Cristiano's Craving

Thirty Eight

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Rose

"What is he hiding?" I muttered, sighing in frustration as I continued to rummage around in the drawers, opening and shutting empty opens and bringing out every single document that I could see.

Paid bills

Receipts

Bank statements

Boxing regulations

Car information

Legal documents

"Urgh! What is that sexy ass man hiding?" I groaned in frustration, throwing away another document on the ground in anger.

"A lot of things."

I gasped loudly in shock, flinching in surprise. Turning, I faced one man I thought would not be back so soon.

"Cristiano. . ." I breathed out, still on my knees on the floor. I pulled a strand of my long hair behind my ear.
Nervousness ran through me, I bit my bottom lip, my heart racing in my chest.

He walked over, sitting opposite me and looking into my eyes. He looked cleaner; his hazel eyes were normal once more, no bloodshot, no red eyes. He wore a Levi white shirt with some jeans. His hair was actually combed for once. It looked as though he made an effort to look good.

He took my hand and I hesitated a little before letting him hold it. I bit my bottom lip hard, nervous.

"Rose, I. . .I thought I had Bronchiectasis."

I stared at him, trying my best to seem sympathetic although I had no idea what the hell he had just said.

He licked his lips and added, "a lung disease."

"Oh. . ." I softly said, blinking a few times and taking in what he had just said. "Ohh! A lung disease! Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. It was just a scare but I'm never smoking again," he answered, his hazel eyes locking with mine. My breath hitched and I averted my eyes away, staring at our hands.

"And I know, that doesn't justify why I acted out," Cris added, his voice so smooth and warm. "But I got into a bad business deal and things just went rocky. I'm still trying to fix it but right now. . .I have to fix things with you. You're the number one person in my life."

"Oh," I bitterly said, "doesn't feel like it. Okay, you had a health scare; doesn't mean you had to be so horrible to me and the idiots. I was even considering breaking up with you. You don't see me screaming at you unless it's important. I'm not letting another man hurt me, Cristiano."

He nodded slowly. Sighing, he responded, "I know, babe, I know-"

"Do you?" I asked challengingly, raising an eyebrow. "Because I don't think you do."

"I do. I'm sorry, Rosalia," Cristiano sincerely told me before opening a drawer and pulling out a large box. He placed it in front of me and I hesitated before opening it, lifting the lid off.

I pulled out the bouquet of roses carefully and examined them, each of the real flowers perfectly reddened to the crimson shade that I loved. I kept a neutral look on my face though inside I was smiling.

I placed them on the ground before taking out all of my favourite chocolates and examining them too before taking out the photos of Cris and I. There were a variety of them that I didn't even know that we had. I placed them down after gazing at them, thinking about our relationship.

Sighing softly, I met his eyes before leaning in and wrapping my arms around him, hugging him tightly. He pulled me onto his lap so I was straddling him and held me in his comforting arms.

"I'm still annoyed at you," I muttered, inhaling his scent that eased me. Chuckling, he held me tighter, kissing my temple. "Good. I deserve it and I'm gonna do everything I can to make it up to you, my Queen. I lied. There was no thot."

"Good, dick. You better make it up to me," I murmured, burying my head in his neck. "I forgive you because I love you but you've gotta stop taking advantage of my kindness, Cris. I'm not a doormat."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

Then I closed my eyes and let him hold me, embracing the calm silence. Peacefully, I exhaled, snuggling close to him and I thought nothing was going to ruin our moment until he said, "I'm hungry."

I sighed softly. "There's some leftover breakfast, wanna eat?"

He pulled away and met my eyes, lifting my chin. "No, baby, I'm hungry."

"Yes. I heard you the first time."

I looked into his eyes and a playful smirk came onto his handsome face.

"So. ."

"So. . ."

He looked into my eyes before slowly moving his down to my cleavage. He licked his lips slowly, his hazel eyes running back up to my eyes.

"How's it going down there?"

My face scrunched up and I playfully slapped his chest, rolling my eyes as he grinned, a large smirk spread across his handsome face.

"It's been months," I replied. As I stretched, my cleavage caught his attention and he licked his lips hungrily gazing at me, making me giggle. "I'm good."

He scooped me up and once I opened my eyes, I was suddenly underneath him on the bed, my heart thumping as he gazed lustfully in my eyes.

"Why am I always underneath?" I whispered, my hands sliding up to his chest, pushing him softly and he moved, his back on the mattress.

I salaciously gazed at him, my tongue sweeping over my lips ever so slowly, catching his attention.

"Ride me then."

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Rose isn't going to be like Mia

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