28

I sighed, throwing off my gloves and exhaling loudly as I leaned against the ropes, wiping my sweaty forehead. I panted, closing my eyes as I tried to calm down, desperate for water.
"You good?"
I opened my eyes and locked them with Dax, a playful smile on his face. I licked my lips and nodded, breathless.
"Got some anger built in you, sheesh," he chuckled, picking up my gloves and putting them away. He sat back down on the ground, fixing something.
"You could call it that," I replied, picking up my water and gulping it down quickly, putting the lid back on. "Has the woman gone?" I asked, trying my hardest to keep my voice neutral. I held back every bit of bitterness I had in me.
He nodded, glancing up at me as I leaned against the ropes. "Yeah. Don't you know who she is?"
I shook my head, sighing softly as I wiped my face with a small towel, bringing it down to my neck and chest.
"That was Vanessa; Cris's ex. Damn, what a bitch she was."
"What do you mean?" I curiously asked, my eyebrows knotting together. Dax rolled his eyes, scoffing. "She slept with one of our enemies then he forgave her after a while but later, out of nowhere, she left without a word."
I rubbed my lips together, sighing. "Whatever. I'm gonna head in the shower, hopefully Jordan and Gage'll be back with the food. I'm starving," I told Dax. He chuckled, agreeing with me.
I left and went back upstairs into the loft, heading straight into my en suite and to the shower.
I striped out of my clothes and took my hair out of its ponytail as she shower began to run.
Putting them away, I then stepped into the shower, letting the steaming, hot water run down my body. I grabbed the shampoo and conditioner, and squirted it on my hands before running it through my long hair.
As I did, my mind wandered off to thinking about a particular, hot yet confusing Greek God.
Okay
I'm gonna admit it
I like Cristiano
I like him so freaking much
He's so hot!
His body, his face, his charisma, his dick. . .
No
Don't even start, Rose
I sighed, washing my body as I tried my hardest not to think of the handsome Cristiano.
I liked him. A lot. So much.
But in a way, I was nervous to date him and I didn't know why. Cristiano was definitely boyfriend material but men had always let me down. It would hurt too much if we ever broke up or something went wrong. I thought that was what was holding me back. I didn't want to be hurt.
Call me pessimistic but, sometimes being pessimistic helps you be realistic.
Minutes went by and I was ready to leave the shower but the steaming, boiling water was compelling me to stay in longer.
I was so lost into my thoughts, I didn't realise that the shower suddenly had arms, muscular arms, and they wrapped around my waist.
I gasped softly, opening my eyes.
Showers don't have arms
"You're mad at me."
My eyes widened as I realised what was poking my bare butt and who's chest my back was against. My lips parted as his arm reached out, turning the hot water down a little.
"Shit, this water's fucking hot. Are you trying to burn yourself?" He said, adding some more cold in. I swallowed uncomfortably, my heart thumping against my chest.
I'm naked in a shower
He's naked in the shower
We're in the steaming, hot shower together
We're touching
Holy shit
He's dick is touching my ass
We're not dating
Why are we in the shower together?!
"Cristiano. . .I don't recall allowing you in the shower I was taking," I chided, biting my bottom lip roughly just as his tongue licked my neck, sucking it softly. I closed my eyes, biting my lip harder as I held back from moaning.
His hands slid down to my hips, holding onto them tightly.
"Baby, I don't need permission to share a shower with you."
"And why's that?" I asked quietly, trying to be confident but it wasn't working. The man brought out all my weaknesses. He made me submit, made me fall in his trap. I couldn't help it. With him, I was ice cream and he was the sun.
"Because you, bella Rosalia, are mine."
Holy moly
Oh, my gosh
Oh, my life
Oh, my days
Oh, everything
What the hell?
I don't belong to anyone
That was exactly what I said and it made him tighten his grip on my hips. "I'm sorry, repeat what you said, baby girl?"
I was tensed. I was panicking. I was nervous. I was scared. I was. .his.
I took his hands off my hips and started to push the shower door but he grabbed me, spinning me around and slammed my back against the glass wall. I gasped loudly, meeting his lustful, intense eyes. I squeezed my thighs together, wishing my body wouldn't betray me.
"Rose," he began so huskily that I felt myself tingle between my legs. Our faces were so close and his eyes intimated me, gazing so erotically into my eyes. "Why are you angry at me? This time?"
I let go of my lip, my heart racing as I replied quietly, "Vanessa."
"Are you jealous, sweetheart?"
"N-No. ."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. . ."
He lifted my chin so I met his eyes again, his lips parting as he looked down at mine, licking his slowly. "What do you want me to do?"
I stared into his eyes, the devil and angel in the head arguing of what to do with my situation. I pushed them away, groaning softly as I gave in.
"Fuck, I'm gonna regret this," I groaned, rolling my eyes as I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled his head to me, allowing his tasty, moist, hot lips to touch mine. I moaned loudly against his lips, his hands running down my body so slowly.
We sloppily kissed, my hands slipping through his messy, wet, tousled hair as his arms wrapped around my waist, pressing our bodies against each other as we kissed.
He started kissing my neck, sucking and touching me. I was breathless, unable to stop letting out ragged moans as his hands roamed my body. He slapped my butt gently, his hands gripping onto my cheeks.
Cristiano started sucking my breasts, his tongue playing around with my hard nipples. Letting out moans, my fingers ran through his hair as his mouth further down my body and soon, he was on his knees, splitting my legs.
I looked down at him, salaciously, my mind going wild.
He went to lean in but I stopped him, an idea running through my mind. "Stop," I commanded suddenly, causing him to freeze.
He stood and my hands went to his hard chest, pushing him back so he moved backwards to the marble seat. He scoffed in surprise, looking up at me amorously.
"You had your turn," I lasciviously reminded him, licking my lips slowly as I kneeled down in front of him, my eyes dropping to his large package. Our eyes locked and he licentiously gazed at me.
"My turn, papi."
If only he knew what I have planned. . .
"Rose! Get the fuck back here! Game on!"