Make It or Break It

Chapter Thirteen: Broken Strings

Fernando smiled as he awoke the morning of the Chelsea vs. Aston Villa away match, he was spooning Riley who was still asleep.

He closed his eyes as he held her close to his warm body causing her to moan softly as she curled deeper into his arms; he sighed knowing that he would have to come up with an idea how to explain what to tell his roommate.

Riley curled into his arms, making him smile as he pressed his lips to her neck.

“Amor,” Fernando murmured softly as he looked at her; she looked so peaceful and he hated to wake her but it was time to get up.

Riley turned over and pressed herself against him, Fernando bite back a groan before someone banged on the bedroom door, he dived under the covers as Riley bolted up just in time for Richard to enter.

“Morning Dad,” Riley squeaked as she held the covers to her chest, he nodded once at her in acknowledgement; obviously not paying her much mind or attention to the room before he walked back out.

Riley breathed a sigh of relief, as the door closed; Fernando sat up and looked at her amused about what had just happened.

“That’s one way of waking up the morning after,” Riley mumbled a little disappointed as he pressed a kiss to her neck, she couldn’t believe her father had done that.

The footballer chuckled as Riley turned to kissed him, knowing that he really didn’t mind as long as her father hadn’t caught them; he could only imagine what would have happened if he had.

“Good morning,” Fernando greeted her as they kissed slowly, the brunette wrapped her arm around his neck as they kissed knowing that when he left the room she wouldn’t be able to touch him without people discovering what they were doing.

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Standing in Villa Park, Riley watched her father give his usual pep talk; the team nodding along to what he was saying, she wouldn’t be sitting near them but in the boxes with several WAGs who had arrived to surprise their other halves.

The brunette was wearing an ink blue peasant top and skinny boyfriend jeans paired with navy ankle boots; she was wearing club colours even if she wasn’t wearing the stifling team kits that the rest of the staff wore.

Riley held back a groan at the idea of spending ninety minutes in the same box as Olalla, who had been pretty clingy since she had arrived that morning.

Fernando looked over at Riley; he couldn’t stop a flash of last night flickering through his mind; her naked body pressed against his, her whimpering his name.

Licking his lips, as he looked at her; she looked beautiful in the outfit she had chosen to wear to the match; he just wished that everyone could know that she was his, however it just wasn’t possible.

“Alright boys give your all,” Richard said tiredly, the team started to make their way out of the locker room; Riley pecked her dad on the cheek before she made her way up to the box.

Riley smiled at the WAGs who greeted her as she entered; they were all friendly with her since she had been introduced to them by their footballers.

Olalla stared at the brunette and pursed her lips as she sat in her seat; there was something she didn’t like about Riley.

Nora glanced over at the brunette; she knew that her mother disliked the brunette for the amount of time Fernando spent with her and Aiden.

“Where’s Aiden today?” Christine Bleakley asked, making Riley look at her and smile; she knew that the older brunette meant a lot to Frank.