Thinking Unthinkable||Cristiano Ronaldo

Chapter fourteen.

Emily POV

Today's the day, that Cristiano and I visit my father at Camp Nou. It's about 6:00am, and it took me a while to wake up, but I finally managed. I didn't pack for much. I packed for two days. Even though I only packed for two days, my suit case felt like I packed for sixty-five days.I groaned at the thought of having to take it around with me.

I called a cab, which only took a few minutes to get here. I told him my destination which was Cristiano's house. Once we arrived, I was still stunned at the size of the house. I know I've been here twice or once before but the house always takes my breath away. I called him, he carried a bigger suit case then I did.

"I thought I would be the one to carry bigger..." I muttered as he approached the cab.
He greeted me, and put his suitcase in the back.

He told the cab, driver what airport to get to. Then he directed his attention to me.
"So, how does it feel to be the girlfriend of THE Cristiano Ronaldo?" He asked with a devilish smirked. Arrogant son of a gun.
"Eh, its okay." I smiled playfully. He gave me a 'I'm so hurt look'. I just chuckled, he slipped his hand onto mine. I gave him a small smile, after a few minutes..he finally spoke.
"My hand is sweaty." He laughed off, as I did as well. "Doesn't matter to me. I mean, I'm holding the hand of THE Cristiano Ronaldo." I said as I rolled my eyes.
"Duh, you're right. I better keep it here so you enjoy it." I shook my head in disappointment.

Once we arrived at the airport, Cristiano paid the taxi driver, I had offered to pay but he didn't let me. He took my bags as well, I followed him onto a white jet. It was very well decorated in the interior.

We took off, I sat towards the window and Cris sat, next to me. I took a short nap, but got woken up because We had landed. It was around 11:00 in the morning, so we had just enough time to visit my dad.

We got off the jet, called a cab. Cristiano had taken matters into his own hands in renting out a house in Barcelona, which was well near the stadium. We walked into the house, it wasn't as big as Cristiano's house but it was damn sure nicer then my apartment. Cristiano and I just dropped our bags, and got back into the cab. We told him to drive us to camp Nou, where I would be meeting my father and my brother that most people don't know about, especially Cristiano.

Once we arrived to the stadium I was a bit nervous on what people would say. But, Cristiano tried to comfort me as he knew I was a bit nervous.

We entered, and there was the press on top of us asking questions that we ignored. Some were dumb, and some weren't. For example someone asked, "are you going to ask Luis to let you join Barcelona? Emily and Cristiano?" I just laughed. But most of the questions went towards Cristiano. He was in the stadium of the long term rival Leo Messi! I mean who wouldn't want to know why.
The next one was a bit more, relevant.
"Are you going to meet your girlfriends father?" A middle aged, tall woman asked. Cristiano grabbed my hand  intertwining his fingers with mine. Which gave a picture for the press.

Once we got away from the press we entered the field, I could see all the Barcelona boys eyes on us. Especially a death glare from Leo. Our eyes met, and he was beyond pissed but his mood seemed to soften once Neymar came and comforted him. But once Neymar had caught on why he was pissed, he look at Cristiano and I with the same glare Leo had. I looked up at Cristiano he looked down at me and then looked at Neymar. He flashed Neymar a smirk, and a devilish wink. I knew exactly, what was happening, but I chose to ignore it because my dad was approaching us.

"Hello, Cristiano and Emily!" My father said a bit loud which startled me a bit.
"Hola Dad." He gave him a kiss on the cheek.
"Hello, Luis." Cristiano shook his hand.