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*** Part 2 of One More Night ***
Cristiano wouldn't say he had an obsession with James, he wasn't stalking him 24/7 or constantly checking his instagram for updates. No. He wasn't like that... Or at least not all the time. He was just drawn to the boy, has been for years now. So when he finally had the opportunity to have him under him, he took it. All the time. Never once did James say no, he never pushed him away, he always pulled him closer, albeit a bit reluctant sometimes. Either way, he never said no.
Everything was going fine, he and James had a deal, an unspoken one but still a deal. They would use each other for pleasure and the next day have a very professional relationship on the pitch. Cristiano thought everything was going to be fine, he thought everything was okay. But, according to James everything was the complete opposite.
Cris would blame James for it all, saying he shouldn't have brought feelings into it. They had an arrangement that he thought was working for both ends but apparently that wasn't the case. So when James decided he was going to leave Real Madrid, Cristiano knew immediately it wasn't because he "wanted to try something new" it was because he was trying to get away from Cris. To say that hurt his ego was understatement, he was truly hurt by the discovery. He never thought James would do such a thing, but he also couldn't blame him.
"You okay there?" Cris looked over seeing Georgina staring at him, a small smile on her face. They were best friends, ever since Irina left she had been the one to take her place. The media thought the two were in a relationship even when neither of them had said anything about it. Their relationship was strictly platonic. "You look like you're concentrating real hard," she shrugged and continued to eat her salad. Cristiano frowned and didn't know what to say back.
"Well, I'm just thinking of things is all." He also began to pick at the food on his plate.
"You're thinking of him."
Cristiano rolled his eyes and sat back in his chair, "No."
She raised a brow and he hated that he was so transparent, it was a blessing and a curse.
"Okay maybe I am, but it's not like I'm in love with him or anything. I'm just wondering is all-"
"It's okay Cris," she muttered and sat back as well. Crossing her legs and facing him. "You're game with him is tomorrow and I know what's going through that head of yours."
"Oh?" He laughed a bit and faced her, crossing his arms. "And what exactly is going through this head of mine?"
"You're thinking about how you're going to get him back in your bed," she smirked and he gasped a bit taken aback at how she knew. It was disturbing.
"Uh no," he shook his head laughing. "No no no, that's the last thing either of us need right now. Like he'd ever agree anyways."
"And since when were you, the Cristiano Ronaldo, ever the sensible one?" She asked and he rolled his eyes pouting a bit. "You can act humble and smart all you want Cris, but I see right through you."
