Cristiano

I spread her legs once more, surprising her by slipping a finger into her dripping, wet core. She gasped, locking eyes with me as I seductively gazed into her eyes, her face irresistibly sexy.

"How bad are you craving this?" I asked, my voice thick with lust. I used my other hand drew imaginary circles on her inner thigh whilst I pumped in her slowly at a regular patten. "Tell me."

"Please. ." She breathed out, moaning in ecstasy. "Fuck, Cris!"

I dove in between my legs, my tongue slipping into her wet self. She was letting out ragged, desperate moans as I pleasured her; licking, sucking and kissing, my mouth working wonders between her legs.

She cried out in desire, almost screaming at my fiery touch, her legs weakening and shaking with pleasure. Panting and moaning, she could barely breathe. Dripping below, I licked everything, tasting her, sucking her, feeling her.

Her back arched and her head buried back into the pillow as she continued to moan in unimaginable pleasure.

"Close. ." she breathlessly let out, "so close. ."

She moaned louder, begging for more as her weaknesses unfolded right in front of me.

"Cris. . .don't-"

My head rose, my fingers moving away.

Panting heavily, she looked at me, her eyes widening. "Why. . .why did you stop? Fuck, Cris! Why did you fucking stop?"

I licked his wet lips, sucking the substance off my fingers as I sat up, coming and leaning over her. Her eyes locked with mine and she looked at me in an indescribable, negative way.

—-

"Fuck."

I groaned, letting go and washing the substance off my hand and sighing, shaking my head at myself.

I remembered that day perfectly.

The first time I tasted her.

I couldn't stop thinking about her in all the wrong ways, when I should've been thinking of ways to get her back.

What was wrong with me?

All I could think about was her beautiful smile, seductive eyes, thick thighs, sexy figure, alluring ass - no, I shouldn't keep thinking about her body.

But I couldn't help it.

I had been keeping to myself for so long, it was killing me trying to be faithful. I wanted her and her only. The fact that she couldn't even stand me was worse.

How was I supposed to win her back?

How was I supposed to show her that I had changed?

Nothing seemed to be working; I had tried gifts but she would throw them away, words, apologises but nothing, and it seemed as though she was too hurt to try anything with me.

It was my fault; who could blame her?

I needed to find a way to get to her but how was the question.

I needed Rose.

I craved her.

She was my craving and I wasn't going to give up until I had her again.

Once I was finished in the bathroom, I wrapped a towel around my lower body, opening the bathroom door and entering the bedroom.

All I had to do was take my clothes and go before Rose found me. I didn't want an awkward moment between us again. Everyone else was downstairs and I hadn't seen Rose for a while actually.

I opened my drawer, rummaging around to quickly find some trousers to quickly throw on so I could go to sleep. I was exhausted and I didn't even know why.

The door unexpectedly opened and Rose stumbled in. A drunk Rose.

My jaw dropped as she struggled to walk in a straight line, plonking herself on the bed.

"Rose. . .where have you been? What happened? Why are you drunk?"

I walked over to her, sighing and shaking my head at the drunk woman. Her hair was a mess and her makeup was slightly smudged. Of course, she still looked beautiful however she looked like a mess.

"Why aren't you drunk?" She giggled, taking off her jacket to reveal her shirt.

She wore a long sleeved shirt and some leggings. It confused me as the weather was warm outside and yet, she kept wearing long sleeved shirts. The Rose I knew would wear crop tops and skirts but she had changed. It was almost as though she didn't want to show any skin. I wasn't complaining though.

"Rose," I began, sighing.

"Don't tell me off!" She frowned, her attractive eyes filled with upset. She pouted, before adding, "I should-should be telling you off! You sold me, Mr PooPooHead!"

I gave her a confused look at her insult and she continued, slurring, "you sold me and I am really sad about that, Mr Rossi! Y-You made me berry, berry sad - I mean, very, very sad! I love you though! You're my baby - my boyfriend! Be my boyfriend again!" Then she took my hand although she was swaying a little drunkenly. I sat beside her, licking my lips and sighing.

"I wish but the sober you thinks otherwise."

"Fuck being sober! Being drunk is so, so nice! Be drunk with me! Drunk helps - helps you forget everything!"

I sighed again, giving her a sad smile as she gazed into my eyes. "You're really hammered," I chuckled, pulling a strand of her long her behind her ear. "I thought you were taking a walk?"

"I was!" She bursted too loudly. "A walk to Dylan's house."

"Who's Dylan?" I asked, my eyebrows narrowing and my voice deepening. She giggled at my face, poking my bare chest. "Don't be jealous, Mr Greek God! He's just a plug."

She leaned forwards, the smell of alcohol getting stronger. "You want drugs? He can get you drugs. He got me drugs when I was with Stefan. It helped," she whispered, a smile forming on her face. I groaned.

