Unexpected Love

Chapter 15

Cristiano

I upset her but I was so damn angry.

I fucked up.

It was hell trying to get out of the Bernabeu. Reporters swarmed the exits and extra barricades had to be set up in order to control the crowds. So I just gave up even trying to get out and the sick memory just flashed suddenly before my eyes.

They kissed.

FUCKING HELL!!!

I stayed in the locker room almost afraid to even take a step out because with my track record I would probably do something extremely stupid.

"What the fuck was that out there?" Iker yelled, pissed off seven ways to Sunday, storming into the room.

I didn't answer because if anything came out, it wouldn't be pretty.

"Cris, what the hell were you thinking? You were behaving like a real asshole out there." Marcelo said with Karim and Sergio trailing behind him.

"It's not my fault," I said quietly.

Iker whispered "What the fuck is he talking about?" to Sergio who shrugged, equally confused.

"She's really angry with you, she was so worried about you before the conference. When you refused to talk to her you know what she said? HE doesn't deserve this. She was thinking about you even though it was you who made her upset." Marcelo said getting angry with me.

"It's hard for me. Did you see the way he looked at her? Did you see when he KISSED her?" I asked burying my head in my hands in frustration.

The guys let out a big 'OH' of comprehension. Karim patted me solemnly on the back. Iker looked very concerned and Sergio called Neymar something under his breath and I'm pretty sure it wasn't 'friend'.

Sergio really does hate him.

"Did he really kissed her? and would Lina let him kiss her even if? Cris you have to give her the benefit of the doubt. She's not that type of person and you know it."

"But Neymar is." I retorted and Marcelo put his hands up in frustration.

"Cris she loves you. Someone, even someone like Neymar, could never come in between you two."

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The drive home was extremely tense for me but the roads were surprisingly clear after all of that chaos. As I pulled into the driveway, I saw the convertible in the garage so at least I knew she was at home.

All the lights in the house were off and that scared me. I entered the house through the kitchen door and was met with the scent of something mouthwatering. Her lasagna sat on the counter, hot and ready to be eaten if Samira or Izabella had come over but it was strangely neglected.

Where the hell is she?

Lucky bounded over to me barking softly. He's really grown to like me these days. I chuckled "Hey buddy, where's your mom?" He perked up his ears but nothing else after that. I sighed as he turned and ran up the hall to his sleeping basket.

I searched all over, getting worried with each empty room, until I came up to the last hall in the house which her art room was.

A faint glow indicated that she was indeed in there and relief instantly washed over me.

Her art room was really a thing beauty.

She is definitely multitalented. Her portaits hung on one side of the room while her paintings, finished and half finished, all equally and hauntingly beautiful. The one I especially loved was her self portrait which was the one with the least effort but held the most emotion which was in her eyes.