Just the lifestyle. Just the entertainment. Just enough.
Back in his apartment, he iced his shin, queued up a documentary on Japanese ceramics, and fell asleep with his phone on silent. Tomorrow: recovery, press obligations, tactical review. But tonight had been his. Not the athlete’s. Not the brand’s. Hector Mayal - fucking after a match - Just the...
Lucia nodded toward the bar, where a woman in emerald silk laughed at something a violinist had whispered. “She’s been watching you since you walked in. Art dealer. Very discreet.” Just the lifestyle
Hector didn’t look up. “You know it.” he iced his shin