My Love Journey's
Cristiano Meet

"Hey, Bianka!" valerie's exclamation broke the silence between Paul and me standing in front of the hotel lobby. We're waiting for Alfred to tell us he's ahead.

I know this sounds silly, but after a week apart, now our relationship is growing more serious and real, which results in us barely being able to keep each other's hands. Even now, in public places, Paul clutches my hips closer than he should while teasing me with petty seduction and dirty jokes when it was only three hours that we met.

"Hey," I waved as Valerie and Carl approached us from the elevator, followed by Red and Felix behind them.

Paul stood beside me, leisurely embracing my shoulder while Carl hugged me for a moment. "It's good to see you again, Bianka."

"Bianka, you've met Felix, haven't you?" red asked with a smile.

I did meet Felix before, in the hospital when I was helping Paul for the first time, and when I was watching their training sessions. But we've never talked. "Hi, Felix. Nice to meet you." I said as I shook his hand.

"me too. You know, Paul never stops talking about you" she lightly teased Paul, making me laugh while rubbing Paul's back on my shoulder.

Valerie cleared her throat. "Where are you going?"

"Shop for a minute." Paul replied. "You guys?"

"You're having lunch." Next, our attention turned to Felix and Red. Just this time I saw a kind of strong bond between those who seemed to love each other.

"Actually I want to look around downtown, but from what I hear Russians don't really support same-sex relationships." muttered Red, linking his fingers to Felix.

I glanced at Paul who was playing a cell phone. It's an attitude I don't think is appropriate to do in the middle of a conversation like this, but it's his choice...

"Yes, I heard about that too. Pathetic, huh?" I said.

Felix shrugged his shoulders. "Well, this is not our country. There's a pool and spa downstairs, I think we'll spend some time there."

"Ah, that must be fun." Valerie's smile was perfect.

Then, without warning, Paul pulled his hand from my shoulder and twisted my body facing him with a quick jolt. I cringe. "What the fuck?" I asked, confused by his sudden movements.

He just grinned flirtatiously.

"Oh, my goodness... He's going crazy..."

Though vague, I could hear Carl whispering from behind me.

"What's up, anyway?" I asked, and just as I looked back, I saw it. Cristiano Ronaldo stood there, smiling at me.

I gulped while feeling my heart momentarily stop beating. Like a dazed person, I unconsciously took a step back until my back stuck to Paul's chest. I could feel Paul's hand holding my waist down so as not to fall.

"Bianka, as you wish, Cristiano is here." I could hear a flirtatious smile from his tone. Paul kissed my cheek from behind while I gawked like a fool looking at the man before me.

"Hello, Bianka, I didn't expect to see you."

Oh, my gosh. I think I'm gonna faint when she suddenly hugs me. I hugged back, said something stammering. Indistinct.

"Hi," I cried as soon as our embrace was released, still unable to find the appropriate words due to being struck by a startruck and frozen in place.

"You're prettier than Paul talks about so much" she said gently, her subtle accent making her even more attractive. I look at him like a fool.

"Be careful, man." Paul chuckled behind me, making Cristiano raise both hands in surrender. A big smile on his lips.

"I've been waiting for this moment to come to ask you something serious" Cristiano muttered as he looked at me fixedly. I nodded, asking him to continue his sentence. "You're in favor of Portugal, right?"

"All his support has gone to the German team" said Paul, proudly embracing my shoulder. "Isn't that right, love?"

"I'm, uh. sure!" sahutku nervous.

Cristiano 'Freaking' Ronaldo was laughing cheerfully, his tone so cheerful and friendly.

***

"What the fuck was that?" My heart was still pounding when I put my seatbelt in the passenger seat with Paul.

Paul shrugged his shoulders with a smile. "It's interesting to see you lose such words."

I re-imagine the thrilling moment that just happened until I was finally able to properly chat with a Cristiano Ronaldo, but believe me.

I just found out that Paul is in charge of everything, because it looks like their relationship is pretty close. That's why he was playing the phone when we were chatting with Valerie, Carl, Felix, and Red.

