Vera Garkavets is a born cook.
She takes every opportunity to prove herself as a true professional. And the first assignment she has to cook is ..... orange fresh ????
Neymar Junior may surprise, but does it feel good?
And can even surprise himself...
Honestly...I assumed that this could happen. Neymar and I are going to dance in front of everyone. I looked at him worriedly. He seemed very happy with the choice. "Is he excited? Is he really excited to dance with me? With a maid instead of a model?" I modestly walked out to him as he was already standing on the dance floor waiting for me. Taking my arm and waist we were ready to dance. I was still avoiding stares.
"Can we not dance a meter away?" said Neymar and without a second thought, he pushed me towards him. Now that really made me nervous. Goosebumps ran down my skin. We were so close we could feel each other's breath.
The music played. (I suggest you listen to the song: Tolan Shaw - Gold)
There were a few other couples around us, including Rafa and a blonde. But it seemed to me that Neymar and I were the only couple. At one point I even imagined that it was all a dream and that when I woke up I would find myself at home without a job and without a PSG team. But no matter how hard I tried to close my eyes, nothing disappeared and my heart kept beating. Neymar held my hand gently and moved perfectly. He kept his eyes on me which made me blush.
"You're not a bad dancer, Mr. Junior." I said. He smiled.
"Thanks, beauty." I looked up at him.
"What?"
"Um... you're very pretty tonight." He looked into my eyes and we stared at each other for a while. "Did Neymar Junior say I was pretty? Does he really think so? What beautiful eyes he has! Or maybe it's his games again?" I looked away. The music was ending but I had to be honest, I didn't want to leave Neymar's arms around me. I felt safe, warm like I was in a fairy tale. When the music stopped, we were still standing next to each other, not letting go of each other's arms. We both looked at each other's lips.
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Then I remembered with horror that we weren't alone and maybe there were even cameras around us. I let go of his hand and looked around. Everyone was shouting and clapping at the end of the round. I met my gaze with Rafa's. "He's so sad!" Then I looked at Neymar. He was already smiling at the cameras.
I lowered my head. "Of course not, of course he didn't mean that I was pretty. It's a clichéd phrase!"
"I need to talk to you." I said to Neymar. He looked at me worriedly. "Don't pretend you care, Neymar Junior!" He silently took my hand and led me to the balcony. At the time, I didn't care that all the party guests were looking at us as we left.
The view was wonderful and the air was fresh compared to the inside. Eh... Paris.
I turned to face Neymar and leaned against the railing. He closed the door to the balcony and stepped closer to me attentively ... even very attentive.
"What did you want to talk about?"
"I'm ... quitting." He wrinkled his eyebrows then leaned towards me.
