the way the woman handled the entire press since it had been leaked online that amara had resorted to legal help for evan, she couldn't have been more thankful that she had put her trust in grace three years ago.
was suing evan a smart idea? probably not. but did it make her feel like a badass bitch? absolutely.
as much as amara prided herself on not being petty and resentful, her pride would have probably hurt a lot more if she had let him get away with it. she couldn't resent the press, after all they had only done their jobs that they were paid for. but evan... she couldn't find any other excuse for him except his fragile masculinity that could explain why he had spread all those lies.
or maybe he had always been this malicious and amara had turned a blind eye to it because she thought she loved him — either way, she couldn't explain his doings and what had exactly happened for him to do her so wrong. but she was adamant on not letting it go just like that. she wouldn't allow the media to forget for people to forget what evan henderson had done. and that had been where grace had come in.
the two had spent nights hunched over documents — with kylian occasionally providing them snacks — as they looked for a way to avenge amara without tarnishing her newly restored image. while discussing several strategies, grace provided her advice as best friend as well as manager, making sure that amara was still the one winning and not leaving empty. the singer honestly couldn't remember anymore how she had done when grace hadn't been in her life — the south african girl had been for so long already in her life.
their relationship had started out simple. amara had been a fresh lamb in the music industry, walls built up high as she was careful who she trusted while grace had lived for a time in the music industry. the two girls had been made for each other — one wanted to make a name for herself, the other wanted to leave her name and create a new one. both fit perfectly.
for the legal issue, amara didn't have much experience. she had actually wanted to keep the lawsuit between the two parties but someone (and they all knew very well who) had leaked it to the press that amara wanted to drag evan to court. and by the time they had found out who, it was already all over the news.
even though that had been two weeks ago, amara still hasn't faced evan yet. originally they would have been forced to meet with each other, when amara had launched the lawsuit but her ex-boyfriend had snubbed both meetings (for which amara was very glad) — his lawyers had tried to get her to settle for a specific sum but she had rejected each one. her career was not something that could be bought, amara had thought at the meeting.
was she malicious for suing him just after his girlfriend had broken up with him? perhaps. but it felt good to give evan a taste of his own medicine. after all, all the pain, each tear she had shed, every panic attack she had experienced— all that needed to be avenged and she had to start somewhere.
and of course, kylian was her biggest supporter — as he had said, where she went he went (tu monte, je monte, tu descends, je descends) and nothing could make him break his promise, not even a lawsuit. kylian was known as someone who liked his privacy; he was one of the most discussed topics in football every year and yet the only information people knew about him was what he was willing to let them know. but he had never felt so ready to go to court to defend the woman he loved, screw what the world would think. all that mattered was she.
he had comforted her during the meetings with the lawyers, had convinced her to change her previous solicitors when he had had a premonition that they weren't truly representing her and tried to schedule meetings in between his training sessions to support her the best he could. he listened to her when she needed comfort, seeking solace in his embrace — it was exhausting, with both having two careers that were very demanding but both tried to make it work the best they could.
she was grateful for the way her boyfriend understood her so quickly and tried to be positive when things were crashing down. especially since she had no idea what she was actually doing and had never been to court. well, she had a small idea of court but her knowledge was mostly based on seasonal reruns of how to get away with murder and who knows how accurate those were — shortly, she had no plan and was just following what people were telling her.
and that had been where grace sweeped in to save the day again. scheduling meetings with evan's lawyers, negotiating appearances for her, defending her when they tried to make her come across as a petty bitch who wanted money— amara honestly felt like a ghost during those meetings, her mind wandering far away as her best friend handled those things. she truly wondered how johnny depp and amber heard had the energy to go through these twice; she hadn't even accomplished one trial and she was already tired — but god forbid, someone aired their trial live, that would really be their downfall, including evan.
right now wasn't the moment to focus on those things anyway. she had more important things to do; for example choosing an outfit to wear to the psg benefit gala. what sounded so easy turned out to be more complicated than she had thought. hence why she hadn't hired a stylist — how should she have known that it would be so difficult to find the right dress?
and again, profound hate and resentment bubbled up in her when she realized why she struggled so much with her outfit choice — even apart, evan still managed to traumatize her. when they had been dating, without even noticing she had let evan take control over her own body. bodyshame her and lower her self-esteem. the more she looked back, the more she realized that had not been love — it was a toxic power play.
