A Condemned Lust [Lionel Messi]

Chapter two

I wasn't thinking. I wasn't feeling. Feeling nothing but his skin over my body. The lips that i always wondered how they tasted, were now leaving traces all over my neck. It was a high i'd never experienced. An euphoria i'd never thought i'd know. And all i managed to do was lower my head backwards so he could have all the freedom he wants in sweet torturing my sensitive skin.

A sudden shrill ringing was heard, forcing us both to step back. I looked at the flashing screen on my bed, showing Mark's caller ID and our picture with his arms wrapped around me. Oh, great. I looked back at Leo, wanting to finally explain who Mark is, but i was struck by the sight of him leaving the room.

"Where are you going?" I called out, the ringing deafening me.

"I'll leave you to it." Is all he said without even turning around.

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After finishing the phone call and promising Mark that i'm going to see him one last time before his trip, i fell down on my bed, trying to process what just happened.

'He kissed you, smartpants, this is what happened.'
But how? But why? What about Antonella? What about the kids? Oh my god, what am i going to do?

I held my head in my hands, rubbing my temples, trying to figure out what's going to happen after this. The whole world was crumbling on me.

'Well, you know how these things end sweetie. No one has played with fire and remained unharmed.'
My thoughts were slowly breaking me. The voices sewing open my brain.

I jumped off of the bed at the sound of the main door being slammed. I rushed downstairs, to find no one was in the house anymore. I went to the kitchen looking for Marta to see if she knows anything. Marta was a lovely mid aged woman who helped Antonella with the house chores. She was very respectful and we always got along well.

"Hey, Marta. I was in my room upstairs when i heard the door. Who was it?"

"Hey sweetie. It was Leo. He said he was going for a walk. He came to the kitchen before leaving to grab a bottle of water."

"Oh.."

"Did something happen? He was a bit odd when i talked to him."

"No Marta. At least, nothing that i know of." I gave her a warm smile before exiting the kitchen. It was out of question for this conversation to move any further.

Is he really mad at me because of Mark? I just don't get it. Or is he mad because of what happened? I'm sure he regrets it. Oh I'm such an idiot! Why couldn't i just keep my god damn control?! Of course he wouldn't want to see me again after this..

I started panicking pacing the room from one side to another. I was going to pull my hair out of my scalp from all the stress kicking in.

Okay. If he doesn't want to see me again today, then he won't. Going upstairs, i grabbed my things and left, wishing the ground would swallow me whole.
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I woke up the second day with a severe headache from all the overthinking. And what's worse is that I couldn't even say a word to my best friend about it. Keeping it a secret for now was probably the wisest thing to do.

It was match-day, meaning Leo won't be home until late at night. It was the perfect timing since all i wanted to do was avoid him until i figure out this whole thing.

It was a rather normal day at the house with Thiago and Mateo. It was always relieving to spend time with them, and they helped me get my mind a bit off of the hole i dug myself into. Well, until Thiago smiled of course, showing me his father's identical dimple, throwing me back to that heavenly moment yesterday.