Ain't Life Grand? (Cristiano Ronaldo)

Didn't See That Coming

"Oh fuck me." I groaned in displeasure as I rubbed my forehead. My eyes focused on the pill and glass of water on the side table. I took the pill all too eagerly, and drowned it down with the water. The thin sheets couldn't protect me from the cool breeze let in by the open window.

"Oh good morning." He greeted with a smile on his face. Steam from the shower made it's way out of the bathroom doors and evaporated in a second. His hair was still wet, and beads of water rolled down his nicely toned body. I couldn't help but wonder what he looks like without the towel. Granted, I had seen it, just forgotten.

"H-hey." I said sitting up and letting the sheets roll down, revealing me. Who cares? He already saw me last night. My forehead ached again, as I pressed my pointer fingers to my temples.

"Killer headache?" He asked, pointing his towel at me. I sneaked a glance of his many parts, before he put boxers on. I nodded in reply. "I see you took the Tylenol already." He nodded as if approvingly.

"Yeah."

"Take a shower it'll make you feel better." He gestured his head to the bathroom. I stretched a bit before getting up off the bed, and wrapping the silk robe around me, covering myself. He gave me a quick peck on the lips as I passed by.

"Had fun last night?" I teased, a small smile playing on my face.

"You know I did. And you...oh, ho, ho." He winked back, giving me a playful nudge.

"Glad someone could remember." I nodded my head side to side. As if on cue, I started to feel an aching between my legs. "Fuck, you must've did me hard."

"You begged!" He argued back playfully, as he continued to dress up in the previous night's clothing. I sat on my vanity table, as I observed him. His body was just really nice. "I only remember you moaning, and begging. And I specifically remember the line 'Fuck me till I can't walk!'" He quoted. I punched him on the shoulder playfully as he laughed.

"I've been known to ask for that." I nodded my head. It was true, I always did say that. Most of the guys I had sex with told me so themselves. After he was done dressing up we walked down stairs silently. Occasionally exchanging glances at each other, smiles, and our hands held for a bit too.

"I hope you don't think I took advantage of you." He said with a side smile. I shook my head. We were both piss drunk, so I knew. "We were really drunk." I laughed at remembering how many shots I had, the vodka and tequila.

"I don't really normally do one night stands with guys I just met." I admitted shyly, letting go of his hands, looking down to my neatly polished purple toe nails. His thumb and pointer finger got a good grip on my chin, and lifted my head up to look at him.

"And I don't expect you to act differently around me. It happens. But it was fun, you're a really beautiful woman." He complimented. He gave me a light kiss on the lips, before bidding adieu. I nodded as I slowly shut the door. I heard an audible 'Hey,' before I shut the door.

Just as I was about to make my way up the staircase, there was a knock on the door. I pondered on who it could be. Maybe he had left something? I took my sweet time making my way back to the door. Opening it, I was surprised to see who it was.

"What was Fernando doing here?" Cristiano asked with a curious smile on his face. I stood there shocked to see him.

"What time is it?" I asked, completely ignoring his inquiry.

"A couple past one." He said without looking at anything. "Anyways, we were wondering where you and Fernando went after the club. I specifically remember you ditching us." He chuckled. I moved over to let him in. Gosh, I was naked right now. Talk about awkward. I hope he doesn't notice.

"Oh, I forgot what happened..." I said as I took a seat with him on my couch.

"Guess you two slept together?"

"What?!" I said all too shocked he would even ask such a thing. Though, it didn't seem like I just admitted I had sex with him.

"Well, I meant not sex wise...right?" He looked at me suspiciously. I just shrugged, looking at him straight in the eye. I hope he didn't notice I was fidgeting with my fingers, that meant I was lying. Doubt it though, he was making direct eye contact.

"Well, let me freshen up, and let's hang today!" I suggested standing up, trying to drop the subject. Cris nodded in agreement.

"I'll just wait right here." He smiled, resting back and turning on the flat screen. I returned the smile as I hopped on the steps.

I jogged upstairs, getting to the shower as fast, and casual, as possible. My footsteps were light as I ran to my bathroom. I quickly stripped out of the thin robe and checked the damage on my body.

Shit.

I cursed myself in my head as I found a lot of hickeys all over my body. Not just my neck, but my stomach, legs, and chest. Inappropriate Adeline. Hopping into the shower, I turned the water on the hottest way it could go, and soaked myself in water. All of a sudden, I tasted something somewhat foul in my mouth.

"Oh fuck!" I exclaimed disgustedly, rushing to grab my toothbrush and toothpaste, when I realized what it was. "Blow job morning after taste!" I cried in horror, as I gargled my mouth in Listerene, and desperately tried to get the taste out of my mouth with the paste.

"You okay?" I heard Cristiano's voice ask, along with a knock on the door. His voice didn't sound muffled, which meant he was inside with me. I made a noise that resembled to an 'Okay' with the brush still in my mouth. "Oh good. I heard some things drop. Wanted to make sure you were okay."

"Awe you doll!" I teased, spitting out the white foam. "I'm good now leave so I shall shower in peace." I said kindly. He chuckled then the audible sound of the door shutting closed was heard. I hummed a random tune for the remainder of my shower, and finished about fifteen minutes later. I left my hair to dry with the towel around it, as I picked out today's clothes. It was suppose to be fairly chilly, so I picked a warmish outfit.

I wore mid rise legging style skinny jeans from Marc Jacobs, a Dolce and Gabbana black and white wool cardigan over a Forever 21 shirt that said 'Have A Nice Day' which was grey, a pair of black Versace lace up heels, and a Prada east coast tote. Accessorized with a Emprise Louis Vuitton gold and black watch, Dior sunglasses, and a black ribbon layer necklace.

My make up was black eye liner, mascara and grey eye shadow. The only thing I over did was the mascara. I go crazy with that stuff. My lipgloss was clear and was Spearminty. Really, that's the flavor Victoria's Secret gave it. It tasted really good. Foundation, or any type of bronzed annoyed me. The only time I ever used it was in a shoot, so other than that, I never used it at all. My spray of the day was also Candy, Baby from VS. Can't get enough of the sweet scents

When I finally made it downstairs, I was greeted by Cristiano along with Kaká. Those two seemed inseparable. Like myself and Marisol. Gosh, how I missed her ass. They decided on taking me out, but to a surprise place. Which only brought one thought to my mind. And that was a soccer field. Oh how I hoped it wasn't.

Well, time to find out.