"What happened to you?" I whispered, my hand going to her cheek, my thumb caressing it softly. She sniffed, her head leaning into my hand. Shrugging softly, she answered drunkenly, "you sold me and my life went upside down." I looked away, whispering, "I'm so sorry, Rose,"

"Baby, I'll never give up, but I've tried everything I can think of and I know I'm a shitty person and deserve everything I get but. . .what do you want me to do?"

She thought for a moment before replying with a small giggle, "I don't need flowers, money or gifts, Cris. Just love me how I love you."

Love me how I love you

Love her how she loves me

I met her eyes once more and she smiled, although it was lopsided.

"I love you," she slurred, her face coming closer. Her eyes dropped down lustfully to my lips, her hand slowly going to my towel, right on top of my crotch. "I just need one little thing."

Then she leaned in and pecked my lips slowly, her eyes salaciously gazing into mine. "I know you want me but think about how badly I want you, Cristiano. ."

My lips parted and I hesitated, about to say something until she kissed me intensely, moaning against my lips.

"Fuck, it's been so long!" She whispered seductively, kissing me hungrily like there was no tomorrow.

The kiss was powerful, meaningful, desperate - it was everything.

She climbed into me, my hands roaming her body as she moaned against my lips, pressing herself against me and I groaned, growing hard at the feeling over, the thought of her wet self. She pushed me back onto the bed, leaning over and kissing me harder.

She moaned again, grinding against me as she breathlessly pulled away from my lips, both of us desperate for air. Her mesmerising eyes gazed into mine erotically as she moved her hips, rolling them into me.

She bit her bottom lip, turning me on as she continued to do wonders against me, moaning for me. I groaned, throwing my head back.

Wait.

What am I doing?

What the hell am I doing?

She's drunk, Cristiano! Drunk!

My eyes widened and I quickly sat up, stopping her by holding her hips. She breathlessly gazed at me, her eyes filled with lust for more.

"Rose, we can't do this," I said firmly, my eyes meeting hers and her face changed, completely confused. "Why? You were fine two seconds ago."

I ran my hand through my hair and shook my head. "You're drunk and-"

"And horny, Cristiano!" She bursted, her hands going to my shoulders. Her head went into my neck as she started sucking and kissing it softly before whispering into my ear, "wanting you so badly, baby. Feel me and you'll know how badly I want you."

I held back from moaning, a strained noise coming from my closed mouth as she continued to softly grind against me, temptation hitting me again.

I almost gave in.

Almost.

I stood abruptly, pushing her away and going to my drawer. Clearing my throat, I took out my boxers and put them on swiftly before slipping on some trousers.

I turned facing her. She was sat on the bed, her face filled with hurt.

"I'm sorry, Rose, but you're drunk and you're not ready. You'll understand in the morning that this isn't really what you want," I explained, my heart racing as I gazed at her. I wanted her. Badly. But she was drunk and I wouldn't take advantage of the woman I loved. Never.

Her face changed into an angry expression swiftly and she bursted out, "you fucking bastard! I hate you! You sold me! You ruined my life, Cristiano and I don't want you anywhere near me! I don't want your lame, ass sex! You couldn't fuck me right anyway! Go find a slut and ruin her life!"

Woah

Woah

Woah

"Rose, calm down, I know you're upset-"

"I'm more than upset!" She cried out, tears beginning to stream down her cheeks and my face softened in pity. "No, I'm sorry. You just really hurt me, Cris! I wanted a life with you! Marriage, babies - all of that happy ending stuff! I love you so much and I know you do but I can't be with you. How do I know that you're not gonna hurt me again? If you loved me, why did you sell me? I don't understand! We had a miscarriage, why couldn't you have spoken to me like I did to you! Why was it so hard? I don't know what I want anymore."

Damn she went from 0 to 100 back to 0

Then she started sobbing before continuing her rant, "I don't wanna sleep and wake up and keep feeling this-this constant pain hanging on my shoulders! I just wanna be happy and you make me happy so I want to be with you but I also don't want to get hurt. I don't know who I am anymore, how to act, who to be with. I don't even know if I should be living! I just want to be me again and I don't know how! I don't know, Cris! I don't know."

I walked over to her and pulled her onto my lap. She straddled me and I wrapped my arms around her, holding her and hugging her tightly as she sobbed into my arms. I squeezed my eyes closed, rocking her slowly and whispering soothing words into her ear that calmed her down.

All I felt was guilt.

Guilt because it was all my fault. I made her feel like that. I ruined her life when I was supposed to protect it. She trusted me and I betrayed her trust. She relied on me when she shouldn't have and now she doesn't know if she can ever again.

I ruined her but I wanted to fix her though I didn't know how. She wanted to be with me but was too scared to be hurt again.

