Rafa's POV

"Look Rafa," Carlos told me "That's all the information that I have managed to get from the video. It's all I recognise and I think that I'm right. But this isn't the reason that I came up here anyway. We need to get to the plane for Mallorca remember?"

""Don't worry I've already packed," I replied "I'll be down in a minute. I just need some time to think,"

"Why don't you call Sophie?" Carlos suggested

I gestured to my smashed phone on the floor before stamping on it one more time for good measure.

"Rafaaa," Carlos said disappointedly "That cost a couple of hundred Euros! And what are you going to tell Toni? You know what he thinks about wasting expensive things,"

Toni had a very stern policy that never should a tennis racquet be broken. He had told me at a young age that if I smashed my racquet then he could find somebody else to coach who would not waste it and that there were plenty of people who would like the same opportunities as me etcetera.

"Can we try and keep this under our hats Carlos?" I pleaded "I was just angry."

"Fine but only if you come downstairs now so we can leave. I want to get home!"

I picked up my bags, put the phone wreckage in the bin and left the room as tidy as I could manage. Carlos and I went downstairs, I handed my keys in at reception and we went outside to where the whole team were waiting. As I joined them there was a sudden silence and everybody stared at me, all wanting to see my reaction and if I had anything to say about the video. I was saved by the press, ironically my worst enemies, as they started to swarm us and we were forced to jump into the two large taxis that had been called. There was the same kind of situation in the taxis though. Everybody seemed scared to talk to me. Finally my mother brought up the courage.

"So how are you feeling Rafael?" she asked

"I'm okay thanks," I replied as casually as possible "And you?"

"I'm fine too," she answered "Have you found out who videoed you yet?"

I was shocked by the suddenness of the question not expecting to be asked so directly. I did not answer not wanting to expose my suspicions about Sophie.

"Shall I say or should you Rafa?" Carlos asked me.

"You," I choked.

"We have certain evidence that it was Sophie," Carlos said "It looked like the same kind of video you'd get from a MacBook Pro which Sophie had out at the time. The blinds were closed on the windows and the door locked."

The people in the car started to debate about whether they agreed with the claim or not. It was basically everybody against my mother, who argued that Sophie had seemed really nice. I was happy to let them argue over it for as long as they wanted as long as they stopped questioning me.

Sophie's POV

"So what are you going to do with the money which you got from the video Sophie?" Amy asked me.

"I don't know," I replied "I feel a little bad spending it since I made it dishonestly,"

"Rafa will never know nor will he care," Amy told me "Either way I'm sure he'd understand that you did it to help out a friend."

"I don't know Amy," I said sadly "I'm beginning to wish that I hadn't done this. That we'd found another way to get money. He sounded pretty agitated and scared on the phone. Said it might end his career."

"And then he'd retire as a multi millionaire on Mallorca, a virtual island paradise where he could live out his days playing golf, tennis, swimming and enjoying as many girls as his cock could ever want." Amy said harshly "I'm sorry but whilst I struggle to earn enough for a living it's difficult to feel sorry for him."

"You're being harsh!" I protested "He's a really nice guy and he just wants his privacy protected,"

"Well then to be honest you should not have shown me the video!" Amy exclaimed "Then you wouldn't be in this mess."

"I think that you're right," I nodded "I really do."

Rafa's POV

The plane landed in Manacor airport and I was eager to get out of the stuffy plane and into the sunlight of my home island. I had sat by myself for the entire journey and listened to music for the majority of the journey, shutting myself out of everything. I grabbed my hand luggage and bounded off the plane, a new happiness inside of me. In my little town nobody would judge me because of a sex tape. Everybody was too close for that. Leaving my whole team behind me I strode to collect my other luggage and went through passport control eager to get out and enjoy the Summer.

"Welcome home Mr Nadal," the passport control guy told me and shook my hand.

"Thank you sir," I replied. Carrying my three bags I walked to the exit of the airport where the rest of my family would probably be waiting for me. And there they were. My sister Maria Isabel, my father Sebastian, my other uncle Miguel Angel. Xisca was also there which I found surprising as she had come to greet me at the airport less since we had broken up. It had been less than a month since I had been here yet it seemed like years and I had honestly never been happier to go home. I jogged over to them, dropped my bags and hugged them one by one. As I got to Xisca we hugged and I looked at her, my eyes asking why she was here.

"I thought that you might want to talk," she whispered in my ear.

"Thank you," I replied just as quietly.

Shortly the rest of the team who had travelled with me caught up and we left the airport. As a family we owned a block of apartments so that we lived as a family but had some privacy. We all lived there apart from Xisca who had a house nearby. When we arrived at the building Xisca told me that she was going home and I told her that I would go to see her very soon. I lugged my bags to my room and started to quickly unpack, decided what needed to be washed and what was clean. Then I changed into some normal clothes, shorts and a T-shirt fitting for the heat outside. When I was satisfied that my apartment was tidy enough, I hated mess, I left to go to Xisca's house.

I walked the route which I had used so many times before. Out of the building, down the road to get to the sea front and then turn right and count until the fifth house. Xisca owned a very small but pretty house with a colourful front garden. The house had only six rooms, two bedrooms, an office, a kitchen, a utility room and a sitting room. I knocked on the door and was let in. Xisca led me to the sitting room.

"Would you like a drink?" She asked.

"Some cold water would be lovely," I requested. She nodded and went into the next room.

