Thinking Unthinkable||Cristiano Ronaldo

Chapter eighteen

Emily's POV

It's been four weeks since my doubt in Barcelona. This week, we have a match against my former team. Real Madrid. I wasn't ready for it. They were visiting us, and honestly I would much rather just not play at all. I sighed, as it was time for me to suffer. Ever since Cristiano and I did the deed, I've not felt good at all. I've been feeling gloomy. I've gone out once again with Neymar, it was fun. But no matter what I do I feel like shit.

I got up from bed taking a shower, and getting dressed into a white dress. It was a lace dress aswell. I called a taxi, and when I got to the stadium. It was packed, everyone was there. Barcelona fans mostly but some Madrid fans were there. I got in greeting my father, and I got my uniform and changed immediately. We went out to the pitch to practice. I glance over at Gareth. He looks at me giving me a small smile, I run over to him embracing him in a hug.
"Hey." He said.
"Hi." I breathed.
"Okay, don't kill me now." He laughed, as I let go.
"I miss you and the team so much." I sighed.
"So why did you do it?" He immediately asked.
I felt like I owed a explanation, by now I would think Cristiano would have told him.
"I walked in on Irina onto of Cristiano." I softly said.
"Irina onto of Cristiano?" He question again, I nodded.
"You said it, she was on top of him. She's always doing that." He told me.
"What?" I questioned.
"She's always forcing herself on Cristiano before Cristiano met you, They were on and off and she would force herself on him." Gareth said softly. I'm a fucking idiot.
"I still don't even want to see him." I said simply.
"I miss you Emily, by the way good luck." He told me. I returned the words, and I took a glance at Cristiano who just flashed me a wink. I rolled my eyes, hoping no one would actually see that he did that.

I went back into the locker room putting on my full uniform. It didn't feel right. I would be starting as a midfield as always. We stood in line, and once entered the pitch the crowd went nuts. "Fuck..." I muttered.
We got into our positions, and I was nervous. Immediately, Real had the ball attack with their best. They ended up having a shot that Cristiano took. It was powerful but Our goalie covered it.

After fifteen minutes, something was wrong with me. I was exhausted. I didn't know why, but I was. We only had one shot towards the net and that was the shot Sergio Roberto made.

Then it struck me, in the middle of the pitch as I watched Cristiano with the ball.
Irina did set him up, she did it all. The weird notes that didn't sound like him, the dress that didn't seem like he bought.
"Fucking-"I got cut off.
"EMILY!" Leo called. I snapped out of my thoughts and ran towards modrić who had the ball. I took it away passing it to Leo. He took a shot but it failed.

Real Madrid recovered, control of the ball. Modrić ran with the ball, centralising it to Gareth. Gareth missed the shot but our goalie hit the ball with his hands, which was enough for Karim to make a fantastic goal.
"GOOOOOAAAAAALLLL DEL REAL MADRID!" I cracked a small smile, but it went away when I saw the team celebrating. I could be there but I was ignorant and didn't let Cristiano explain.
Before I knew it, it was half time. We went to the locker room, my father spoke but I was too busy in my thoughts to hear him.

I was so lost in my thoughts I didn't even notice it was time to go back. I grunted and went on onto the pitch. Leo passed to Suarez, Suarez to Neymar he ran up centralising it. But Pepe, my old buddy kicked Neymar. Which the ref gave a penalty. It wasn't a penalty but the ref thought it was. Leo called me over to take it.
"I'm not taking it." I told him.
"Like hell you are." He spat. I shrugged and walked away.
I wasn't going to take it, and it was to him to take it. He sighed, and kicked. He scored, and I didn't celebrate. I just stood alone in my position, again waiting for them to finish celebrating. People were Staring at me, but I didn't care.

We started again, and Real Madrid ran up threw the sides. Gareth ran, throwing it centralising it. Cristiano controlled it with his chest and kicked.
"GOOOOOAAAALLLL DE EL REAL MADRID." I smiled in the inside. Before we knew it, the ref blew the whistle. We had lost in our ground, I Greeted all the players on the Madrid team except Cristiano. My father was disappointed . I didn't want to see him like that so I left and changed into my white dress again. I waited for Leo who had agreed To take me home. Well at least my home, was actually a hotel room.

I waited in the hallway for Leo for about twenty minutes before he appeared.
"Were you putting on makeup?" I laughed.
"No, I was changing." Leo said.
"It was a rhetorical question." I rolled my eyes.
We got in his black Audi. It was nice, not as nice as Cristiano's but it sure beat what I had, which was nothing.

The stadium wasn't that quite far from my hotel. It was pretty close, so it was only about a ten minute drive.

"I saw that smile." Leo blurted out. I looked at him with a confused expression on my face.
"When Cristiano and Benzema scored you smiled." He said.
"Fuck..." I muttered.
"Okay, you can't blame me. I'm still a Madrid fan, and I love Madrid. Like I said in my goodbye speech, where ever I go I will always be shouting Hala Madrid." I said.
"Why didn't you take the penalty?" He questioned.
"Do you think I want to score against the best team in the world? Do you think I would love to score against my former team?" I sighed.
He nodded.

"I saw that wink Cristiano gave you aswell." He said.
"Bloody-" I didn't get to finish my sentence.
"If I find out that him and you are back together I will crush him, and will do anything In my power" he spoke in a serious tone.

I really wanted to say 'but you're the one who threw the first punch and ended up with a purple bloody face' but I thought it would put him over the edge if I said that.

The sun was going down and the moon was shining up. I opened my door to find Cristiano on my couch.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" I raised my tone.
"just waiting to please my love. You?" He said in a casual tone.
"We can't do this. It was a mistake the first time." I looked him dead in the eyes.
He raised his eyebrow at me, as he approached me.

"I won, so I need victory sex." He looked at me with a serious face but then a smirk appeared.
"Find a sex toy, but just leave me alone." I shouted. He placed, his hand over my mouth:
"The only shouting people should hear is my name."
I bit his hand, and he let go of pain.
He leaned in closer connecting his lips with mine. Once again, I was sucked into him.
It was a slow passionate kiss, very much different from the one we had a few weeks ago.
His lips found my neck, on the same spot of a few weeks ago. That mark he left on my neck had just gone away, and he placed it there once more.

Groans and moans filled the room the whole night. Once again I fell into the arms of Cristiano.

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Kinda short? Again, it's short sorry..