Sway with Me

Chapter Seventeen: Give Us A Chance

Walking down the street, Isabelle tried to relax as she thought about what she was doing after the show had finished on Friday night; Cristiano had asked her to meet him for lunch on the Sunday since he’d played against Granada on Saturday.

The red head was dressed in a cream trapeze top with lace insert and high waisted ultra-skinny jeans in light wash paired with black studded pointed court shoes and her brown leather scallop satchel.

Isabelle had been to have her hair done earlier that morning taking it from light copper golden blonde that she usually had to majirouge, which she thought looked good.

Stepping into the café where she agreed to meet Cristiano, Isabelle grinned as she spotted the Portuguese waiting for her; he was reading over something and hadn’t noticed her enter.

“Hola,” Isabelle greeted cheerfully, she was always in a good mood after having her hair done and it had given her time to think about things with Cristiano.

The Portuguese smiled as he closed his book and looked at Isabelle as she sat down, he stared at her for a moment making the red head grin.

“You like?” she asked running a hand through her hair as Cristiano tried to get used to the sudden change in colour.

“It’s different,” Cristiano said as he attempted to recover from his surprise at what Isabelle had done; he had never known anyone to do something like this at short notice, Irina would never consider changing her own hair colour.

“I woke up this morning and decided I wanted to do something different… so here it is,” Isabelle said with a shrug as she picked up the menu that lay on the table.

Cristiano watched her for a moment, she seemed so much more happier than the last time he had seen her; the red head glanced at him, she had a feeling that this wasn’t going to be a pleasant chat about the weather.

“I want to talk about what happened last week… Isa we can’t pretend like nothing happened,” Cristiano said making the red head sigh as she glanced around, she couldn't believe that he was starting this conversation here.

Cristiano watched her for a moment, he already knew what he had to say and he hoped that it would make her consider what he was offering her.

“I’m ending things with Irina tonight… then I’m all yours,” the Portuguese said making Isabelle stare at him, she couldn’t believe what she was hearing; Cristiano gently took her hand making the red head sigh as she realised that she had to make a decision.

***

Sitting in the private of Isabelle’s apartment, the two stared at each other; having thought that it would be best if they didn't have this talk in public, Cristiano now waited to hear what Isabelle had to say.

“What do you want me to say here?” Isabelle asked making the Portuguese sigh as he moved closer to the red head; he didn't want to lose her and was willing to wait until she was ready to start anything with her.

“I want to know if you’ll give us a fair chance… I care about you Isa, I have only ever felt this way about one other person and it killed me to lose her,” Cristiano said making Isabelle stare at him, she had read somewhere in passing about the Portuguese had lost the mother of his son.

Though his family had denied it repeatedly, the bad boy image of Cristiano Ronaldo had only gotten worse from there.

“I’ll give you a chance Cris… but I can’t do that while you’re still with Irina, I won’t become the other woman,” Isabelle said making him nod understandingly, he had already told her that he planned on ending things with Irina that night.

“When I have could I take you to dinner?” Cristiano asked making the red head smile and nod, she couldn't remember the last time that someone had taken her to dinner.

“I’d like that,” Isabelle said as Cristiano moved to sit next to her, he knew that he wouldn’t be able to show her how much he cared for her until after he was done with Irina.

***

Irina grinned as she stepped into Cristiano’s home, she had received a text from him that he was home alone and needed to see her; the Russian couldn't believe her luck especially after uncle Demetri had told her that he wouldn’t get involved with messing with Isabelle, he refused to help her harm an innocent person because Irina was jealous of her.

“Baby I’m home… I popped into Victoria Secret on the way and picked up a couple of things that I think you’ll like,” Irina purred as she strutted into the living room where Cristiano was waiting for her; she had repeatedly been turned down by Victoria Secret whenever she auditioned for them, though she couldn't understand why.

However she paused when she saw the look on Cristiano’s face and a sudden bad feeling started to take over as she stared at him.

“Baby,” she said as she moved to sit next to him but Cristiano didn't let her touch him, he’d already informed his family that he was ending things with Irina; something they all seemed thrilled about, Nuno was quick to guess that it had something to do with Isabelle.

“We need to talk Irina,” Cristiano said as he stood and moved away from her, his eyes lingering on a picture of his son that was on the mantel piece of his living room.

He couldn't remember the last time that he had been able to spend some quality time with his son; Irina disliked the little boy and often insisted that Cristiano spend time with her instead of his son.

“Irina, there is no better way to say this but I think it’s time that we ended this,” Cristiano said making the Russian stare at him as she realised what was happening; she couldn't believe that he was doing this to her.

“Irina, we both knew coming into this that I wasn’t looking for anything serious… I’d just lost Penny and I had a newborn son,” the footballer said as a small bit of grief filled him as he thought of the mother of his child; even if he had moved on she’d always hold a place in his heart.

Irina pursed her lips as she watched him.

“This is about that dancer isn’t it… I knew the moment I saw you two together that she’d be trouble,” the model spat angrily as she got to her feet; she couldn't believe that she was losing to some ballroom dancer.

Cristiano sighed as he watched her for a moment; he didn't know what he had ever seen in her and now all he could see was the gold-digger that his family saw.

“You won’t get away with this… if it’s the last thing I do, I’ll make you both pay,” Irina said before she grabbed her coat and stalked out of the house.

Cristiano flinched as he heard the front door slam closed before he heard his son over the baby-monitor, he sighed as he moved to make sure that he was okay; his mind starting to plan his future with Isabelle, he wanted to show her that this was worth the risk.

Stepping into his son’s room, Cristiano smiled as he moved to pick him up, his mind already forming the prefect first date for him and Isabelle; Junior looked at his father, as the older Portuguese held him close, this was going to be a proper new start for the both of them.