Cristiano's Craving

Thirty Seven

Rose

I was screaming.

Yelling.

Shrieking.

Begging.

But nothing worked.

Cristiano Rossi, the famous underground boxer with a reputation that no one could exceed, was my boyfriend. My ruthless boyfriend who was slowly murdering the man who dared to touch what was his; me.

"You dick, Cristiano! You fucking dick!" Jordan snapped, as the fight finally broke apart. He pushed his friend away, glaring at him hard. "You come here and stir up a fight? Really? Over what?"

"He touched her," Cristiano shot back before spitting on the ground carelessly. I looked away, still breathless and feeling queasily nauseous at the sight of the beaten up man on ground. Jordan sighed, running his hand through his hair as he licked his lips.

People were still dancing and trying to get on with the party though most seemed to be listening in discretely. "Yeah, well you didn't have to cause a scene," Jordan snapped back, rolling his eyes and sighing. I wrapped my arms around myself, still feeling sick and nervous.

"Sorry," Cristiano bluntly responded before taking out a brown envelope from his pocket and handing it over to Jordan. "Happy birthday even though it's tomorrow. I told you I'd come."

Jordan tried to keep an annoyed look on his face but it didn't last long. He rolled his eyes and glanced in to see a wad of cash and chuckled, shaking his head. "Whatever. Thanks. . .I guess."

"Jordan!"

"Baby, come back!"

"Jordy, we miss you!"

Gage snorted, chortling suddenly. "Did she just call you 'Jordy'?"

Jordan rolled his eyes. "My ladies are calling for me. Bye, losers." He turned and went back into the VIP area whilst Gage glanced between Cristiano and I before walking off, without a word, catching on.

Thanks for leaving me, Gage, with this guy who I don't want to talk to but miss so much

I licked my lips and looked at the ground, waiting for him to speak.

But he didn't. He came closer and lifted my chin, pulling a strand of my long hair behind my ear. His deep hazel eyes intently gazed at my face, studying it intensely. I swallowed roughly, uncomfortable in his intimidating gaze.

"Are you gonna keep acting or be straight with me?"

I scoffed, moving my head away from his hand. Rolling my eyes, I replied in disbelief, "I've always been straight with you; you're the one acting. What the hell is going on with you, Cristiano? Did you not receive anything from me?"

"Oh, I did," he carelessly answered vaguely. "I just didn't give a fuck."

I looked at him in disbelief, scoffing and shaking my head at him. "What is wrong with you?" I snapped, my voice beginning to rise. "You've been gone for almost a month! Not once did you reply to me! Talk to me, Cristiano."

"Stop being dramatic," Cris scoffed, rolling his eyes at me as if I was inferior to him. He took out a cigarette and placed it between his lips before bringing out a lighter. He managed to add, "I don't need your permission or approval to go anywhere."

I stared at him, utterly confused as to what was going on with the man. "I don't want to talk to you."

"No. We're gonna talk now so you can get it-"