"I can't believe you did that for me." I groaned and cupped my face. "I just embarrassed myself, Paul. Oh, my God, this is the craziest moment of my life!"

"Love, don't worry. He's a good guy, he knows you're a fan of his and he knows why your reaction is like that. You know, I'm just afraid he's asking for your phone number when you're drifting in..."

I laughed as I pushed Paul's arm slowly. I tidied up the sleeves of my dress while Alfred closed the windshield in the car, leaving Paul and me both.

"That's not a problem, love" she said, sharing the sweetest smile I've ever seen. "You're happy to meet him, aren't you?"

"Yes, but I still can't believe this." I said, making Paul's smile grow. "Oh my God, she said I was beautiful!"

Paul's laughter filled the small room in the car. "You are beautiful, really. Your reaction wasn't this crazy when I said you were beautiful, why? Hm?"

"Who said? I just. uhm, I think that's normal human instinct. Who does not admire him? It's Cristiano 'Fvcking' Ronaldo!"

"Ahh, it seems reasonable."

Not willing to waste any time, I came forward to kiss her, trying to express how grateful I was for her generosity, not just for today, but for all the days I've been through since we met.

***

"I doubt we can find anything in this place" I said, hesitatingly looking around the shop we entered.

They sell dresses at exorbitant prices, I know I can't possibly afford to buy anything from this store. Forget about the evening dress, Bianka!

Leisurely, Paul pulled me deeper as if he understood what I was saying, "Don't think about it too much, love. The sooner you find your dress, the sooner we can get on with the next show."

I saw an awesome dress on display in the mannequin. A very beautiful blood-colored dress. I put my feet closer to the dress and was bothered to see the price listed there. If the Russian currency is changed to the Euro, the result is close to €4000! What the fvck!

"That's great, love. You likey?" grunting Paul.

I'm shaking. "This, uh... I don't think they have the right size for me."

"I'm sure there must be, take it easy." His look gave me hope.

"Paul, listen..." I turned to look at him while breathing. "The price is out of range. I won't buy it even if I can. Spending money just for dinner?..."

"Hello," A woman with a thick Russian accent arrived beside the mannequin, she smiled sweetly. "Is there anything I can help you with?"

"I'm..."

"He wants to try this" Paul told me.

With doubt, I was forced to try on the dress. Take him to the locker room hoping that it doesn't fit in my body while Paul follows behind.

"I don't like it very much, Paul."

"I know your heart says otherwise, love. Look, don't think about the price and see how beautiful you are right now." he said, watching me from the couch in the locker room.

I followed Paul's advice, instantly resenting that the damn dress was really beautiful wrapping around my body. My cleavage looks perfect with a small string on both shoulders. Overall, the curves of my body seem so seductive even to myself.

"Don't tell me you don't like it right now" Paul snored, as if he knew my thoughts.

"I like it..."

"Then you want to, right?"

"What's? No, Paul. I'm..."

"I'll buy it for you."

I turned around, lowering my eyes to her. "No, I don't want to. We've already talked about this, I don't like you using your money for me."

"Love, I want to give you a present."

"Not yet, it's not Christmas or my birthday. I can't take it." I said seriously. It's enough he asked me to meet him here on a private jet, there's nothing I need right now.

"You're working really hard, Bianka. Especially last week, and you did that to get a weekend off to come to me. You're an amazing woman, you deserve more than I can give you. Let me buy this for you as an expression of gratitude because you've given me so many things."

"Give you so many things?" I froze. "You who brought me to meet Cristiano Ronaldo, how could it be worth the ****** that..."

"Stop being a stone head," He grinned. "Oh, that's ******excellent."

I took a desperate breath and threw out the buttocks next to him. Paul could not have given up so easily.

"You don't know how happy I am with you, love. Without you knowing it, you gave me happiness. I'll buy this dress for you. Point." His eyes looked at me seriously.

"I'll definitely change your money."

"no need. Your presence alone is more than enough."

With one heavy, very heavy breath, I was forced to give up and nod my head.