The sitting room was as messy as I remembered, the tables covered and floor covered in pieces of paper from Xisca's work. Some of them also involved my charity as she had carried on her responsibilities as part of the charity even after we split up. I set about sorting them out a little bit to clear up the mess. As I said, I hated mess. Before long however Xisca came in with a tea for herself and an ice cold water for me.

"Thank you," I said, taking a sip of my water.

"That's alright," Xisca told me "Now you'd better fill me in,"

"Well," I sighed not wanting to tell the entire story again "I met Sophie at the French Open when she fell over and I helped her to clean up. Then later she missed her flight home to England because I was talking to her so I let her stay in my room for the night. The next morning she disappeared with some of my money and I thought she'd stolen it. Turned out that her parents had died and that she had run back to England to see herself. I went to see her in England to apologise and to look after her because as far as I new she had no money and no family to look after her. We had a bit of an argument about where she should live, me trying to persuade her to live here in Mallorca. She wanted to stay in England and me to live there with her. Either way I left her to think, found her later that day with alcohol poisoning, took her to hospital and next day Roger took us to Halle in his aeroplane. Whilst in Halle Sophie bought a very expensive laptop, she's not very careful with money, and found a job in England which she'd have to leave Halle to get to the interview on Wednesday. We had a bit of an argument about that but as usual she won. Anyway on Tuesday night we made love because it was our last night together and we were filmed doing it."

I breathed out as I finished the story. Xisca had been taking notes along the way as if she was a real physiatrist. She didn't say anything for a minute before looking up.

"And you haven't yet found out who filmed you?" Xisca asked "CCTV?"

"It definitely wasn't CCTV," I shook my head "The door was locked, the blinds on the windows down. In fact all of the evidence points to it being Sophie filming us."

"And do you think that it was Sophie?" Xisca asked.

"I really don't know," I replied sadly "My brain says yes but my heart says no."

"Why don't you call her and ask her?" Xisca suggested "I think that it is the only way that we can find out for sure."

"I'm not sure I want to find out," I confessed "If I find out that it was her then I'll have to break up with her,"

"I don't mean to sound harsh Rafa but if she filmed you without your consent then she deserves everything that she gets," Xisca said "It's a horrible invasion of your privacy and now the entire world knows. How could you trust somebody who does that?"

"You're right," I decided "I'll call her right away,"

I reached to my pocket to bring out my phone before remembering what I'd done earlier.

"I'm afraid that I smashed my phone to pieces. Can I use yours?" I asked.

"Of course," Xisca said bringing out her phone. I dialled in the number.

"Hey Rafa," I heard Sophie say from the other side of the line "What do you want?"

"You don't need to sound so scared!" I said "It's only me,"

"Did I sound scared?" Sophie tried to cover up.

"You sounded very scared, like as if didn't want to talk to me right now," I told her.

"Oh it's just I'm not feeling very well," Sophie lied.

"Look, Sophie I can tell when you're lying," I said angrily "Now I just need to ask you a question and I need you to answer honestly. Was it you who videoed us having sex and was it you who sold the video to the press?"

"How dare you Rafael N-

"Sophie I want the truth," I warned "It was filmed from an Apple Laptop. You have an Apple Laptop. It was filmed from the bedside table. Your laptop was on the bedside table. The door was locked and the blinds down. Tell me the truth."

"Fine," Sophie sighed in defeat "Yes and No."

"Yes and No?" I asked "What do you mean?"

"I did video us but I didn't give it to the press," Sophie said.

"So how did it get to the press?" I asked. Emotions were swaying around in my head. Betrayal, confusion, anger, hurt.

"My friend Amy sold it to them because she didn't have any money," Sophie told me.

"And how did Amy get hold of the video?" I asked.

"I gave it to her. She needed money and it was the most valuable thing that I could sell for my best friend," Sophie cried trying to defend herself "But you'll forgive me right? I just made a mistake."

"No, not this time Sophie. This has gone too far," I replied loudly and sadly "You have filmed us in our most intimate moment without my permission. You have indirectly given it to the press without my permission. You have lied to me, you have made me the subject of jeering from all of my friends and have caused awkwardness between me and my family. You haver made all of the women tennis players hate me. I can't trust you any more and that, that is why I've got to break up with you."

"No," Sophie said "No. It was just a mistake. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

I hung up, knowing that I could not stand one more second on the phone breaking my own and somebody else's hearts. I sighed and collapsed on the sofa, a large part of me relieved that I had conquered my fears.

"Well done and I'm really sorry that this happened. I can just imagine how you must be feeling because I felt it when I broke up with you," Xisca told me. She sat down next to me on the sofa and put her arm around my shoulders.

"But tell me," Xisca carried on "You said that the women tennis players hate you now. Why is that?"

"You'd have to watch the video to understand that," I sighed "You can if you want."

"I don't want to invade your privacy," Xisca said.

"Hey hey you've seen me naked before girl," I tried to laugh "And anyway. It means a lot to me that you've waited to ask for my permission to watch it unlike everybody else I know. Just go ahead, try and enjoy it as much as everybody else has."

"If you're sure," Xisca planted a kiss on my forehead "Well done for making that phone call and handling it so well. You should try and rest a little, emotions can take a huge toll on the body."

Right, I need another little vote if possible. You see now I have a choice of a few paths to go down.

1: Rafa get's back together with Xisca

2: Sophie persuades Rafa to forgive her over time

3: Rafa needs to choose between Xisca and Sophie

Over the three sites that this story is on I've had a total of about 1030 views. Thank you so much everybody. My only concern is that of those 1030 views there have only been three comments. Thank you those of you who have taken the time to do so. I could use a few more to help me make this choice now if you would.

Thanks.