he had chosen what she wore on the rare occasions that she had managed to convince him to go out. evan found date nights to be unnecessary and just a waste of money. she had to practically beg him if she wanted a nice night out with him instead of spending the entire evening in front of the tv. and for the few times that they had went out, things between them hadn't been any healthier.
with evan being very possessive and judging, amara had never truly been able to wear what she actually wanted even though she had a closet full of gorgeous dresses. her ex-boyfriend had disliked most of those, either dissatisfied with the amount of skin they revealed or how they showed her body off. he had reasoned it off with explaining how men thought and that they would probably get ideas if she wore a too shiny dress. and because she didn't want to ruin the mood, she complied and he chose simple dresses for her. dresses that undermined how extraordinary she was. the constant judgment had chipped away at her self-esteem, leaving her unsure about her own sense of style. a feeling she still hadn't overcome
but now evan wasn't there anymore and she was responsible for her own outfits. which is how she found herself on the floor, her once tidy space transformed into a realm of fabrics, patterns, and colors as she tried not to panic while the hours ticked away and the pile of clothes grew taller.
what did people normally wear to such galas? when kylian had asked her whether she had wanted to be his date — even though the two weren't public yet — she had instantly accepted, scared that maybe if she thought too long about it, he'd take the offer back again. back then, she couldn't have phantomed how difficult the choice of the outfit would have been. and she needed to shine, after all it would be their first night out as a couple and she absolutely needed to slay for that one. even if the media didn't know about them.
'this one makes me look like a prostitute' she thought, tossing the red dress on one of the huge piles of clothes. 'that one shows my fat thighs too much', she thought, remembering that the last time she had worn that dress, evan had suggested that she should get plastic surgery. 'this one's for nuns' she exclaimed angrily in her head, throwing it behind her.
taking a deep breath, she inhaled loudly before exhaling and letting out a piercing scream. her stomach turned and she used all her willpower to keep herself from throwing up and crying. another side effect of evan. she just couldn't shake off the feeling that dressing up would only invite similar criticism, even though she knew that kylian could never be evan.
she grabbed her phone as she contemplated whether she should call kylian and cancel. she was a mess, there was chaos and she absolutely didn't really feel in the mood to go to an event if she wasn't even able to choose an outfit. and she could still feel the way her body tensed as she thought back to the times when evan's disapproving gaze had made her feel small and insignificant.
amara's mind was absent as she curled up on the floor. she hadn't noticed kylian entering her bedroom, too deep in her thoughts to even acknowledge anything going on around her. she didn't see him approach her from behind, ignoring the state of her room as he approached her, without a word. her body reacted instantly to his scent, her muscles immediately relaxing and she enjoyed his presence, a soothing balm to her frayed nerves.
a part of the nervousness disappeared when she felt kylian's arms wrap gently around her, enveloping her in a warm and reassuring embrace. she cuddled closer into his chest, her hand immediately intertwining with his as she found solace in his arms. they didn't need words, they understood each other with touches, small hugs — affection.
"tu veux me dire ce qui ce passe?" he asked her softly, nuzzling his hand on her neck as he felt her heartbeat take a steady rhythm again. she shook her head, her mind still filled with doubts and continued to draw circles on his skin in an attempt to calm down. — do you wanna tell me what's going on?
they stayed like that for another ten minutes, completely forgetting that they were expected at the other side of the town. somehow spending the evening cuddling and spooning seemed so much more tempting than wasting their time at a gala and having to play pretend with people that were only there for publicity. kylian had always cared about welfare — which had prompted him to open his own organization — but spending the evening at the benefit gala, thrown by psg, it just felt wrong. even if the cause was right. there was a small bad feeling that lingered in his stomach.
"soo...," he began softly, trailing off as his hands trailed down her body, halting at her hips. "qu'est-ce qu'il y a, ma belle? ça ressemble à une tempête ici." — what's the matter, beautiful? it looks like a storm here
amara shrugged, her eyes staring emotionless at the ceiling. "couldn't find a dress. none of them seem to fit."
he chuckled, staring at all those clothes around them. "you wanna tell me from all those piles of clothes, you didn't like one dress?"
