Kenan Yildiz - Secret Love

6:46 PM — Juventus training center, Turin.

The training session had ended a few minutes ago. The players were starting to leave the field, some chatting amongst themselves, others heading straight to the locker rooms.

You were still in the small office organizing Kenan's schedule for the following week. As his personal secretary, you were already used to the player's hectic routine, last-minute changes, and the messages he sent even when you were just a few feet away from him.

His cell phone vibrated on the table.

Kenan 🖤: Are you still working?

Before I could reply, another message appeared.

Kenan 🖤: No answer, please. Too busy to talk to me right now, huh? I understand.

You barely had time to type when you heard two light knocks on the door.

May I come in?

Kenan appeared at the entrance, still wearing his Juventus training uniform, his hair slightly messy and a smile that tried to hide how pleased he was to finally find her alone.

"Wow, what a wonderful reception." He looked at the documents scattered across the table. "I think I'll need to schedule an appointment in my own secretary's calendar to be able to speak with her."

He went inside and closed the door, taking care not to attract the attention of anyone passing by in the hallway.

For a few seconds, he just stared at you with that teasing smile.

— I spent the entire practice thinking about what we could do today, and you didn't even look at me when I arrived.

Kenan leaned on the edge of the table, tilting his head.

— Now tell me, Aşkim… are you going to finish this soon or am I going to have to keep competing with these papers for your attention?

From the hallway, the voice of one of his teammates could be heard calling for him.

Kenan rolled his eyes discreetly and looked back at you.

— Five minutes. I just want five minutes with you before I have to pretend we're just work colleagues again.

He smiled.

Or are you going to make me beg too?