6 Contract and Mansion

"Mhmmm, try this salad. It's amazing." Xavi took a whole bowl of the greens and dumped it on my plate.

My face twitched a little seeing the absurd amount of salad. The dude dumped all salad that was meant for four people.

"Now that you are to be a professional footballer especially playing in the big leagues, you need to eat healthy. Tomorrow we will get you checked by our team nutritionist- Maria Lizzaraga and your meals will be personally served by our team Chef- Xavier Pellecier... mind you he is a Michelin star chef."

I nodded. It sounded awesome. Since I got into football, I have always consumed healthy food to improve my field performance because my stamina is relatively low compared to all my other skills.

Another reason not to mention was Ronaldo. I may support Barcelona and be a Barca fan but that does not mean I do not recognize or like players of different teams.

Ronaldo is one of those that I admire. His dedication to football and his body is something every football aspire should follow.

Plus not to mention he has a sexy girlfriend. I wonder if I will be able to meet her someday.

Shaking my head, I snapped out of my thoughts and began to eat the salad.

"Mhmmm..."

Not bad. It was actually rather tasty. I could feel the subtle taste of garlic mixed with tomato, cucumber, bell pepper, and onion.

Seeing me eat without complaints, a smile emerged on Xavi's face.

"I remember when I first joined Barcelona, I hated the restrictive diet. Those days were something else."

I stopped eating for a moment before beginning to chew slowly and gulping it down. The days Xavi is speaking about... the golden era of football.

Puyol... Ronaldinho... Beckham...

These were some of the pioneers.

The world was at their feet.

They would win everything.

And then came...

Messi.

He made history.

With a small smile, I buried my face into the salad eating all of it as fast as I could. Xavi smiled as he looked out of the window toward the moon as if he was talking to it.

Next, I took a cup of Arroz Con Leche, this dessert instantly burst in my mouth the moment my lips touched.

It. Was. Fucking. Delicious.

A simple rice pudding that had a touch of tanginess and a luscious body of vanilla and raisins.

"Let's talk about your contract." Xavi suddenly spoke as we dug into our dessert. He handed me a pristine document and a pen alongside it.

Although I did not have a lawyer with me, it was okay. Barcelona ain't like other clubs that aim to trap.

Hmmm, I read the clauses and statements.

4 million euros per season with a hike each year with an increase in performance. A release clause of 500 million euros and a contract till 2026 in September.

With a bonus signing payment of 20000 € right now, transacted into my bank account.

A pretty good deal. It was low but I could not blame Xavi for it. After all, I am still a very new player with no professional experience. Who knows? I might not even be able to play well on the actual field against other elite teams.

At least there was a chance to have my salary hike, not to say... everyone knows that Barcelona is in a pinch, financial-wise.

It's amazing that despite that being that being the case we are still first in the La Liga table. Second is Atlético Madrid and third, is Real Madrid.

The air, the environment.. the culture of Barcelona... this is what makes it different. We empower our players and play with a passion unlike others who only care about money and their arrogance... talking dirty in the locker room.

My release clause was which was surprising but pretty good. I guess Barca learned their lesson from Neymar's release clause.

However, it was still low compared to Gavi, Fati, and Pedri who are close to my age and have a 1 billion € clause.

Whelp. It does not matter anyways. I just want to play.

My contract does not expire till 2026, now being 2023... I have three good years to play... the future being dynamic afterward.

I smiled as I took the pen and signed in the box below.

"I accept."

Xavi offered his hand to what I shook. A good deal to a good future. We both ate our rice pudding and looked at the Moon.

"Welcome to Barcelona. Officially." Saying that he got up and walked toward the door, wearing his sneakers.

I walked him out as he opened the door before pausing. A sly smile crept onto his face as he looked at me.

"I forgot."

He threw something in the air that I caught immediately. Looking down at the thing, it was a key.

I looked back at Xavi, confused. He spoke.

"This is the house key, now this place is yours until the end of your contract. Everything inside property premises is yours too until the end, please refrain from damaging... costs of higher-end products will be cut from your salary. Maintenance of the mansion too will be deduced from your salary."

I gulped my saliva and nodded. Overall excited. He almost closed the door but not before giving me a reminder with an enigmatic expression.

"Do check out the garage."

Saying that he closed the door. I stared at the closed pile of wooden slab for a moment, confused before my eyes widened in realization.

In an excited manner, I put the keys in my pocket as I explored the mansion that had been gifted to me.

It was a two-story mansion with a whopping ten bedrooms, a huge transparent swimming pool outside with a few jacuzzis beside them, and a beautiful garden.

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Inside there were spaces such as an indoor football turf, a half basketball court, a squash court, a yoga room, and a gym that gave an outside view of an artificial pond.

There was an insane amount of bathrooms, thirteen that I had counted, each fairly large, and two enormous kitchens. There were more bathrooms than rooms.

Three elevators, a grand library along with two staircases. A motherfucking trampoline and a Sauna.

A huge dancing room near one of the kitchens which had a bar beside.

On the outside, there was a huge lawn, a mini gold court, an outdoor football turf, and a huge parking space beside it after what came to the black electric gates.

Near the parking space and the gates, straight he's there was a tunnel that lead into the basement. As I walked in deeper, it grew darker.

Seeing, a switchboard through my phone's flashlight, I switched all of them on... and with a flick of my finger... the lights switched on.

Bright cream-colored lights that empowered the modern design of the infrastructure. A garage.

In front of my eyes, three vehicles rested.

Holy... Mother... Of... God.

I can kiss Xavi right now.

This is the best surprise ever.

A Cupra Formentor Vz5. Barcelona's official car partner. A grey Audi R8 Coupe (Type 42) the original R8, Barcelona's former car partner. Last and final, a black Yamaha R1 superbike.

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I held my cheeks tight and pinched them. Am I dreaming? Gulping my saliva as I walked toward a straw table where the keys of the three vehicles were kept neatly.

"...Oink bless me. We gonna get all the bitches in España. Amen."

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I promised a chapter after 11th and I have now fulfilled.