Thinking Unthinkable||Cristiano Ronaldo

Chapter nine.

Emily's pov.

It's been now six weeks. I haven't really spoken to Leo and my father. But I've been busy with the champions league, training and La liga matches. I don't have time for myself anymore. I joined Real Madrid a few weeks before La liga and The champions league came to a termination. Next week it's the champions league finals. It's us against Athletico de Madrid. In the past Real Madrid have played the champions league finals against them and successfully beat them.

Today is the last La Liga match. We were second and all we had to do was win, but Barcelona had to either tie or lose the match that they had right now, which was very unlikely.

I haven't spoken to Cristiano much, mainly because I've heard rumors that he's back together with Irina. I don't want to cause any trouble between them.
I got ready as usual, into my training uniform, and my hair into Dutch braids.
I took a cab to the stadium, and when I arrived people were already taking up the seats in the Bernabéu.

I put my stuff in the locker room, and walked over to Gareth, Sergio, and Marcelo.
"Hola!" I greeted.
They all greeted back. I stretched, ran, and finally kicked some balls. And no I don't mean it literally.
We had to get back to the locker room, so I quickly grabbed my uniform and sprinted towards the bathroom.
I quickly changed and headed with the team.
As usual, I stood between Cristiano and Karim.
"Oii, what's wrong princess you haven't spoken to me in days." He said.
I gave him a 'are you serious face.' Of course I haven't spoken to him. He was flirting with me, whilst he got back with Irina.
We got into our positions. This game was calm and simple.
We won 4-0. One from Cristiano, Karim, Gareth, and Modrić. I didn't score but I was glad we won.
I went into the boys locker room and as usual I asked, "is everyone dressed?" They all said yes, so I got my suitcase. Cristiano was no where in sight.
I walked to the bathroom, but before I could fully close the door a foot stopped it. My heart pounded, what in bloody hell was going on?
"Calm down babygirl it's just me." A voice said. I immediately recognised the strong Portuguese accent.
I sighed.

"What do you want?" I asked him.
He stepped into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
He came directly at me with force, pinning my hands above my head. My back was laid out onto the wall.
"Let me go!" I raised my voice.
"Tell me, why won't you talk to me! I didn't do anything wrong." He protested.
"You..you have a girlfriend." I spat.
"Who told you that?!" He raised his voice.
"Rumours."
"Don't believe rumours princess, I don't have a girlfriend." He lowered his tone.
"You don't?" I confirmed.
He nodded. "I only have a heart for you right now." He Added. I gave him a smile, he Leaned in and brushed his lips against mine. He teased me, I stood there trying to process what was about to go down. His lips met my neck, where he immediately found my sweet spot. I moan escaped my lips. He let go of my hands that were held above my head. He came back up, to give me a slow but passionate kiss. His tongue slipped into my mouth, as both tongues intertwined. He pulled away after a few seconds out of breath.

"Until I see you again." He said as he smirked. He exited the bathroom, and I just stood there trying to process what had just occurred. My emotions just got deeper and deeper towards him. That was the last thing I wanted.

I changed and I looked at myself in the mirror. I noticed a purple spot on my neck.
"Dammit cris.." I muttered.
I didn't have make up, so I put my hair down to kind of hide it.

Today, I was going to visit my brother, but before he freaks I need to go home and cover this up. I got home, and put on a bit of make up to cover it. Worked perfectly. I didn't bother to change, and I just called a cab to take me to camp nou. They were still certainly there because Leo told me to meet him there. I got greeted at the entrance by security, but they didn't want to let me in. Until of course the flirt Neymar had to come into play.

"She's with me." He told them. They let me past.
"You didn't have to." I stated.
"Hey, you're the coaches daughter, I kinda do have to." He stated.
"As well as my best friends sister." He added.
What the fuck? How did he know. Did Leo tell him? Was he mental? He couldn't tell Neymar.
"Who told you!" I spat.
"My buddy." He smirked.
"Listen, you tell anyone I will cut off your neck."
"Ooh, calm down darling."
"don't call me that." I walked In front of him ignoring him as he called my name.
I saw Leo on the pitch, and went towards him.
"What the hell do you think your doing?" I asked him.
He chuckled, "what do you mean?"
"I know you told Neymar." I stated.
"Oh, yeah he's my best bud." He smiled.
I calmed down, because I realized that I did the same by telling Gareth.
"Then, you wouldn't mind if I told Gareth?" I asked.
"WHAT YOU TOLD HIM! HOW DARE YOU!" He raised his voice. Ouch.
"You told Neymar so we're even you jerk." I said.
"Fine fine. I'm sorry I just don't like anyone on the Real Madrid squad." I just rolled my eyes.
I walked over to my father and greeted him.
"Congratulations on winning La Liga." I told him.
"Gracias Hija." He said.
"So how have you been?" I asked.
"Good. You?"
"Great, anything new?" I asked
"Well, actually I've been meaning to speak to you..." He started.
"Barcelona have told me, to ask you something. It's the end of La liga already, and we all know you're a stupendous player and we are ready to offer €65 million." He said.
I chuckled, "dad you know I love you and Leo but I'm staying in Real Madrid. It's my home."
"Well, listen if you change your mind you just tell Zinedine so the transfer goes threw eh?" He asked. I nodded.
"Well, nice speaking to you." He said. I said my goodbyes and left.
I got back home, I had a big game in a week. I could shine or fail in this game who knows.
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Aye! It's me. Lmao, this is short but I'm debating on starting a new book. Either of the sidemen or zayn but I still don't know. X