Thinking Unthinkable||Cristiano Ronaldo

Chapter seventeen.

Cristiano's POV

I can't believe it, she has joined Barcelona?!
She doesn't answer my calls or anything. But I'm pretty sure that she's in Barcelona right now having the time of her life. It's been about three and a half weeks ever since she left me, and I can't believe how much damage this girl has done to me.
But my world fell apart, when photos surfaced.
Photos of her and the moron I punched the shit out a few months ago.

She didn't want to see me, but I couldn't just sit here and let some dumbass take her away. I was going to get her back one way or another.

Emily's POV

"Neymar, I had a good time once again. " I told him as he drove me to my hotel room.
"Haha, I'm glad. I just wanted to take you out so you wouldn't be so down." He told me. I smiled. My brother urged me to go out with Neymar, and I didn't agree at first. But I just wanted to have fun, and not really have to sit at home and gloom all day about Cristiano. I had to show people I wasn't a weak person, especially him. So I agreed the first time to go out with Neymar and eventually it turned to be a weekly thing. It was really fun, but I just wanted to be friends for now.

Once we arrived to my hotel room, Neymar got out of the car.
"Goodnight kiss?" He questioned.
I laughed, "nope." I told him, he sighed.
He gave me a kiss on the cheek.
"See You another time pretty thing." He said, I smiled and waved as he got into his car. I went upstairs, and the door was open from my hotel room.

Weird, maybe I left it open? I thought to myself.

It was dark in the room, I was about to hit the light switch but someone had already done it for me. I jumped, as someone stood behind my door.
"Fucking hell, what are you fucking doing here?" I yelled in rage.
"baby, calm down. You sure need to check your mouth." He smirked.
"Leave." I grunted.
"Make me." He said walking towards me, his injury must have healed a bit.
"Listen, I don't want to see you. Why don't you go back to Irina and bother her not me. I don't have to for your bullshit. Stop calling me nicknames, stop calling me, stop talking to me in definite, just stop!" I raised my voice. He laughed, which infuriated me even more.

"I don't want Irina, I want you." He simply said.
I laughed, "and shoving your tongue down her throats says otherwise."
"I didn't." He stated as he got closer to me, he got close enough that my chest was on his.
"I want my tongue down your throat." He whispered in my ear making me shiver. I could smell his perfume, it was a smell that I would never forget.

His words had sucked me into him again.
He placed his lips on my neck, sucking on my sweet spot. A moan escaped my lips, as he carefully unzipped my dress. It fell to the ground leaving me exposed in my under garments.

"Fuck.. I've missed you" he groaned against my skin. He picked me up, making me wrap my legs against his waist. I could feel his member on me despite he still had his jeans on.
His lips met mine, it was a desperate kiss. He carried me to my bed. He placed my body carefully down on the bed.
His hands roamed my body, as his lips did aswell. He slipped off his shirt, and he looked amazing.

Everything he did was forgotten, and everywhere he touched me I moaned helplessly, as I couldn't contain it anymore. It felt so good, yet it was so wrong.
"Baby, you're so wet." He breathed out.

•••

Next thing I know, Cristiano laid next to me. We had just had sex again. I felt so guilty, because I was going on dates with Neymar and here I am fucking Cristiano.

"Leave." I said.
"Baby I'm sorry. Irina set me up! She even said it herself." Cristiano defended.
"Leave." I repeated.
"Baby-"
"Leave! Just leave me alone!" I yelled. He looked hurt and taken back. He got dressed quickly, and said
"This isn't over." Before he shut the door.
I took a shower, and changed. I was exhausted. But tomorrow I had to get up early, since it was the first day of La liga, and my time to doubt with my new club Barcelona.

•••

I woke up the next morning, recalling the events that had occurred yesterday. I was a bit sore. I groaned and got up. My number at Barcelona was going to be number two. I changed into something casual and called a cab. I arrived at the stadium, and I went towards my dad. Who was holding my uniform.
"Here it is!" He smiled.
I cracked a fake smile, why couldn't their uniform be a beautiful white, that was made by Adidas? Oh wait, that's because it's Madrid's uniform. I sighed taking it from him. I changed into it and it fit a little big but it would do.

After we changing we gathered in the locker room.
"Msn, is going to play on attack. Emily, you'll play in the mid-field along with the others. Defense will be the usual except Sergio Roberto on the right wing. Let's get an easy win against Celta." My dad said, I smiled. We got onto the pitch, some people booed but it was mostly support which was very surprising. I was ready for boo's.
I didn't feel nervous. The ref blew the whistle and the game started.
Leo, to Neymar. Neymar to Suarez, Suarez to Inesta, Inesta to me. I ran up the right side, making a clear central. Neymar kicked, but missed by the slightest. I shrugged, and walked away.

The goal kick from Celta wasn't a issue, Sergio Roberto gave it a header sending it to me. I passed to Inesta as he passed to Neymar. I was a bit out of my position but I ran to the penalty box and waiting for Neymar to centralize it. He did and I headed it into the net.
"Goalllllllll dellllll Barcelona." I sighed, Leo came giving me a hug. I got out of it walking back into my position. I didn't want to celebrate. I wasn't in the mood and I didn't really care.
The game started again, and Celta quickly attacked. But our defense took the ball sending it to me. I passed to Inesta, and he passed to Leo. Leo ran threw the central, but got thrown down to the floor. The ref blew a penalty. The Celta players protested, which even earned one of them a yellow card.
Leo was going to take the penalty but he called me over signaling for me to take it. I agreed, and I decided to take it. I decided to stand like Cristiano would. I took a breath and kicked the ball straight into the top right corner.
"goooooaaaaaalllllll dellll Barcelona!" Everyone cheered. I didn't really celebrate I just waved to the crowd. Leo gave me a hug aswell as Neymar and Sergio Roberto. I cracked a fake smile and returned to my position. Before I knew it, it was half time. We headed into the locker room.
"Great first half, Leo just attack a bit more? Aswell as Suarez. Emily great and I'm not just saying that because you're my daughter ." He said. I nodded.
"Dad- I mean Luis- or coach. Whatever, can you substitute me? I'm not feeling good." I told him he had a concerned look on his face, but he nodded. "Eh, okay. Sergio Busquets will replace you." I nodded, and went to the bench. I wasn't feeling it.

In the end Barcelona won, 3-0. Suarez, made one more goal.
"Emily, what's wrong?" Leo asked me.
"Nothing, just a bit off today." I told him he nodded.
"You can talk to me." He said. I nodded, something in me just went off. I started to cry, I didn't know why.
"What's going on sister?" He asked.
"I want to be in Madrid with my best friends!" I whined. He sighed.
"I know." He simply said. I wiped my tears.
"How?" I asked.
"You didn't celebrate the goals you made which gave me a hint." He shrugged.

"Go get some rest." He told me, I did as instructed. I went home and went straight to sleep.

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Okay, so I'm going to change the dates that Barcelona play with. Because I need, to change it due to the sakes of the book. Lmfao, so if you get confused don't. Oh and I know Leo and Luis don't speak English...in real life. So, yeah I'm aware