The Precious Nanny | Cristiano Ronaldo

Chapter 31 - why are you doing this

Cristiano

"Where are you going?" Estephany asks when Cristiano leaves the bed. He glances back at her, now covering her naked body with a bedsheet.

"I need to get some water." the Portuguese responds while quickly throwing on sweatpants he was previously wearing and proceeds to quickly exit the bedroom.

The regret would come to him in quiet moments, not because he just slept with Estephany, it's not something he hadn't done before, but because he felt like this was just a subtle way of self-deception.

Who was he trying to fool, nothing could make him get Melissa out of his mind, not even sex, which was something that always managed to distract him from any problems he would be having. At least for a minimum period of time.

Marcelo's words kept circling his head, serving as a painful reminder. "You're using Estephany to try and escape from what you truly feel." Why the hell did he have to open his mouth. He remarked annoyed.

Each corner of the mansion was consumed by darkness, it was pitch black, and not a sound could be heard. It was peaceful, exactly how he prefers it to be.

Making his way towards the kitchen, his mind inevitably wandered off to a much distant place, the kiss they wrongly exchanged, insisted on tormenting him, he was seriously considering calling Junior psychologist; he was surely needing one.

The feeling of uneasiness in his chest hadn't yet subsided, but he attempted to ignore it, at least for the rest of the night, which by now kept getting harder and harder to do.

Cristiano walked into the kitchen, flipping the light switch and bathing the room in artificial light. He walked over to one of the cupboards, opening it and grabbing a glass.

Heading over to the water jug, he picks it up and watches as it fills the glass with water, before placing the jug back down and bringing the cup to his mouth to take a sip.

Out of the corner of his eye, he spots a movement, and he jerks, startled by the sudden noise, water now dripping down his chin and onto his bare chest, he puts the glass down.

Turning, he spotted the thing that caused his momentary surprise: Melissa.

"I'm sorry, I thought everyone was asleep." she stutters, folding her arms against her chest, evidently uncomfortable.

"Is everything alright?" he asks, receiving a short yes as a response, while she bluntly continued to avoid eye contact with the man standing in front of her.

The silence between them was now unbearable, and all Cristiano wanted to do was to put an end to that awkward situation by getting out of there. He was more than aware by now that being this close to her with no one else around was extremely dangerous.

"I left the phone you gave me here." she finally breaks the silence, eyeing the object which to Cristiano's surprise was right beside him. The fact that he hadn't noticed the existence of that until now, utterly amazed him.

"Here." he picks up the phone and approaches the woman he swore to keep his distance from.

As she reaches to grab it, their hands inevitably come in contact with one another. The heat from her fingers creeps into his consciousness and his subconscious tells him to pull away. But he doesn't.

"Thank... you," she whispers, with a forced smile.

Their staring contest went on for a few more seconds until eventually she snapped out of it and finally retrieved her hand from his. Cristiano scratched his neck slightly embarrassed.