"i can't just wear any dress. this is my first event since the scandal and in case i'm caught by paps, i can't look like i just threw a random outfit together. plus it's our first event as a couple." she added, her voice turning shy at the end.
she detached herself from kylian's arms, crawling to one of the many piles of clothes and held up a blue dress. "that one makes me look like a nun. i would be a feast for ruthless journalists." she muttered angrily, throwing it at kylian who caught it perplexed.
she picked up another dress, a beautiful silver dress that reached her knees and had a long slit down her right side. "the media tore me apart when i wore this one. i was slutshamed for weeks just because it showed a bit of my décolleté and men couldn't help themselves but stare at my breasts. but of course they blamed me." she laughed bitterly as she recalled the memory.
kylian's heart broke as he listened to her rant, feeling a sting whenever she brought herself down because of a simple dress. his eyes softened and he grabbed her arm tenderly, preventing her from throwing another dress.
"amara, i can assure you, you are beautiful. no matter what the media says, you are one of the most beautiful persons to have walked this earth. and who cares about the gala. you don't have to be afraid anymore of wearing something nice. you can wear whatever you want. on s'en fou du média." — screw the media
"and there's the next problem," she exclaimed annoyingly, sitting down angrily on the bed. "i'm not used to this. the whole going out thing. evan didn't like to go out."
"well, we already established that evan was an idiot. a dickhead who couldn't appreciate what he had," kylian clarified, his voice soft and tender. he smiled at her fondly. "the problem has never been you but him. don't let anyone's judgment from the past, especially from an idiot like him, hold you back from looking like the supernova that you are. tu es ethereal, avec ou sans belle robe." — you are ethereal, with or without beautiful dress
his words hit her deep. maybe because it had been a long time she hadn't heard words like this. maybe because evan had actually made her believe that all she was, was a side trophy to look pretty. but nothing more.
if she could, she would have proposed to him right on the spot — in nearly two years with evan, nothing remotely close had ever left his lips in hope to lift amara's self-confidence. instead he destroyed her further from the inside, nourishing her self-doubts and insecurities. she truly asked herself how that devil had managed to stay in her life for so long.
she hesitated at first but nodded firmly and started to put her dresses back into her closet, kylian handing her the dress after dress. she grinned at kylian, who matched her face expression, both knowing that they were more than late especially with parisian traffic being horrible. but they were enjoying each other's presence too much to stress now.
after having finished with cleaning up and putting every dress back, amara rummaged a bit through all those dress. she thought about her choices before taking off two from their hangers. both were gorgeous, breathtaking even but her brows furrowed a bit in uncertainty as she scrutinized them. she put the second dress back as she reminded herself of kylian's words, warmth spreading through her body when she remembered them.
putting the dress on, she stared at herself hesitantly, more specifically at the sleek black cocktail dress with a gold chain gracing her waist that hugged her curves and revealed a lot of her cleavage. trying to pull the dress a bit lower without showing too much of her breasts, she turned around, instantly panicking when kylian didn't say anything and just stared at her.
his eyes held a lost glance, as if he had been hypnotized by someone.
hesitantly, she asked him, "is this dress okay? i can change it if you think it's too much cleavage."
as if woken up by his trance with her voice, kylian gently turned her around, placing his hands on her waist as they faced the mirror. she saw the way his eyes filled with adoration and love as he drew her closer to his chest and pressed a tender kiss on her neck that sent shivers down amara's body and created a feeling of butterflies in her stomach. "mon amour, you don't have to worry," he began, his voice low and gentle as his kisses trailed up her neck. "wear whatever you want, i can fight."
god was truly great for not having given her the ability to blush. the way kylian had said those two sentences, his voice low but yet filled with love and devotion — she had never felt so beautiful. he saw her in such a different light, as one of the most brilliant and loving people in the world. she was the sun in his universe, the one that brightened his day every time.
she bit her lip, stopping herself from laughing as she watched their reflection in the mirror. amara turned around, putting her hands around his neck as she pulled him close. she leaned in, their foreheads touching and grinned at him. "you're the best boyfriend i've ever had," she gave him a small peck, smiling at him.
evan was over —he was history, the past. someone amara no longer needed to pay attention to. and probably never see him again except for the ongoing lawsuit. she had kylian and that was enough, she had never needed more.
