Cristiano.

"Catalina could you follow me to find Daniella. She said she and James didn't exactly know where this club was and I want to see if she's here as yet." Antonella rambled on suddenly, looking nervously between me and Neymar.

I guess Leo told her.

And thank god for your quick thinking Anto.

Catalina nodded, still warily looking between Neymar and I too. They left the booth, arms linked, effectively leaving the three of us alone.

You could've cut the tension with a knife.

I felt my fist clenching and unclenching as I stared at him. He stared back and a little smirk played on his mouth. He fixed his blonde hair ever so often that I thought it was a nervous trait.

"Why are you here?" I asked quietly, sitting back, gripping the back of the sofa trying not to let either of my hands free.

You can guess why.

"Can't I just want to see my friends?" He asked innocently, taking a sip of his drink,"I'm free to do what ever I want."

"Bullshit," I mumbled.

"Cris," Leo warned.

"Let's cut the crap, what I want to know is why do you have an obssession with my girlfriend?" I asked through gritted teeth.

"You told him didn't you," Neymar said simply turning to Leo.

"I had to and you know why," Leo said voice low.

"Well now that that's out in the open I guess there's no use in lying about this shit." Neymar started.

"What do you mean," I scoffed.

"It's simple. I want her. I have always wanted her, ever since I laid eyes on her. She was always beautiful and she was going to be mine. But she left and our contact became limited. She was out there taking the world by storm and I was stuck in Brazil waiting for football to come through for me."

"First of all, boo fucking hoo you have a sob story. Congratulations. Everyone does. Second of all she is not some object. She's a human being and an amazing one at that, so she deserves to be treated with respect and not as if she was some sort of prize." I seethed.

Leo watched on, head turning side to side as if he was watching a final at Wimbeldon.

"Her family loves me, well everyone except Javier because he never did trust me. Her sister's still keep in contact with me. So even they know that Catalina and I were supposed to be together ever since we met 13 years ago."

"What happened then huh? She said she hadn't seen you in five years since the last time both of you were in Brazil. You know nothing about her. You didn't even spare her a second thought. But here you are trying to waltz into her life and destroy our relationship. Why now?" I asked getting extremely pissed off.

"Isn't it obvious?" Neymar said.

"Not really," I replied. Leo looked at his teammate with concern and underlying disgust. I'm glad it's not me alone.

"She's the last prize to top off what has been a wonderful few years for me. A top class girl. A mother for my son and a nice body to strut on the red carpet with." Neymar said smugly.

"I wonder when you'll wake up from that dream." I laughed humourlessly.

"Don't you worry about that. What you need to worry about is when she'll be under me or even riding me, screaming my name for the world to hear," Neymar said slyly.

"Cris no!" Leo shouted as I jumped from my seat.

I saw red and nothing else.

My hands found themselves around Neymar's collar. His smug face irritated me but his eyes were dark and unforgiving, daring me to hit him.

Leo pushed himself in between us which was hard because I didn't feel like loosening my grip.

I wanted to bash in his pretty boy face.

Eventually he managed to push Neymar away, who backed down, massaging his neck. He glared daggers at me while I stood breathing heavily.

Leo gave me a knowing look as if to say 'you cool now?'. I nodded slightly, jaw clenched tightly as I sat back down and resumed my earlier positon of gripping the chairback.

We had an intense staredown not moving or speaking, not affected by the ever pounding music. Leo sat back looking ready to spring in between us again if needed.

This is how it's going to be from now on. The animosity between us was through the damn roof. We couldn't stand each other before and now he's trying to fucking take away my girlfriend. His dumbass is looking for a good beating and I am willing enough to give him that.

Suddenly Catalina came back into the booth, hair all down her back now. Her lipstick was touched up and her eyes where alive with a playful glint.

Leo smirked, hugging Catalina and left the booth, saying something about how he had to find Antonella. I didn't catch him clearly because I didn't take my gaze off of Neymar who hadn't moved at all.

She walked straight past Neymar, whose lustful gaze followed her, and came up to me.

She planted herself in my lap and I gripped her thigh again. Throwing her arms around my neck, she leaned into my ear, her hair obsecuring her face.

"Don't worry about a thing baby. I heard that last part. I got your back." She whispered, biting my ear.

I smirked at her and she winked slyly. I could see the gears turning in her head.

"Are you thinking what I think you're thinking?" I asked.

"Of course." She whispered again.

We're gonna put on a show so he better enjoy it.

I brought my hand higher up her thigh, barely slipping it under her immaculately white dress to trace circles on her light brown skin. The other hand played with the leg draped across my knee, enjoying it's smoothness.

She ran her hand down my chest, playing with the crucifix chain, before sliding her hand lower to grip my belt, letting her fingertips trail across the leather.

Then she bit her bottom lip. Hard.

Neymar watched on stony faced and jaw clenched but surprisingly he didn't move.

I guess he needs a little more persuasion.

I pulled on Catalina's lips with my own, kissing her slowly before pulling away.

I smirked at Neymar who glared back at me as Catalina began sucking on my jaw and neck.

His fists were balled tightly and the vein in his temple threatened to burst at any minute. He got up suddenly and rushed angrily out of the booth.

"He's gone," I breathed, getting turned on by her neck kisses.

"I know," she whispered back continuing to suck on my jawline.

"Home?" I offered.

"Please." She moaned lightly.

"Let's get out of here."