Carnival Of Lust(Ronaldo sequel)

Chapter 7-Boiling Point

A/N- Well, sorry you had to witness the last chapter. It was pretty badly written but oh well. I hope you enjoy this chapter and yes! Cristiano and Paige are finally together once again. I think I will write about 15 chapters in this book? I don't know, we'll see. More or less. Well this is my last day of break and I probably will be uploading more slowly soo..sorry ):

Enjoy Madridistas!

*Paige*

"I don't understand this hiding nonsense. " Marina crossed her arms and resembled as a 5 year old. "He doesn't even know that Paige is here."

"Yeah but how did he know she was in Florida? Or that she was dating Yandel?" Cristiano snapped and ran his fingers through his hair. Stress was doing a large number on him. Throughout the 24 hours, he's been pacing around the room, taking shots, and snapped at everyone.

Marcelo managed to calm Marina down by rubbing her shoulders. She sighed deeply and sat back in the recliner in Marcelo's living room. "Ronnie, we need to go to training."

A loud groan escaped Cristiano's mouth as he threw his head back, completely forgetting about his duties.

"Call Mourinho." He grumbled finally, "We are sick."

"Fine."

Marcelo and Marina left the room and left me and Cristiano alone. I've never seen him like this before, even before a game he would be calm and collected. He must of sensed my discomfort because he sulked over to me and sat down. "I'm sorry." He mumbled. "I don't want you hurt."

"Thanks Cris, but don't worry yourself sick either. " His eyes were bloodshot and dark circles were slowly but surely forming under his soft brown eyes.

Deep down, I knew he was thinking the same thing. More sick and tired he gets, less likely he can "protect me." like I'm a baby.

But that doesn't bother me, though. Nope. What bothers me is that we haven't spoken about that kiss we shared yesterday afternoon. Although I could bring it up myself, I don't want to. If he brings it up, it shows it mattered to him. Right?

Right!

"So," He started to play with his fingers. All eye contact was lost at this moment. Yes, he's finally going to bring it up!

"Do you feel bad about Yandel?"

Ah, fuck.

"Of course.." I spoke truthfully. I wasn't segregated though, I wasn't planning on getting married with him. But he was still a big part of my life. I guess I was still, shocked.

"He didn't deserve this."

"You really loved him, huh?"

I opened my mouth, but to say what? Yes? It would be a lie. Sure I cared about him, but I never really talked about my feelings with him. Or anyone. Not even Marina.

"I cared about him.."

"Oh.." he cleared his throat before he stood on his feet. "I'm going to see where Marcel-"

"Cris," I pulled his hand and signaled him to sit back down, which he did hesitantly. "I cared about him, but I cared about you first." His eyes seemed to light up but a famous Cristiano smirk danced on his lips.

"There's that smirk again."

"Just continue what you were saying." Cristiano's voice had an impaitent tone to it, I know he was waiting for me to say that I do care about him. I do NOT love him though.

Nope.

He kind of ruined it with the whole Lexi thing..

Where was she  anyway? Probably on the street corner?

Yeah, more than likely.

"Can you explain that kiss?" Okay, totally not what I was going for, but it was a start, right? "The kiss we shared hours ago?" Cristiano sighed and darted his eyes briefly at the closest thing possible that was not me. It was funny how being the big ol' Ronaldo heart breaker, he could never get to the fuckin' point of anything.

"It was a nice kiss." He admitted finally and it seemed that he was admitting it to himself also. "A very nice kiss. Why did you kiss me?"

What?

Don't answer my question with another question.

Rude..

"Cause' I wanted to." I shot at him and crossed my arms. "Why did you kiss me?" As we are discussing this, I would like to saying that we are a bunch of kids. Kids in adult bodies. Listen to us. Are you listening? Good. I like you people. Good listeners. Anyway, I just wanted to get to the point of everything. The kiss, and our status. A simple kiss could mean something or could mean nothing depending on the person.

"'Cause I wanted to." He mimicked my voice and crossed his arms as well.

"Cristiano, can we be mature about this?"

This made him chuckle slightly as he readjusted himself on the bed. "Okay, okay. You win." His smile dropped and he was now looking at me in the eyes.

Uh oh, Uh oh..shit's about to get real!

"That night I told you I loved you. I meant it. The kiss, I meant it. I still love you, Paige. I never stopped."

"What about Lexi?" I blurted before I was able to control myself.

"I have been trying so hard to get rid of her. I honestly don't know how the paps got those pictures." He paused and scratched the back of his head. "Half of them were true, I admit..but that was when Marcelo told me that you moved on with an American boy."

"Riight."

"Please believe me, Paige." He begged, his eyes helping him do the job.

Do it Paige. Tell him a lie and tell him you love him. Lie to him. That's a good way to start a relationship, right? Nope. I will not lie. I forbid it. I shant tell a lie. Especially not to Cristiano. It seemed like hours that I was staring back at him in silence. I think it was my time to speak, but I could not. Nothing was coming out. I was frozen. "I'm sorry." Is all I could utter. Sorry? Yes, Sorry.

"For?" He was also confused.

"Everything. This isn't how I wanted it to be. I don't know what to do, anymore. Cristiano, tell me what to do, I am at loss."

He grabbed my shaking hands gently and pulled me closer to him. I could feel his chest moving in sync with mine. "I can't tell you what to do. I don't know what goes on in that complicated Paige mind. I can tell you what you could do, and that is if you want to or not."

"Okay?"

"Be with me. If not, I'll understand. I just need you in my life, Paige. I'll love you everyday. Every morning, every afternoon, every night." He paused once more, flushed. "Like I do now." His voice was a little above a whisper.

I didn't speak.

I couldn't.

This was the Cristiano affect on me.

What should I say?? I do want to be with him, but I don't think I am emotionally stable to be in a relationship. But then again, this is Cristiano Ronaldo. I've always sorta kinda wanted to be called his girl friend. I guess it was that new toy kind of feeling. You want something so bad, then you get bored after playing with it for too long.

Then again..

If I say no, I'd only fall into a depression and probably lose my last chance to be with Cristiano.

Fine. I surrender.

"What about in between everything..?" I smiled at him. He cocked his head, not understanding my way of saying yes.

"Of course I wou-" He paused and soon a huge grin ingulfed his face. "Is that a yes?"

"Just kiss me, asshole."

And we did that for hours. Kissing, holding, the usual.

"I won't let you go this time."

I won't either.

*****

Short chapter. I am sorry..