"and hopefully your last one."
she gave him another quick peck again before they let go of each other, kylian grabbing his phone while amara reached for her high heels next to the mirror and started to do her make-up.
standing before her huge mirror, her confidence growing as she looked at herself wearing that gorgeous dress, she fell completely in love with an ethereal version of herself. the first step to loving was loving yourself and amara could happily say that she had succeeded, that she had learned to love herself.
a soft, yellowish light from the mirror lightened up her face, pointing out her beauty and kylian looked up from his phone, completely forgetting it as he looked at his girlfriend in awe.
captivated by the way she applied the cosmetic products so gracefully, he sat on the bed as he memorized every of her products and moves. his heart was probably beating at an unhealthy rhythm, full with love and a smile graced his lips. he had never felt that way, full of joy and happiness, not even when he had won the world cup and even less about a woman. he must have been the luckiest guy on the world if he was able to call the gorgeous woman in front of him his own.
the more he watched her do what seemed to be the most mundane thing to her, the bigger the urge came up to touch her. to feel her warmth and hold her close. creeping up from behind her, she shrieked up in surprise when his breath tickled her ear. he leaned closely and whispered, "t'es tellement belle." his lips were inches away from hers, longing to connect with hers. — you're so beautiful
she turned her head slightly, looking at him playfully with a mischievous glint in her eyes as she blew him an air kiss. his lips formed a small pout making her let out a light, melodious laugh. "merci cherie. but still, not yet." she teased, her eyes twinkling with affection. "let me finish quickly, we're already late," she scolded him jokingly, pushing him back on the bed.
she smirked at him through the mirror, applying her final layer of lipstick and putting on her shoes before she could finally present herself to kylian. she turned around, her face wearing a smile able to illuminate the entire room and stepped closer to kylian who was rendered speechless for a moment. his eyes gazed at her, filled with pure love and adoration.
unable to contain himself any longer, he leaned in and kissed her passionately, their lips meeting in a fervent embrace, and amara's initial surprise gave way to a reciprocated intensity. for a few moments, the world faded away around them and the only people that existed were them.
though amara pulled back after a few seconds, pouting slightly as she looked at him accusingly. "ky, you're gonna ruin my lipstick," she murmured softly, her words met with a grin from kylian who couldn't help but smile cheekily at her. she rolled her eyes at his reaction and grabbed her black clutch along his hand, dragging him along. "come on, we're already late."
"i don't think they would mind if we didn't show up," he replied nonchalantly, shrugging dismissively.
"i know, but i'll mind donc bouge tes fesses," she retorted back sassily as they walked out of her apartment, not ignoring the way kylian rolled his eyes. "and stop rolling your eyes at me." — move your ass
"your wish is my command."
the party was fully in motion when amara and kylian finally arrived. the psg event organizers had spared no expense, and the result was a visual masterpiece that left an unforgettable impression. entering the room, they found themselves in a modern black interior, clearly inspired by the famous starlight room. huge chandeliers dangled from the high ceiling, projecting a soft glow over the entire room and with the help of well-placed projectors, beams of light danced gracefully, creating a mesmerizing light-spectacle on the ceiling and the floor.
the gala was undoubtedly one of the football events of the year with psg being renowned for their extravagant galas. invitations were not only priced but also not extended to just anyone. the room was neatly organized with tables for eight places to ensure that there would be enough space. each table was decorated with lavish golden accents, matching the aesthetic of the interior design. and to add a personal touch to the evening, a small card graced each table, elegantly displaying the seating arrangement.
amara and kylian didn't have to search long for their table with their friends calling them over the moment they walked through the door. they had been lucky that psg had instituted an absolutely no-picture rule for the event, giving them the chance to attend together without having to fear for exposure. they joined their friends, who immediately started to gush and tease the couple over their little tardiness as they enjoyed the privacy of being able not to hide around each other.
little did they know a pair of hardened eyes watched them from afar, with a glass of champagne and a bucket tone of regret.
a fault confessed is half redressed. which is why evan henderson here, was agreeing that he was a total dick.
regret wasn't enough to explain how he felt. disgusted with himself, ashamed, embarrassment were all feelings he had experienced in those past few days since it had gone public he and kaia had split. the two hadn't even lasted long and their honeymoon phase had lasted as long as the attention on amara had when the scandal had gotten out. looking back now, he wasn't even sure whether they truly had a honeymoon phase or if they just lived off the adrenaline that they were the top news of the moment. it wouldn't surprise him if it was the latter — after all, that's how everything had started.
he and kaia had started working together for a few modeling gigs and soon, the tension between them grew unbearable with old history and past feelings coming up. before he even realized, there were subtle touches between them and official working hours turned into late nights spent at her place. and during all that he had been able to lie to his girlfriend without even batting an eyelash.
