Cristiano

I won the fight.

But I didn't win the girl.

She was pissed at me.

Why was the pissed at me?

What the hell did I do? This time?

Literally, I left her in the morning with warmth and came back in the night with coldness. I hadn't seen her all day - in fact, I was out at work closing an overdue deal. Not once was I at home so what happened to make her so annoyed at me?

She was avoiding me, keeping as much distance as possible. I wanted to talk to her in private but everything I tried, we'd be around other people.

To celebrate, we were going to a house party. I planned to speak to her there. I hoped it would work. It had to work.

I couldn't describe how much I wanted that woman, how badly I craved her. It wasn't just her body. To me, she was so much more than her attractive looks. I couldn't lose her so easily.

I needed Rose.

Rose

I am drunk

I am so drunk

I am really, really drunk

Drunk feels nice

I wanna stay drunk

I like being drunk

I was making a huge mistake and I didn't even care.

His hands were either side of me and mine were on his cheeks, kissing him softly. The kiss didn't feel like one that I was going to forget. My hands went to his hair, my fingers tangled in his curls. His body pressed against mine and I couldn't help but moan softly, feeling incredibly warm.

I flipped us slowly so I was on top and my legs somehow spread so I was straddling him. I was enjoying the kiss and wanted more. His hands went to my thighs and strangely, I liked it. His hands rubbed my bare thighs, going under my skirt a little.

       Our mouths moved in sync and soon, I found myself desperately wanting more. I pressed my lower self against him and he moaned softly against my lips, squeezing my thighs.

But then I felt something pressed against me between my legs. I knew what it was straight away and I shivered a little, the large bulge pressing against me and soon I was wet.

"No, no, no, no, no!" He pulled away automatically and I rolled off him quickly, sitting on the edge of the bed, my head buried in my hands.

"I am so sorry," I managed to say, my heels warming in embarrassment. "This was a mistake."

"A huge ass mistake," he added, groaning to himself. I turned, facing him again as I sighed in frustration, running my hand through my hair.

"I'm drunk," I admitted, my head thumping to the beat of the booming music. "So are you, so this was a drunken mistake."

"Please can we forget about this?" He asked, breathlessly, squeezing his eyes closed in annoyance. He sighed, meeting my eyes again.

"Yes, gladly!" I replied honestly, sobering up a little.

"Fuck! This was a huge mistake!" He groaned again, running his fingers through his messy hair. "I have to tell Cris."

"Why?" I asked, the sound of his name causing my voice to turn bitter. He licked his lips, our eyes locked. "He likes you, Rose, and he told me and I was supposed to be his friend - I'm his best friend. I have to tell him."

"Tell him," I responded blankly, looking away. "It's not like we're ever going to be together."

"Why?"

"Because we take one step forwards and three steps back," I told Gage, sighing. I slurred, "You guys don't know this but Cris and I knew each other before and we had something. . .but today, I heard Vanessa's little moans from the bedroom after he told me that he wanted to be with me so, yeah, I'm not going down that road with him."

He sighed too, laying down on the bed and I laid down beside him, my arms hugging myself. "We're friends, right?" I asked, my voice wavering a little.

"Yeah," he replied, "we are. We're just drunk and con - confused."

"Did you use me?" Gage asked quietly.

I licked my lips and sighed. "Yes and no. I don't even know. Did you use me?"

"Yes and no," he responded, his voice husky. "I think I was just confused because Genevieve isn't here and. . .I don't know."

"Y-"

The door bursted open, the sudden some causing us both to sit up in surprise.

My eyes and my mouth were frozen wide open in an expression of stunned surprise, and although I was staring straight at him in shock, he seemed to avoid my eyes.

"Wow," he began, leaning against the door way as he took out a cigarette, placing it between his lips as he took out a lighter. "When I was told that a specific red head had went upstairs drunk with a guy that was supposed to be my best friend, I didn't think anything of it. When I was told about the accusations of kissing, I defended both of you."

He lit the cigarette, his dark eyes coldly looking at us. "What a shame."

"Cris, listen-" Gage began, standing and taking a step towards the man. I bit my lip hard, tensing up. The atmosphere then felt uncomfortable, tense and awkward.

"I told you," Cris started, voice so bitter and hurt. "Out of everyone, I told you because I trusted you. Now you're fucking her behind my back?"