I would never hurt her like that or in any sort of way ever again. She deserved better than me. Rose deserved to be happy. She didn't need me, all I would do was weigh her down. I was nothing to her. I couldn't be with someone like her. I wanted her to be happy and maybe she would be better off without me.

"I love you," I heard her whisper once she stopped crying, her hands clinging onto me. She snuffled, sniffling as she snuggled against me, exhaling silently. "Save me, Cristiano." She squeezed her eyes closed and I did the same, a lone tear rolling down my cheek.

"I'm so sorry, Rose," I whispered, my hand going up and down her back slowly. "I will save you. God, I will."

When I opened my eyes and looked down, she was sleeping peacefully in my arms.

I exhaled, wiping my cheeks and sniffing, shaking my head in pain at myself.

I'll save you, Rose, even if it's the last thing I do

Rose

Hangovers = horrible.

From the pounding headache, vomit taste in my mouth, dehydration and throat feeling like sandpaper, I guessed that I was absolutely hammered the night before.

I squeezed my eyes closed for a moment, wishing the bright light coming from the sun would vanish away but it did not. Yawning, I exhaled and rubbed my eyes, wishing my head wasn't thumping so badly.

When I opened my eyes, they landed upon the glass of clear water and tablet packet by the table beside me.

And flowers.

Just like every single damn day

Does he really wake up so early and go to buy some flowers?

I sat up too quickly and my head spun. Blinking a few times, my vision came back and I took the glass of water, avoiding the tablets.

What the hell was I thinking going to Dylan as if he could help me? I had just overdosed and regretted my decision badly. I vowed not to see him again or drink or take any drugs.

I swung out of bed, my feet touching the floor as I padded over to the bathroom, groaning softly.

Closing the door behind me, I looked into the mirror.

Damn, I look like a mess

Sighing, I grabbed my toothbrush and began getting myself ready for the day.

When I came downstairs, wearing some black leggings, long socks and a cream long sleeved shirt, I entered the kitchen to see Cristiano handing Blaze some cereal. I tossed the flowers into the bin, not even bothering to read the note. Cris noticed but looked away as though he couldn't bear to look into my eyes.

She beamed at me and slid off the counter, hugging me. "Where did you go?" She asked curiously, her bright blue eyes gazing upward at me. I smiled, ruffling her messy hair. "For a walk. Did you say thank you to Cris for making you cereal?" She nodded before taking her bowl and leaving the kitchen in a hurry.

I smiled at her retreating figure before looking up at meeting his hazel eyes, my breath hitching automatically.

Oh shit

I remember everything I did last night

Oh my gosh

Did I seriously do all of that?

"How are you feeling?" He asked, a small, sincere smile forming on his face. I licked my lips, pulling a strand of my hair behind my ear. I cleared my throat, my fingers fidgeting around nervously.

"Fine, thanks. . .um. .about last night-"

"It's okay, Rose, you don't have to-"

"I meant everything I said."

His hazel eyes gazed at me in shock. I licked my lips again, my hand going to my hair and playing with the end of it anxiously.

I rubbed my lips together, our eyes locked. "But I need time to myself, just to figure things out. . ."

He nodded, his eyes filled with understanding. "Yes, I understand. Really, Rose, I'm sorry and if I could take everything back I will. I've changed and I swear to you, I will never let you down the way I did again."

I gave him a small smile, pulling down my hood and slipping my hands into my hoodie's pockets. "I know," I replied gently, trying to be nice. "Thank you for being a gentlemen. . .like always. You could've gave into my err. . .drunk self, but you didn't. I shouldn't have been all over you, I'm sorry-"

"It's okay," he responded, chuckling a little. "I like the drunk you."

I rolled my eyes and he gave me a playful look.

"I love it when there's a smile on your beautiful face."

My eyes snapped up and met his, my heart warming. Why did I feel so. .relaxed? I felt more at peace with him then I had for a while.

I bit my bottom lip before keeping a small smile on my face. "How's it going with Blaze's parents?"

"Not too bad actually," Cris answered, his hazel eyes intently on me. "They don't live in the mafia anymore which is a surprise which means they have their own house. I've found an area, I just need a street name."

My smile extended as my eyes widened. "That's great! Thank you for looking."

He waved it off, giving me a warm smile. "Anything for you and Blaze."

The silence settled in again and I took a step closer, slowly beginning, "I think. . ." He looked at me, his eyes filled with curiosity. "That I'm okay with us being friends."

He met my eyes and tried to mask the disappointment in them though I could see right through the façade. "Yeah. . .okay, I don't mind. That's cool."

"Oh, but stop buying me flowers every morning. Friends don't do that."

He stared at me and a small chuckle left his mouth.

"Ri-iiight."

Oh great

Friends with Cristiano?

How was that going to work out?

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