he had been horrible to amara and that was her way of karma finally getting to him. thinking back to how they meet, he truly recognized that he had never valued her worth. from the way they had started dating to when they broke up, he had never had the decency to even lift a finger for her. work a bit to earn her. she'd always been a little side piece that he dragged along wherever he went and he knew she didn't know any better — another thing he had exploited: her innocence in love.
the two had had an age gap. he was way more mature than she was and he had already experienced his couple of love affairs in hollywood. she had been new to his world and had used the media to guide her, making her land in front of him as this innocent lamb that he had destroyed. he had cheated on her and she had forgiven, he had hit her and put the blame on her and she had accepted, she hadn't left when she should have because he had manipulated her into staying. staying when she should have left a long time ago. she had given him more than anyone else ever had and he had ruined it.
and what made it worse was that he missed her so fucking much. from all the girlfriends he had gone out with in his life, she had been the first one to be genuine about her feelings. she had cared for him while he had humiliated her on a daily basis.
to be honest, he hadn't been completely horrible with her from day one. his unexplainable behavior had started maybe a year into their relationship. after his parents had expressed their disdain for her and he had grown bored of her but didn't want to leave her (which he realized now he should have done).
he had been a coward and the regret was eating him alive. nagging at him and tearing him apart in his sleep. why had he even spread all this lies about her? why was the public's opinion so important for him in his relationship? after all that that had been the reason why and said all those things about her. he didn't want her to have the victim side, the one that had been wronged. he needed it to be him and kaia if their relationship was to have a chance in the media. he hadn't care about the damage that he could cause. and at first it had worked, he had scared her into hiding and she had kept her mouth shut.
but had he expected her to turn up with chart winning songs and a fucking album that clearly indicated she had another man? — not in a million years. perhaps he could have never phantomed that outcome because he spent his time treating her horrible and painting her horrible to all paper outlets, or because he could see how many songs he had gotten from her. and that man had already proved to everyone that he was the better man.
the lawsuit was only a small sting compared to the pain he felt when he saw amara with another man. he would have to be truly blind to not recognize her the moment she stepped into the room accompanied by a man he assumed to be her new boyfriend. he had immediately recognized the dress she wore, the black cocktail dress he had once accused her of looking like a slut with it. even though it looked gorgeous on her and he saw that now— when she wasn't his to touch anymore.
his hands gripped the glass tighter as he watched her laugh and hide her face in that man's neck. he felt like throwing up when he neared her face and whispered something in her ear that made her nudge him lightly — evan remembered the way she would always jokingly scold him like that. he wished it was him again who her eyes looked at, who was on the other end of her smiles. he saw the twinkle in her eyes, the one that he had extinguished a year into their relationship. it was sparkling brightly now, mischievous and playfully. she was actually happy.
god, he would do everything to talk to her again and he seized his opportunity when amara excused herself to go the bathroom. he put his glass down, following her to the bathroom and casually leaned next to the door as he waited for her to come out.
"so that's the mysterious boyfriend who's letting you walk around like this?"
amara froze, goosebumps appearing on her skin. she recognized his voice instantly, there were no doubts — no second guessing that this was her ex-boyfriend. she hadn't seen him waiting for her as she exited the bathroom as he had hid in the shadows next to the door or she wouldn't have gone. she would have stayed next to kylian and waited for him to accompany her.
a bit shocked by the way he talked to her, she turned around with a disgusted expression, facing him. "well, he's not an insecure, spoiled prat who thinks he possesses his girlfriend's body," she sassed back, turning on her heel swiftly.
"wait," he called her back. "i'm sorry."
she raised an eyebrow at him, crossing her arms. "that's all you can do? sorry? you were really a waste of my time, weren't you?" she asked him rhetorically, about to make her way back but evan held her back again.
