Motion Sickness (Cristiano Ronaldo)

19. Motion Sickness (Cristiano Ronaldo)

19. Motion Sickness (Cristiano Ronaldo)

"Chupa mi pinga!" I called out to Kaká who just told me fuck off in Spanish. The guys 'Ohhh'ed at him as he gave me an incredulous look. In truth, I had no idea as to what I said to him. I remember my friend telling me 'chupa' meant sucking something. I wasn't sure if I had said it right.

"Do you even know what that means?" Cristiano teased me as he leaned against the seat in front of me.

"Not even." I shook my head. Leaning in, I gave him a quick peck on the lips. "Go. Train."

"Trying to get rid of me?"

"If I had a say in any of this, we'd be in bed all day." Cristiano gave me an amused look, as he chuckled. As he leaned in for another kiss, I turned my head for him to peck my cheek instead of my lips. "Tease." He mumbled against my skin. I laughed, smacking him in his chest before ushering him forward to his team.

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"Sergio." Cristiano said through gritted teeth, as his arm made it's usual way around my waist. This time it was a little rougher, which was unlike him, unless he was jealous.

"Hola." Sergio Canales replied to him. We were all in the lounge just chilling after their practice and I got to know some more players. This time it happened to be Sergio. He was one of the younger ones playing for Real Madrid. He was like eighteen or nineteen I think.

I burst out laughing at the action Cristiano just did. I knew whenever he got a little rough like that, it was because he was jealous. Did he really think I was interested in Sergio? Sure, he was cute, but he was far too young.

"You were jealous." I stated as a matter of fact to him. My lips brushed past his ear as I whispered it to him. Which took a lot of effort given the fact he was so much taller than I. Seriously, I'll need to start wearing heels near him. He was 6"1 and here I stand being 5"4.

"No." He said as he slightly turned his head to answer me. I laughed some more at the denial, this wasn't the first time he got jealous.

Take the time we were taking a walk in Central Park with Adam, and some joggers slowed down just to supposedly look at me. Cristiano reacted then too, but that time he had taken his sweet time kissing me. (Which I didn't object to.) Or on our plane ride here. Some guy in the next aisle apparently was checking me out, so Cris put his hand on my leg, rubbing it slightly. That made the guy in the next aisle turn away embarrassed.

It was just cute. Every time he would catch other guys looking at me, he would make them notice I was taken. I didn't have to worry about girls looking at Cris because they should all know we're together.

"You are just too cute!" I exclaimed, pecking him on cheek. Before pinching it.

"Look who's whip." Kaká came over with a smirk on his face. Sweat dripped from his foreheads, which clearly told me he hadn't showered yet. Then again none of them had yet. Kaká advanced forward me with open arms trying to hug me.

"Gross no!" I fled behind Cristiano for protection. They laughed at my reaction, but I was being serious.

"You seem fine with Cristiano." He argued.

"Well it's different!" I whined to him.

"Just because you're dating." He rolled his eyes to me. Rolling my eyes at him, I flipped him the bird. "Ouch." He over dramatically exclaimed as he placed a hand over his heart, with a hurt expression.

"It isn't gonna work!"

"A guy can dream can't he?" He chuckled before heading off to the showers.