Here is Complicated Part 2, I hope you enjoy. and feedback in here. xx

I waited and waited and waited but he never stepped through the front door. Clearly he was avoiding me after Sunday’s loss, that had hit him hard, I’m sure. But he should have at least called or texted me that he wasn’t coming home for the night instead of leaving me worrying about him. Yes, I still worried about him even after all the fighting we had done the past 6 months. I still loved him and I knew he loved me even though he was behaving like a selfish idiot. I had put up with his shit for a year now, that’s when we first met. I was introduced to him by my loving cousin and we hit it off the first night despite the fact that he was really shy compared to the typical type of men I was into. It’s the quiet one’s that you have to look out for.

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“You’re welcome to come with us.” Iker smiled lifting his brows. I looked at him with an amused look on my face and he soon cracked, rolling his eyes. “Okay, fine, Sara will kill me if you don’t show up.”

“See, I knew she put you up to this.” Iker nodded defeated and I chuckled at his adorable expression. “I will come.” Iker’s face already looked relieved but I was about to raddle his cage. “But only if you tell me she’s not trying to hook me up with some guy again.” He looked away his cheecks showing a light red glow and I knew the answer to my question. I knew it. This was definitely something she would do. “I’m still gonna come, if only to safe your life.” I teased and he chuckled.

“Thank you, it means a lot that you want me to live to see another day.”

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Iker and Sara were waiting for me in the livingroom as it took me longer to get ready. See, I was living in Iker’s house with Sara and Iker. When I moved to Spain, 6 months ago, Iker had offered me to stay here, as he had plenty of spare rooms in the 7 bedroom household. Of course I said yes, I mean who wouldn’t wanna live in a luxurious white house in the suburbs of Madrid.

I walked down the stairs in my red 3 inch pumps holding onto the railing. Sara’s and Iker’s open jaws said everything when they saw my black, cut out, long sleeved cocktail dress with a plunging square neckline. It conformed every curve in my body, I liked to show it off whenever I could. Especially when hot men were gonna be in close proximity, but I wasn’t a slut, I just liked to look good.

“I’m guessing I look alright.” I winked at them as I made it down from the last step.

“Karim is gonna love that.” I heard Sara mumble to Iker making me turn to look at her.

“Who’s Karim?” I asked with my eyebrows cocked. She shook her head and smiled
innocently. By the way she acted, I knew he was the poor guy Sara was trying to
pimp me with.

“Ready to go?” Iker asked, he seemed inpatient for some reason. I nodded and looked myself from the whole body mirror in the hallway. I had left my shoulder length, dark blond hair curled open and I was wearing red lipstick that brought out my green eyes. Sara looked stunning as well with her gorgeous dark brown hair landing over her shoulders, a strapless Air Force blue mid-thigh lenght dress that made her legs look even longer than they were.

We arrived at the club a few minutes later and we stepped out of the taxi. I saw tens of people standing in line waiting to get inside the club, but thank god we didn’t have to wait that long as Iker was on the VIP list. The club was packed with people dancing on the floor and sitting in the bar. Iker led us to a personal booth in the back of the club and when we arrived, there were so many good looking men sitting and standing around the table. My eyes first caught Sergio Ramos, with a sleek look, black dress shirt and suprisingly dark washed jeans. He was laughing with two men who kinda looked alike, dark short hair, both tall and sophisticatingly jagged. I didn’t have time to check out the rest of them when Iker introduced me to the group of men.

“Hi guys. This is Miriam, my cousin.” He yelled over the music pointing at me with his open palm. I felt all their eyes on me as I smiled to them trying to look all of them in the eyes while wawing my hand slightly over my face. I wasn’t the type to get flustered around men, but standing in front of ten sexy football players, would make any woman blush. They all said hi, even though I couldn’t hear from more than four mens voices, but I saw their lips move all the same. Iker stood in front of me now blocking my view as he asked me something I couldn’t hear at first so he repeated his question.

“You want a drink?” I just nodded in response and he walked past me to the bar. I was about to go and talk to the men when Sara grabbed my arm stopping me dead on my tracks.

“I wanna introduce you to someone.” She said in my ear with a smile on her lips.

“I told you I don’t need you to be my pimp, Sara.” She pretended like she didn’t hear me, but I saw the smile on her face knowing she heard me just fine. She dragged me after her and I followed her unwillingly. I puffered knowing this was just gonna be a waste of time, like with the last guy she hooked me up with. We stopped in front of a tall, crop haired man with the warmest eyes I have ever seen.

“Karim, I want you to meet Miriam.” The man looked at her bewildered and then he looked at me. His eyes bore into mine like the sun bores into sand, piercing right through me making me feel like I’m on fire. He just stared at me and I stared at him, while Sara let go of my arm disappearing from my side.

“I’m Miriam.” I said the first words straightening my hand to him.

“Karim.” He said taking my hand to his and smiling shyly revealing his smile lines that appeared around his eyes and on his cheeks. I felt someone shoving my shoulder softly and I turned around finding Iker looking at me with a drink in his hand. He offered it to me with a smile and I nodged my head in a subtle manner towards Karim and Iker’s smile grew wider and he looked at Karim, I think he winked at him. “You’re encouraging him? What has Sara done to my cousin.” I thought before I turned back to Karim. He shifted his gaze away from me and then back, seeing me turn to him. I think he was staring at me and looked away when I looked at him. I think that was cute.

“¿De dónde eres?” I asked intrigued by his looks. He hesitated at first putting his other hand in his pocket and the other one was holding a beer bottle. He lifted his gaze from the floor back to my eyes.

“France.” My eyes widened a little at his answer.

“Moi aussi.” I chuckled and he smiled with a proper smile this time excited that we were both French. “Well, actually I’m half French. I was born in France and I grew up there, in Grenoble.”

“That’s so close to where I grew up, Bron.” His face lit up as he was telling me that he grew only 100 miles from the town I grew up in.

“I guess it’s a small world.” I shrugged and Karim smiled. He had such a cute smile, it was like a little kids “It’s christmas” - smile and it made me wanna see his smile again. The beat of the music changed from reggaeton to something more r’n b and I really felt like dancing.

“You wanna dance?” I asked him reaching my hand out to him.

“I can’t dance.” He admitted blushing a little bit and I chuckled.

“It’s fine. You can learn from me.” I gave him a subtle wink and dragged him with me laughing. I had started to walk to the beat when we made it to the growded dance floor and Karim was just standing holding my hand as I turned around to swing my hips to the beat. I recognised the song as Usher’s Dj Got Us Falling in Love Again and I started moving my whole body to the music never letting go of his hand as my other hand went above my head landing finally at the back of my neck. He started moving his body to the beat while our hands just swayed from side to side. I loved dancing and the beat was making my heart bound harder as we looked into each other’s eyes. I couldn’t help but smile because I felt so good, right here, with this man that I had met like 20 minutes ago.

“The DJ got us falling in love again
So dance dance
Like its the last last night
of your life life
Im’ma get you right
Cuz baby tonight
the DJ got us falling in love again”

The words of this song took a hold of my body and I wanted to dance with him all night, even though I didn’t know anything else about him except his name and where he was from, but I didn’t care. I moved closer to him letting go of his hand as I placed both of my arms behind his neck slowing down our movement. I felt his hands wind around my waist as he smiled at me and I instantly smiled back.

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