"no, please don't go yet," he begged her, wanting to grab her hand but she stepped back. "i am truly sorry about what i made you live through. i treated you horribly and acted like an asshole. those months apart were the hardest and made me realize how much i screwed up. they made me see what i had taken for granted and lost just because i didn't know what i wanted."
looking into his eyes, amara wasn't even sure whether he was actually genuine and sincere. he had always been so good at acting and manipulating. maybe he meant it but all she could think of when she saw his face were those months spent in pain. her bruised wrists, the constant yelling and mental manipulation. she couldn't associate evan with anything positive. "you truly loved me and i threw that away because i wanted to play playboy. no one ever loved me like you and showed me what a true connection with a person really felt like the way you did. i am sorry it took me losing you to recognize your worth," he looked at her sadly, hoping to find a small part of hope in her eyes that could indicate that his apology was working. "please let's forget all this and go back to the way we were. let me make it up to you. we can forget the lawsuit and all that."
she laughed coldly, staring at him boldly. "do you know what you made me go through during that time we were 'apart'," she asked him incredulously. "did you ever realize what you actually did? you didn't go after my money, you didn't just cheat on me. you had a whole affair behind my back. you destroyed my career. you ruined my name just because you thought you could. because you were insecure that maybe, just maybe people could actually have sympathy with me. i had mental breakdowns because of you. i had to cancel my tour because of you. those are not things i'm just going to forget."
and she wasn't finished, continuing with her tone unwavering. at this point, her entire body was shaking with anger. "you're right. you didn't acknowledge my worth. and the problem though is that you still don't. it took kaia leaving you and a lawsuit for you to realize that the least you owed me was an apology," she ranted angrily. "and even on that, i'm not sure that it can be called an apology for all the things you did. you ruined your chance by taking me for granted. and i'm over it now. even if you were the only man on earth, i wouldn't choose you. because i know my worth and know i deserve better than what you offered."
she turned around to make her way back to the others. but not wanting her to leave, he grabbed her arm, noticing the way amara's entire body flinched. she tore her arm away from him angrily, glaring at him. "just let go. you lost me and everything on the way and the only person to blame is you. because you wanted to play momma's boy and casanova all in once. in those months we were apart, i found someone who knows how to treat a woman. who taught me how to love and showed me what it actually felt like to be loved."
amara walked away, shaken as she looked for her table. her body relaxed a bit when her eyes spotted kylian, whose eyes were already travelling through the entire room, searching for her. she made her way over to them, as quick as her heels allowed her to be without falling and immediately intertwined their hands, looking for comfort and solace.
kylian immediately noticed that something was wrong with his girlfriend. excusing himself from his conversation with achraf, he turned around, facing her. the way her body trembled a bit didn't go unnoticed by him as she picked around her food. he grew even more worried when she finished her glass of champagne in one big gulp, and reached for the bottle.
"t'as durée aux toilettes? tout va bien?" he questioned her, worry lacing in his voice. — you took your time in the bathroom? is everything alright?
she contemplated whether she should lie to him as he seemed to enjoy the night or whether she should be honest and tell him the truth. with evan she hadn't even dared to express her discomfort but since the latter was now the cause of her discomfort and she was close to punching him — she chose option two.
she lowered her head and whispered into kylian's ear, "evan's here. he cornered me and then had the audacity to try to apologize or at least that's what i think he did but i don't wanna see him. i'm not comfortable around him. and i'm so angry — i think if i see him again, i might punch him. no guarantees."
his eyes flickered with concern and he followed amara's eyes till his landed on evan, making some small talk with other guests. "on n'est pas obligé de rester ici, bébé. on peut partir." — we're not forced to be here, we can leave
she smiled softly at him and shook her head. she wouldn't want kylian to ruin his evening just because she couldn't handle her stupid asshole boyfriend here. "ca va aller ky. je ne veux pas gâcher ta soirée. et t'as l'air de t'amuser." — it'll be alright. i don't want to ruin your night. and you seem to be having fun
this time, he was the one to shook his head. "if my girlfriend isn't comfortable, then neither am. i shouldn't be having fun while you're clearly angry and uncomfortable," he replied firmly yet sincere and grabbed her things. "let's leave. the evening was getting boring anyway. we can explore paris by night if you want?"
they held an intense stare battle, amara adamant on not wanting to ruin kylian's event while kylian wanted to leave because of her discomfort. and if he was being honest, knowing that evan henderson was here was making him angry too. maybe amara could hold herself back but he was certain he wouldn't unable to in case of a conversation with the latter.
amara sighed, heart burst with gratitude as she broke their intense eye contact and nodded. She gave kylian a quick peck on the lips, appreciating his understanding and the one of her new friends who nodded at them as the couple bit their goodbyes.
still chatting a bit with sarah, she waited for kylian who had told her he would be joining her in a few seconds. grinning, he turned around, his mind so focused on their next adventures they were about to experience that he didn't notice the person that was going into the opposite direction and the two men collided, with champagne nearly landing on the floor.
