Ain't Life Grand? (Cristiano Ronaldo)

You Knows What Happens Next

"Oh my goodness, not even." I laughed, covering my mouth because it was half filled with food. Cris was treating me to a fancy little Italian restaurant for brunch. It was really nice place, and I'm glad I wore something somewhat appropriate for it.

We had been here for an hour. We just got our food ten minutes ago also. I ordered some crocché bread with Vitello, and a caesar's salad. Cristiano ordered Pesce spada alla siciliana and risotto alla zucca. In simpler words I got bread, veal, and a salad while he got fish and rice. He insisted on getting a bottle of Amarone della Valpolicella, even though I argued with the fact he shouldn't. But he still goes and buys the most expensive wine on the menu.

What I was laughing at was a story, a true one, that happened to him when he was younger. I forgot the good details, but it was just really funny. It was one of those, 'You had to be there,' to fully grasp how hilarious it was, but Cristiano made me feel like it was happening in front of me.

"I'm not lying to you." He chuckled, before taking a mouthful of his fish. I just shook my head and smiled at him, before sipping my wine. "Hm. Yeah, this is really good." I nodded after putting the glass down. Though I wasn't much of a wine person, I was favoring Amarone.

"Only the best for you." He smiled at me. That sentence alone just made me feel special, and made my heart melt. This guy was making me go insane. In a good way though. I sighed in m head knowing I had to find out my answer soon but for now I would just enjoy my time with him.

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"Thanks for lunch again." I thanked him for what seemed like the millionth time. The check was really expensive, even if we were both rich, and famous, that was a lot of money. I hated when people spent so much on me for something as lunch.

"No problem." He said again. Lunch was longer than planned. We came out around two o clock. So we had spent like three hours there. We left the restaurant with our desert to go, deciding to save it for tonight. I had like two more hours to spare with Cristiano before I would meet up with Kaká, even if it was just for an hour. Pepe said he would hang out with me tomorrow along with Fernando. Geez, I hadn't seen that guy since...yeah.

I stretched my arms and my legs, letting myself fall back onto his comfy leather couch. His condo was a typical bachelor's pad. From the leather seats right up to the mini bar in the corner. Hell, he even had his own giant portrait of himself the second you walk through the front door. I shouldn't be the one talking because I had a couple of those back in my apartment in New York City. I heard him shuffling through some stuff, but my eyes were resting. The audible sound of a DVD player turning on and the tv noise was then noticeable. I wonder what he had planned.

"Movie." He pointed to the screen with his thumb, noticing my confused look. I formed an 'O' with my mouth, silently saying 'Ohhhh.'

"Which?"

"Nothing gory." He smirked, possibly recalling the time he came to my house, and watched that horror movie. Boy did he mess up my bathroom with his puke. I laughed at the memory. "It's 'Sherlock Holmes.'"

"Oh, good movie. Went to the premiere with my Daddy."

"Oh right. Newman? Your dad directed it right?"

"Yeah, he did." I nodded remembering the tiny role I had in it. It was the part when the woman was about to die in the beginning of the movie. I was the woman about to die.

"Sweet." He sat next to me on the couch. "Who was your date?"

"I took Aaron Johnson. The guy who played in 'Angus, Thongs, and Perfect Snogging.'" Aaron's part was the main character who that girl Georgia, or whoever, liked.

"Don't recall."

"The main guy from 'Kick-Ass.'" He recalled that one.

The movie was bomb. In the good, epic way of things. We laughed throughout the whole thing. But what I liked most about the movie was that his arm was wrapped around my shoulders, pulling me onto him while I leaned against him. And his free hand laced fingers with mine. It was like his hand was destined to be there because it fit perfectly. We stayed in that position even after the movie ended.

The tv was playing a random Spanish soap opera, that neither one of us were paying attention to, we were focused on each other. His hand gently rubbed up and down my arm, as my free hand traced random objects on his arm. The arm that had the hand holding mine. We were silent. We were comfortable.

I hoped he wasn't playing with me. That he really liked me as more than a one night stand, or as a friend. That he was having real feelings for myself. He was willing to be in a committed relationship. He wanted to last for over six months. To tell me he loved me. To have him there when I needed him. To always be faithful. But at the same time...

I didn't want him to.

I knew that I'd be leaving in two days, and I wouldn't even know when I was going to see him again. It'd be hard for him to come follow me into America because he would have his job to be busy with, as with I. Being a model wasn't all I worked as. I was also a small actress. Besides, the only reason I'm going back to America was because I got a guest appearance to do on a tv show.

I know, I know. Why not just fly back?

It wasn't as easy as that. If only it was! Life would be grand! But it wasn't. I had the rest of my weeks planned out already. So I would barely have time for Cristiano anyway. Between acting, modeling, and being a merch girl for some old friends, there just wasn't time for him.

"Shit." I looked at the clock that was ticking right above the tv. It reminded me that I was suppose to meet up with Kaká ten minutes ago. "I gotta go." I got up from our comfortable position.

"What? Why?" He had an upset look on his face. I gave him a sad smile.

"I promised Kaká that we'd meet up ten minutes ago. I'm late." I pointed to the clock, starting to grab m purse and such.

"Call and tell him to hang out tomorrow. You're going to be with Pepe, so just invite him then." He suggested, grabbing my hand and rubbing his thumb over my palm. I pondered on if I should do, or shouldn't do that. I looked up, and his eyes were pleading me to stay. "Please."

Sighing defeated, I picked up my phone. Agreeing to do what he asked, I called up Ricardo, canceling our plans. Thankfully for me, so I wouldn't feel much regret, he had elsewhere to be also. Finally, we both agreed to meet up tomorrow with Pepe and Fernando. Geez, haven't spoken to him at all since that night.

"Good." Cris smiles after I put my phone and everything else back down on his coffee table. He took my hand in his, intertwining our fingers once more, and pulled me closer to him.

"Cristiano I-" I tried to warn him to stop. To prevent from a bug mistake from happening. To let him know, he can't go back if he made the first move.

"Shh." He put his pointer finger up against my lips, silencing me. In my head, I screamed out the problems I had. The problems we'd have, if he did anything else. But my heart beat faster, and instinct brought me closer and closer to him. My lips met his in an instant.

Eagerly, he kissed back with much passion, much want, and desire. I loved it. His lips pressed against mine felt amazing. Our lips moved together, till his tongue finally probed my mouth. I happily let his tongue poke my mouth. Ours massaged against each other, as I felt him lift me up. Wrapping my legs around his waist, my fingers buried themselves in his short hair. His hands rested under my ass, helping me up.

Without even knowing it, a couple minutes later I landed on his bed. Cristiano had a mischievous grin on his face, crawling on top of me. I smiled with my hand resting on his cheek, before leaning up to kiss him again. We met half way, and just went straight to making out once more. His hand was rested on my thigh, while his other hand was supporting his weight up, so he wouldn't fall on me. My hands were fine on his neck. Cristiano's hand started rubbing my thigh up and down, and from that moment I knew we were going to have sex.

I rolled him over, so I was on top. Cris seemed to like that idea because he was smirking. I smirked back, before kissing down his neck to his collar bone. I nipped at his skin, whilst tugging on his shirt. Signaling him to take it the hell off. He did.

Then, you know what happened after that.