Unexpected Love

Chapter 14

Catalina

I sat brushing my curls out, getting ready to go to this very important press conference.

Sergio personally requested that I be there in case Cris decided he wanted to hurt someone.

And why was that?

Because tomorrow is the last Clasico of the season. Cris gets agitated and worried to say the least whenever El Clasico comes around. The media tends to rip through him a lot the past couple of months and to make matters worst, he has just recovered from an injury.

When I came back to Madrid two days ago he was not in a good shape mentally. He was pushing himself too hard and it was painful to see. Countless times over the past forty eight hours, I have had to massage hi mbecause of frequent cramps and this morning he left in a hurry before I could've even made him breakfast.

He needs time.

I pulled my hair into a ponytail and left it to hang over my shoulder. I slipped on my jacket over my black camisole and black leggings pulled the outfit together nicely. I looked down at my vanity and comtemplated putting on a little makeup but the little trickle of sweat that raced down my neck persuaded me otherwise.

I threw my phones and wallet into my handbag and collected the keys to Cris' convertible from the countertop.

The ride to the Bernabeu was tedious because the traffic was being a downright bitch. I pulled up at the VIP entrance 15 minutes later, sweating profusely because I was so much of a genius that I decided to leave the top down.

My favourite guard waved me in as I tried to drive as fast as I could to get away from the paps' line of sight. I entered the building and the rush of cool air was a fair enough welcome to the impressive Bernaubeu. I made my way to the waiting area when I suddenly bumped into someone.

"Oh it's you Catalina. Sorry, I was in a hurry," Iker said softly.

"It's nothing, Iker could you do me a favour and could you please get Cris for me?"

"Of course my dear," he said walking past me and heading into the locker room.

Moments later Cristiano appeared, freshly showered, in a black v-necked shirt and grey jeans.

Damn my man looks good.

"Darling," He said winking at me.

"Hello love," I said as he pecked my cheek. Bringing him to sit next to me on the couch I examined his face, although there was a small smile, it looked sad. His eyes were drained and it scared me thoroughly.

"What's wrong?" I ask taking his hands in mine.

"I think I'm losing it Lina, the press is driving me crazy," he said burying his face into my shoulder. I wrapped my arms around his frame, trying offer him some comfort.

"Cris my love, we've been through this before, do not worry about what they say. It's their job sweetie but you need to realise that it's your job to keep yourself happy."

"It's just hard for me to deal with this." He sighed,"It really gets to you after a while,"

"I know, but now you have to concentrate on winning," I said with a smile hoping that he is feeling somewhat better.

He kissed me gently, whispering a soft thank you before heading back into the lockeroom, head still down.

He needs time.

Sighing quietly to myself, I got up to go into the press room when a voice called out to me.

"Jimena?" A soft but firm voice called out.