he was about to apologize but shut his mouth when he saw that he had bumped into no one other than evan henderson, the reason why he was even leaving early. as much as kylian wanted to punch the shit out of his adversary, he knew causing a scene was not the way to avenge amara so he sucked up his anger.
evan on the other hand smirked at kylian, especially after his newfound discovery about the french star striker. "so, you're enjoying my sloppy seconds now?" he smirked at kylian arrogantly, oozing misplaced confidence.
knowing that evan was just taunting him and trying to get a reaction out of him, kylian ignored the insult and retorted, "didn't you just beg for her to come back to you? is that your pathetic way of handling rejection? by insulting her afterwards after your poor attempt of an apology?"
laughing it off bitterly, evan smiled slyly at him. "you're really stupid if you think she's gonna stay with you. she always comes crawling back to me. it's just the way things are meant to be. that's why we were hollywood's golden couple, because we always come back to each other. no matter of hammy breaks and pauses we take. and that's all you are, a break." his words were intended to hurt, to inject pain like poison but kylian rolled his eyes.
"if you think your little words are going to make me leave her, you'll need more than just that. i've heard more intimidating words from a five year old. and what concerns amara, if you think you can just take her, you'll need to wake up early. amara is not a prize to be won, you earn her. and it's clear, with the way you talk about her, you never even deserved her."
evan was about to say something but kylian hadn't finished yet. "you and amara are finished, your history is over. you can delete her number along with your memories together. you're over," he stated firmly. "and if you think you aren't replaceable, don't worry about that. your place was never going to stay empty. all you will be to her is a mention in her wikipedia page under her romance section. no more. so forget her because you really didn't know how to treat a queen."
kylian wasn't usually one to start fights or get into dramas, always preferring to stay outside but he wouldn't just let anyone insult his girlfriend, especially if that someone was evan henderson. "you closed a door that can never be opened again," he smirked, his tone filled with pride. "you don't have to worry about her anymore because i'll treat her better than you ever did. contrary to you, i worship the ground she walks on and make sure there are no stones on her way instead of placing them there."
gritting his teeth, his hands formed fists as he watched kylian's smug face. "i could go to the press. expose the two of you and reveal some pretty secrets on the way," he threatened, clearly frustrated with the way the situation had turned around.
kylian shrugged dismissively, not even a bit fazed by evan's threats. "if you think that will make her run back to you, you clearly didn't know her but do as you want. you're only hurting yourself. amara and i couldn't care less of the press knew about us. it's you they will be worried about and hating."
with those words, kylian turned and walked away, leaving evan to digest the speech he had just received as he bathed in his regret and bitterness. he knew amara was never coming back to him — for that he hadn't worshiped her enough and showed her, her worth. and watching amara grin as she threw her arms around kylian before the two left the event, he knew she was lost. she was never coming back.
in all those times that amara had visited paris, there had never been time to appreciate the city of love during the darkness. paris at night was a breathtaking sight — the eiffel tower, adorned in a golden glow, stood tall at trocadero while the seine river reflected its light and projected them onto the streets. cafés and bistros were still open, spreading their warm atmosphere all over the town of paris as people crossed them. amara couldn't believe she had never taken the time to truly see paris at night.
the couple wandered around, hands intertwined and their arms linked as they enjoyed the night. after finishing their little expedition on the champs d'elysee the two had taken a taxi that had brought them to trocadero. amara and kylian sat down on a bank not too far away but good enough to not be recognized and enjoyed each other's company. especially after such a turbulent evening.
"you think the others are mad that left so early?" she asked her boyfriend as they strolled along the seine.
"never. they love you too much to be mad at you," he replied, "however i pity evan. i don't want to think about the ways achraf and ousmane are going to make this evening a hell for him."
they both grinned. achraf and ousmane really had the talent of ruining someone's night when they wanted and actually put effort into it, she almost pitied for evan for what was coming his way, but only almost.
"speaking about him, i really have to ask. what did you see in him?" kylian asked her, looking at her expectantly. "i really don't get the appeal."
"i already explained i was a young, naive girl," amara explained in a whining tone making kylian laugh. "and i was surrounded by influencers who only liked me because i brought them attention."
"i met that dickhead for the first time today and he literally was all about you running back to him. you deserve a huge vacation."
