Fabiano FanFiction (20)
Cristianos POV:
Sad and full of misery, I shuffled along the empty hotel corridor. We couldn't take the next flight to Madrid because the weather was to bad. I didn't really care because my thoughts were still at the game. I felt my eyes slowly filling with tears. It wasn't possible for me to think about anything else. The match against Moscow was an absolute disaster. Of course, I should be happy because we won. That is the only thing that matters because the team always comes first. But anyone who knows Cristiano Ronaldo well knows that I permanently want to be the best player on the pitch. It's hard to believe, but today I realized there is someone better than me. Someone who doesn't work as hard as I do, who is smaller and less more athletic. Life isn't fair. Furious, I hit my fist against the wall and sank to the floor.
While I sank in self-pity, a female voice sounded: "Cristiano!" Without looking up I answered: "Back of!" Unexpectedly, five fingernails clawed into my shoulder and pulled me violently into the next hotel room. I screamed: "Who's there? What are you doing? Help! I need somebody. Help! Not just anybody. Help! You know I need someone. Heeeeelp." "Shut up, Cristiano. It's just me. Irina." Surprised I looked at her and stood up. "Irina? What are you doing here?" I said, knocking the dust from my pants. "Come on. I am russia. I come from here." she said, as if this situation was the most normal thing in the world. "And what are you doing in our hotel?" "I was searching for you. You know, I was thinking about us. You, me, best combo." "Irina, it is over. You left me five years ago to make a child with this unknowing actor." "I know, I know. But he wants more kids now and I am not content to give birth to another child that destroys my body. I am a model. My body is my capital. And you are the only man who understands my problems and hires a surrogate mother." "I'm together with Fabio ... ähm I mean, Georgina, alias big love." , oh no, what have I done? Quickly, I tried to save the situation: "She is from Argentina and she is really sweet and cute and adorable and..." "What did you say? You are in a relationship with Fabio Coentrao?", she was out of control now. "No, I said Georgina, alias big love.", I said while trying to stay cool. "I always knew it! I ALWAYS knew it!!!! The press will love this story. The best player on earth loves the worst player on earth." Okay, I had no chance. "Irina, I beg you, don't tell anybody!", I started to cry again. "Why should I? This is the consequence of not taking me back." "Come on. I will pay you if you don't talk to anyone about it. How much do you want? One million? Two million? Three?" "I am a supermodel. I earn my own money. But you know what? I am a nice girl. I will shut up on one condition." "Tell me.", maybe there was hope. "Sleep with me! NOW!" Without waiting for my answer, she kissed me passionately and took my shirt off. Suddenly I had to remember how good Irina was in bed. And without thinking ahead, I started to unbutton her blouse.
Today I can not say what's got into me that night and why I didn't realize that the door of the hotel room was still open. I don't know why I didn't hear the voices of my sweet little Fabio and Jamie coming nearer and nearer to the room. All I know is that I broke Fabio's heart for the first time in my life.