I parted my lips, about to counter then I thought better of it. My eyes went to the ground. Was I guilty or not guilty? My head was spinning and I felt like I was going to pass out. I couldn't think straight.

Gage went to speak until Cristiano scoffed loudly and interrupted resentfully, "Are you actually fucking serious? You know what?" He dropped the cigarette and threw a punch at Gage.

A loud shriek left my mouth as they both fell onto the floor with a thud.

Cristiano was on top of him, throwing unimaginably painful punches at Gage. Two men grunted as they took handfuls of each other's clothing and attempted to wrestle the other to the ground.

"Cris! Get the fuck off me!" Gage yelled between punches before they rolled over and he was on top, fighting back. "You don't know the full story!"

"I don't want to know the full fucking story!" He snapped back, releasing his shirt beginning to jab the Gage in the ribs. Gage grunted in pain, his half drunk self falling onto the floor so Cris was on top again, punching the life out of Gage.  "Did she scream your name? Suck you off?"

"Cris! Please stop!" I shouted, courageously going over and trying to pull the angry man off Gage. "Get off him! Please, just stop! We can talk! Stop! You're going to kill him!"

He continued to ignore me, smashing his fist against a half unconscious Gage who was bleeding horrendously. I was shrieking, so close to crying as I realised how messed up Gage's face was. "Or did you guys have a nice 69?"

"Stop! Please!" I yelled, pulling his broad shoulders backwards as hard as I could and it worked. He fell, unbalanced and I quickly used it to my opportunity, pushing him down on the ground as roughly as I could and climbing on him.

I straddled him, pinning his muscular arms down but he grabbed me and shoved me off him, about to go back for Gage but I pulled him back again, yelling, begging for him to stop.

I kept pushing and pushing him away from Gage on the floor, begging him to calm down. Then I started to cry, sob, terrified of him. I had never seen him so angry. I never cried.

He pushed me roughly so I fell onto the ground but I wouldn't give up, grabbing his arm and pulling it back. "Stop! Just stop, please! I don't want to hit you!" I yelled as tears ran down my cheeks, pushing him into the ground.

I climbed on him again and this time, he didn't fight me off. He laid still, panting loudly with his eyes shut, just as Dax and Jordan bursted in. I wiped my face, staring down at Cristiano helplessly.

"What the hell is going on?" Dax asked in horror as he swiftly went over to Gage.

I sniffed, not answering as I looked at Cris who had his eyes shut. He wiped his forehead, my hands still pinning his arms down.

"Cris," I said a little hoarsely, my voice cracking from yelling so much. I was beginning to lose my voice already.

"You slept with him."

I shook my head, sighing gently. "No. You're the only person I've been with."

"That's hard to believe."

I ignored the comment. "Before you and I had this thing, we kissed, twice I think, but then we talked about it and promised not to it again."

"What do you mean before we had this 'thing'?" He snapped, sitting up and glaring hard at me, his hazel eyes burning with rage. "We've always has a 'thing', Rose. You kissed my best friend."

I licked my lips, blinking back the tears in my eyes. "I know. But you said you wanted to be with me," I sniffed, my voice filled with hurt. "And I heard you fucking her in our bedroom, Cris."

He looked at me, utterly confused before scoffing. "I haven't been home all day and I haven't seen her since she came that other day. What are you fucking talking about?"

"What are you lying for?" I argued back loudly, beginning to get annoyed that he was lying straight to my face. "I heard her moaning your damn name! You guys were fucking!"

Cristiano scoffed again. "The bitch played you. I didn't fuck her. You got it twisted. Does that give you a damn excuse to kiss my best friend?"

"No, it doesn't," I replied quietly, looking away in realisation as he started pushing me away. I turned and stood, standing like him.

"Fuck, Rose!" He exploded in vexation, running his hand through his hair. "Why can't you trust me? How many times did I have to ask you to be with me? I've tried and tried yet you keep pushing me away so what the fuck do you want?"

"I. . ."

What did I want? Cristiano. I wanted Cris. I wanted the Cristiano that was loyal, sweet and kind, who was always there for me, who never let anyone hurt me, who always cheered me up, who wouldn't hurt a hair on me.

But I couldn't say it.

A tear ran down my cheek and I turned, leaving the room.

I ran down the stairs, shoving past drunk people and left the house, out in the cold rain.

What is wrong with me?

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