"he talked to you?" amara asked him, surprised.
he nodded and told her about his encounter with her ex-boyfriend. he recounted how the milliardaire heir had told him to practically back-off from amara and his empty threats.
"and he didn't say anything about me?" kylian looked at her hesitantly, scared of maybe opening a deep scar again but amara showed no sign of sadness. "i'm just asking because the idiot really dared to apologize to me last night."
kylian shook his head and amara got ready to lash out. "he mentioned the lawsuit. tried to make me go back to him. and he didn't apologize for the things he did. except 'i treated you horrible' the entire apology was about him." she ranted off angrily and scoffed. "the only reason he even thought of apologizing was because of the lawsuit. i guess, kaia leaving him. and moving on so quickly must have hurt him even more."
"the man even has a heart? what a shocking revelation."
amara grinned. "and it gets better. because speaking of kaia, the woman actually had the guts to dme me and ask for forgiveness. out of blue, she suddenly saw the light. she wrote something about being immature and how now she knew the real evan and all that."
"non, ne me dit pas qu'elle a fait ça?" — non, don't tell me she did that
instead of replying, amara took out her phone from her bag swiftly and showed kylian the last messages she had received on instagram. "usually i'm all for women support women but i can't here. especially because if she was really sincere she wouldn't have allowed evan to spill such bullshit about me," she pointed out. "but who cares what these two are doing now. i don't care enough."
listening to her, kylian was proud of the way she had changed from the amara he had gotten to know at a bar. it was just like in those movies amara forced him to watch with her. where the female main character went from stopping to care about what others thought of her and prioritized herself now.
amara was no longer the insecure, self-doubting and wailing woman. she had grown to an empowering, self-loving icon that was ready to continue her story. who had grabbed the commands now after having her life controlled by someone else. and it became so much more special because she had gone through this process in her way: by creating music, by creating poetry about what she envisioned herself as.
pride was an understatement for what he was feeling for her. and he thanked god for blessing him with this wonderful woman he had gotten to meet and to love.
as they strolled along the seine, with the soft glow of the streetlights reflecting on them, amara laid her head on kylian's shoulder, who occasionally whispered sweet things to her. it was a usual autumn night with a gentle chill and cold air hanging in the air. the wind breezed past them and amara pulled her arms close to stop herself from shivering which did not go unnoticed by kylian.
without a second thought, kylian slowly slipped off his jacket and put it over her shoulders, his warmth immediately spreading over her body. she was a bit taken aback by his act but smiled at him, her heart swelling with love and gratitude. she had truly been blessed with kylian. she wrapped herself in his jacket, immediately engulfed in the faint scent of cologne that she usually always found comfort in.
she pressed a tender kiss to his cheek, thanking him slowly. "merci cherie," she thanked him genuinely, a fond smile on her face. their fingers intertwined again as they continued to stroll by the seine, the city's beauty perfectly matching the beauty of their love. "thank you for showing me what love actually feels like. it's an amazing feeling to be loved by you." — thank you
"anything for you."
"and can we get ice cream?"
he looked at her, at first sceptically but then a grin appeared on his face. "ice cream? now?"
she nodded, shaking his hand excitingly to convince him and drag him along. "of course. it's not even that cold and i'm sure one crêperie will have some ice cream for us."
"it's nearly one in the morning. even better, means that no one will recognize us."
his forehead scrunched up, a tell that indicated he was thinking about something or lost in his mind. she let out an embarrassing squeal when he smiled at her and nodded.
"but only if we choose for each other and not those boring flavours like vanilla or chocolate."
amara deadpanned. "you literally bullied me because i had mint-chocolate chip ice cream at home."
"because that's not something to have at home!" he exclaimed. "it's like eating toothpaste with sugar. and just the combination of that feels criminal."
amara rolled her eyes. "your moral compass is too high."
"says the one who's never cheated on a test before," he retorted, making her grin unwillingly. "but that's my condition. we choose exotic flavors for each other. then i'm all in."
"fine by me then," she gave in, hugging his jacket closer to her body. she grabbed both of his hands and placed a fond kiss on his lips. "and no apple ice cream."
"too bad. that's exactly what i'm choosing."
— he was right. all evan had become was a distant memory.
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so, again sorry for the long wait, school, seasonal depression and sickness caught up with me but I'm better now. hope i can post the next p chapter on saturday, if everything goes to plan. and i know it's annoying but please leave comments, they make my day and motivate me soo much. hope you enjoy this <3