Neymar Jr's New House Cooker

Part 2

7 AM

"Why do I have to get up so early?Ahhhh... yeah.... breakfast."

I took a quick fresh shower before heading down to the kitchen and finally getting to work. I couldn't wait to start cooking. I wanted to make something that would surprise Neymar. "I don't know why."

So... The weather was fine outside with the sun streaming into the  kitchen through the large window. I opened the window and enjoyed the smell of fresh lawn. "How much is this man spending on this house?"

Then I pulled out everything I needed to make the healthiest breakfast for the footballer. Coffee, oatmeal pancake with banana and a mix of fresh vegetables. I myself was shocked at how quickly I made it all. To be honest Neymar slept longer than I expected so I just sat on Instagram for half an hour. Guess whose page I went to. "It's stupid, isn't it? Going on the page of a guy you've known for one day? Come on... he's a worldwide celebrity, almost the whole world visits his page every day." Yeah, I was still thinking about yesterday and it certainly didn't do me any good. "Maybe he really liked me. Neymar Junior?"

"Morning." My thoughts were interrupted by a sleepy but so sweet voice.

I rose from my chair. "Good morning. Your breakfast, Mr. Junior." He scanned me and sat down at the table. Then started on his breakfast. I leaned against the counter and didn't know if I should talk to him or if it would be too weird.

"No rice in dough?" he smirked.

"Well...I thought it would give you more energy for your big day like you said." He looked at me smiling and nodded.

"Big game today. I'll be leaving at 1pm so lunch is cancelled for today." My eyes lit up. Maybe I could be home alone and finally enjoy it properly. "How about the pool?"

"Good. I mean... I wish I could treat you to lunch as well."

He looked up and smirked again. "Is he a smirk man? Or does he imagine he's got a camera in front of him every time?"

"Well...I guess you can take a walk around Paris and get some rest." he got up from the table and I was surprised at how quickly he ate.

"Or you could watch the game online?" he was already going upstairs looking at his phone. "Watch the game? Why? Cheer for him?"

"Will you?" he suddenly shouted looking up the stairs at me. I looked at him and got worried.

"Sure, if it's that important to you." He smirked again and winked at me then disappeared to his room. "A wink? To watch the game? As if he didn't have enough eyes!"

The whole day is at my disposal...

I cleaned the kitchen even though I didn't really want to part with any place in the house. "Where are the parties Serkan promised? I want to work hard." It sounds strange but it's true.

I went into my room and already knew what to do today. Shopping... of course! After all it's unacceptable for me in Paris not to visit a single boutique. Especially since while unpacking my things  I discovered that I didn't have a dress for the party whenever it was coming up. I had the money. Neymar was a very good boss in that. But all his smirks and winks. Enough of it.

I put on my sunglasses and was about to leave the house.

"Shopping?" I turned around and saw Neymar standing on the stairs in a dark blue suit with a tie in his hands. He was very elegant. His tattoos complimented his look so much. Ah... yeah. ... his shirt was almost unbuttoned.