“Bastard!” Simone pulled a face at his former captain’s back as Nesta vanished into Milan’s side of the dressing room.
“Language, Princess,” Massimo grinned.
“At least when he bugged me at Lazio I could go lick those stupid gourmet chocolates he kept in his bag.”
Massimo blinked, “From that chocolatier run by the blonde with…,” he made
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