Ronaldo and Khloe<3

Effecting me

Cristiano's POV

"Khloe can we talk for a second?" I asked as I lifted my head up.

I didn't bother giving her time to think about it I just grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the house. I wanted to explain to her how I felt about the whole situation. I knew someone had told her about Fabio and Irina because she kept making rude remarks. She wouldn't even look at me when she spoke. It was obviously Marcelo.

The guy was my Bestfriend but he also acted like a brother to Khloe.

I could see Khloe tense up and I could tell she wasn't at ease. I pulled her in to hug her and it took a few moment for her to finally hug back.

"I love you ok." I said as I pulled back.

"Then why?" She asked and I could see she was trying to hold back the tears.

"Why what?"

"Why does it bother you that there together.." There was a long pause.

"Cris I want to know, do you still love Irina?" She asked and looked around clearly not wanting to look me in the eyes or face.

"Of course not!"

"Then why does it bother you!" she shouted clearly she was frustrated.

"I dont know." I said. Because that was the truth. I didn't know why it bothered me before. After sleeping it off and having time to think I had come to my scences that it was pointless to care.

"Khloe listen, it bothered me at first but I dont care anymore. Ok? So can we please just forget about everything?"

She just sighed,turned back around, and opened the back door to rejoin Enzo and Marcelo.

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Khloe POV

-next morning-

It was chilly morning. One of the coldest days this year. The kitchen smelled like coffee beans and burned toast. I had a blanket wrapped around me and clung to it tightly, bringing it closer to my body every minute. Me and Cristiano hadn't spoken the rest of the day yesterday and instead chose to ignore each other. Or at least thats what I chose. He however had tried to make conversation but i would just reply with short responses or simply pretend I didn't hear him.

He had to think I could be a fool to forget about something like that. The past 24 hours ive been asking myself the same question over and over.

"Does he have feeling for her?"

I wanted the answer to be no more than anything. But i couldn't help but feel that he did.

My phone buzzed and my thoughts were interrupted my yours truly, Cristiano Ronaldo.

I opened the text message,

"Hey I forgot a form that I needed to bring to the medical squad, just a yearly check up thing, on the counter. Mind bring it over? Please. Love yeah."

"Yeah sure."

I wasn't going to say no. I might not even be mad at him. But I am confused. And no matter what I guess were still together.

I unwrapped the warm blanket from my body and put on a jacket along with my burberry scarf, that had actually been a gift from Cris. I took the papers from the counter along with my bag and headed for the car.

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I entered through the front doors. There were few photographers but most of them where calm and only a few even bothered to take picture. I walked town the long and familiar hallway that lead to the locker room.

Just as I turned the corner there stood Fabio. With Irina of course. His hands were around her waist and she had one hand going through his hair. My head and heart started pounding and i started feeling a whirl wind of emotions when their lips met. I couldn't explain what it was. Jealousy? No I was over him, along time ago too. When there eyes meant mine Irina smirked and Fabio coughed. I acted like I hadn't seen anything and that i wasn't effected by it. I opened the locker room door and entered.

Cris had on his training pants but no shirt. His abs were defined and sculpted nicely. I tried not to stare to much.

"I brought you umm papers that you wanted." I said as I pulled them out of my bag and handed them to him.

He took the papers but stood there, staring at me for god knows how long.

"I um should go home. Ill see you later."

I kinda felt guilty that I was complaining that he felt something towards Fabio and Irina when I just did too. And it wasn't, "love." It was more "hatred."

"Khloe."

"Yeah."

"Can we not?" he pouted.

"Not what?" I asked confused.

"Not argue, not shun each other, not complain about the way things are? Because the way I see it is if I'm with you everything perfect." then he let out a long sigh, "Please."

I smiled slightly and wrapped my arms around him. We hugged each other tightly. His face was in my hair and he murmured a, "I love you." I pulled us apart and let myself go. I couldn't resist any longer. My lips were on his in a matter of seconds. It didn't take long for me to be pushed up against his locker. We just kept kissing and all my worries, regrets, questions, just completely disappeared. The kiss deepened and we only stopped when both of us were out of breath. He pulled away and gave me one last peak.

"Marry me." He said.

"What?" I asked shocked.

"Marry me." he repeated.