Thinking Unthinkable||Cristiano Ronaldo

Chapter thirteen

Emily's POV

He took me in his Ferrari, such a luxury. But as he once said, "hard work pays off." It was black in the exterior but in the interior it had dark leather seats. He opened the door for me, and I sat down. I shivered as I sat because the seat was a bit cold. A few seconds later Cristiano came in.

"Where are we going?" I asked him.
"A restaurant." He said, as he pasted his eyes to the road. He took my hand intertwining it with mine. I gave him a small smile. The car ride wasn't silent, we were talking about different things we like to do when we're not playing football.

We arrived at a restaurant, I wasn't sure if it was in Madrid or not, because I wasn't really paying attention to my surroundings.
The restaurant was quite fancy, it was like a restaurant you would only see in a movie.

"We've arrived." Cristiano spoke. I got out of the car, I took a glance at my surroundings. It was a stunning view.
"Shall we?" He asked taking my hand. I nodded as we entered, a beautifully decorated restaurant. I couldn't take my eyes off the decoration.

"reservations for two, the name is Cristiano." He told a mid-aged man that was wearing a blue tuxedo. He led us two a table for two, on a balcony. The stunning view that was with us, was amazing. I couldn't believe how beautiful this restaurant was.

"Beautiful view huh?" Cristiano said is a smooth tone. I nodded.
"Beautiful like you." He gave me a small, but yet an enchanting smirk. As he knew that I would blush.

"Told you, I'm smooth like butter on toast." He smiled. I just chuckled at the simile. The waiter came over and took our orders. I ordered a simple chicken salad, as well as Cristiano. He ordered a glass of water and I ordered some orange juice. It was weird that I drank orange juice at this time but honestly I didn't care.

"So, I know you well even enough babygirl to tell that something's wrong. Now I want you to tell me what it is." He said out of no where.
I looked at him with a confused look, was it that obvious that something was wrong?

"You know exactly what I'm talking about." He said, as he took a sip from his glass of water.
I looked at him, narrowing my eyes. Of course I wasn't going to tell him! He would throw a fit right then and there.

"As I said, nothing is wrong. If you don't believe me then don't. But nothing is wrong, so don't worry about it." I told him confidently looking him straight into his eyes.

"Why the rant? You could've only said, nothing is wrong. Instead you ranted, as if you were lying." He smirked, he had some sort of power to tell that I was lying. I rolled my eyes.
"I'm not."

The food came shortly, and it was good. I took a sip of my orange juice as I casually choked on my salad. Something got stuck down my throat, but the juice let it go down. Cristiano just looked at me and chuckled. After I was done choking I smacked him on the arm for laughing.

After dinner, we decided to leave. It was getting late, I was still a bit triggered by Leo so I decided to pay a bit of revenge. Sweet, sweet revenge that I knew was going to get him furious. Cristiano was taking me home, on the car ride there, there wasn't much talking going on.

I cleared my throat, finally killing the silence in the car.
"Cristiano.." I asked.
"Hmmm?" He hummed.

"Do you want to come with me to Barcelona to visit my father tomorrow?" I asked him.
He took a few seconds to respond, his right hand was on the steering wheel as the other was on his chin. He smirked and took a slight glance at me.

"Of course, when does our flight leave?" He said, with a devilish tone. What was he planning?

"Uh, actually now that you remind me we have to actually book them." I groaned.
"We'll go in my jet, just be at my house at 8:00am." He told me. I nodded. When we arrived at my house, he got out of the car as well as I.

He followed me into my apartment, which was like a tiny ant home compared to his.
I sat down, and he didn't sit. Instead, he got on one knee as if he was proposing

"Emily Beckham Enrique..." he cleared his throat. I took a big gulp that could be heard from miles away. I wasn't sure what words I was going to hear coming from him.

"Every since I laid eyes on you, I knew there was something about you. And yes, that may sound a bit cliché but I mean it. These past months have been the best, I've really enjoyed your company. Honestly, I feel a connection to you. You're one of the best things that has happened to me ever, and I'm here to ask you today, Will you be my girlfriend? Officially." He took out a ring, that was gold. It had "E+C" carved into it. I stood there as if I was paralysed and couldn't move.

His brown orbs, looked straight into mine. He was waiting for an answer and I just stood there like a fool.

Instead of giving him an answer I bent down next to him and gave him a slow but passionate kiss. He didn't hesitate to kiss back, he couldn't keep his balance so he fell backwards breaking the kiss. I laughed, because he fell on his ass.

"Fuck.." he muttered. He got back up, as so did I. "Is that a yes?" He questioned once more.
I nodded, as he slipped on the ring.

"See you tomorrow?" He asked, I nodded and gave him a peck on the lips as he left I just stood there dumbfounded on how I just became Cristiano Ronaldo's official girlfriend.

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Hella short. And I apologize I've been busy. So I decided not to edit this.