Thinking Unthinkable||Cristiano Ronaldo

Chapter nineteen

Emily's POV.

It's been about two weeks ever since I slept with Cristiano, media sparked many rumours. I didn't want to address them because if I did, I would be in huge problems.

We had just had a match against, an easy team. We won, I scored once. That has been about my tenth goal with the club.

I was walking, alone in the hallway when I was approached by Neymar.
"Hey cutie, nice goal out there!" Neymar flashed a smile.
"Hey, and thanks." I smiled at him.
"So, we've been going on dates...and I really think your perfect. I've asked Leo about this and he agrees with me. It's time for me to make a move so I wanted to know would you be my girlfriend?" He asked. I widened my eyes, as he stared at me with a baby face. If I were to say no, I would feel horrible. Neymar was sweet, and maybe it was time for me to move on. Cristiano was an asshole either way.
"Yes." I simply said, a big smile came on his face.

He connected his lips with mine, and I kissed him aswell. It was a slow kiss, which I had to pull away because I was out of breath. I gave him a smile.

"You're so beautiful." He complimented. maybe it was a good thing. Maybe it was time for me to move on from Cristiano. Neymar was cute, and he was very sweet as well.

"Mind if I take you home?" He asked me. I nodded and agreed. He took me home, I needed to go to Madrid and pack some more clothes.
"Neymar can you do me a big favour?" I smiled.
"Hmm?" He hummed.
"Can you take me to the laundry mat." I asked, pouting.
"Fine, only because you're mine." He told me. I smiled.
I ran upstairs taking my suitcase where all my dirty clothes were. I put them in the car and sat in the drivers seat.
"Ready?" He said, and I nodded. It was pretty quiet in the car. We arrived to the laundry mat, and I walked in giving my laundry to the lady. She said it would be done in two days, which was quick. I got in the car and Neymar was tired. I could tell.
He took me home, and we said our goodbyes. I opened my door, and went to my bedroom. It was dark, and I tripped over something.
"Ow, fucking-" I got cut off by heavy breathing which was certainly not my breathing. The lights flashed on and there was a figure on my bed.
"Cristiano what the fuck are you doing here?" I asked him.
"You know already, so let's just get to it." He said, in a arrogant tone.
"leave, I'm not your sex toy." I chuckled.
"Come on baby." He smirked.
He came closer to me, putting his finger on my chin lifting it up slowly.
He was about to lean in, but I pushed him away.
"Princess...-" I cut him off.
"I have a boyfriend." I blurted out. It was the only way that he would leave me alone.
His eyes widened.
"so you're telling me, I traveled from Madrid to here for nothing?" He sighed.
"It was for your pleasure, but it's done. I don't want anything to do with you anymore." I gritted my teeth.
"and I still love you.." he said as he left with a hurt look on his face. I sighed, as I knew the feeling was mutual.

I couldn't cheat on Neymar, it just wasn't me.
I left my white dress on. Then I decided to go shopping. I called a cab , and went to the mall. I bought so much clothes that I had to call Leo.
He showed up and wasn't excited.
"Okay I'm sorry I need clothes!" I laughed.
He sighed, and looked at his phone but then his expression changed as if he realised something.
"YOU SAID YES TO NEYMAR!" he yelled. People didn't recognise him because he was wearing shades, and a black hoodie that cover his face.
"Shut up." I smiled as I handed him some bags to carry.

He took me home, but I had to take four trips downstairs to get all my bags. I thanked Leo and went back upstairs. I went straight to bed, and thought about life.
•••

I woke up the next morning, and felt a little off.
I jumped out of bed running to the bathroom, a load of brown throw up came out of my mouth.

Thankfully we didn't have a game , I laid in bed hopelessly. I hated being sick. My stomach ached. I watched pretty little lairs, and then at eight I watch Monday night Raw. Before I knew it the day was gone.

•••

I woke up that Tuesday, my stomach felt much better. I had a headache but it was something minor. We had a champions league match tomorrow, and we had practice today but I didn't really want to go. I had to, it wasn't a choice. I got up, And took a shower,
After I dressed into sweatpants and a sweater. I called a cab, and arrived after thirty-minutes of pure traffic.

I walked in, and there was everyone already training.
"You're late darling." I looked around to see Neymar teasing. I chuckled and said,
"See, it doesn't matter I'm the coaches daughter." I winked as he just bursted out laughing.

I walked over to my father and he seemed a bit down.
"What's up dad?" I asked smiling.
"Nothing much, just Media problems." He sighed.
"About?"
"Media sparked that You are unhappy at Barcelona, and that I'm a bad father." He sighed.
"Dad, you're an amazing father. I couldn't imagine my life without you anymore." I hugged him. He cracked a small smile.
"But that's not it.." he sighed. I raised an eyebrow.
"Real Madrid, have offered to buy you back...they offered two days ago. That's why all these Media things surfaced. I saw..how sad you were here in Barcelona." He said.
"Dad I'm not-" I got cut off by him.
"Emily, you didn't celebrate any goals, you didn't even want to take a penalty against Real. I know this hurt you, and I don't want to make you feel obligated to be here. I know your life is in Madrid. So I told them yes, and you're officially done with Barcelona tomorrow after your last match." He cracked at the end.
My fathers expression was something I would never ever like to see again. He rubbed his face, I don't know. Something in me felt really bad, and I started to cry.

"Don't cry.." my father muttered as he hugged me.
I didn't say anything, I just sobbed into his chest.
"Sister?" Leo asked. I wiped my tears, turning my attention to him. I took a last glance at my father and he left turning around as he rubbed his eyes. I just sobbed even more.
"I can't believe it.." I breathed.
"I've heard.." he sighed.
"You're an amazing player Emily, i don't want you to go. I feel like you should belong in Barcelona. But you don't feel the same, you are a true Madrid fan from the heart. I'm sorry I pressured you to take the penalty in the Madrid  game. I love you Emily." I smiled, and ran into Messi's arms.
"I love you too." I sniffled.
Then of course my boyfriend came over.
"Princess what's wrong?" He asked.
I looked over at Leo and signalled for him to tell Neymar. Leo nodded and started to talk, as I walked away.

I went home, going to Madrid is great. But having to face Cristiano is a whole different story. I feel conflicted and I'm not ready. I thought if I were to go back to Madrid it would take some time. But I'm going back now, and it's only been a Couple of months. Maybe, I should just quit football in definite.

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