Neymar Jr's New House Cooker

Part 7

"Can you let me go?" I was still standing in the same place and my hand was on Neymar's. We stood looking at each other. Again. "Is this magic? Why does he want to be close to me so much? He doesn't want me to quit?" He let me go.

"Don't quit." he looked at me. "Why is he saying that?"

"Neymar... I ... it's hard for me to be here. Being with your teammates ... I can ruin everything."

"Don't mind them, Vera." He started to calm me down. I was on the verge of bursting into tears again. "You don't have to get upset with them. I'm sorry I yelled at you today. You're a great cook and I didn't want to lose you .... as a servant."

I looked at him and couldn't believe my ears. I had no idea that my boss appreciated me so much. And of course, I was pleased to hear it from Neymar Junior - a guy who has become so close to me and so dear at heart.  I didn't say anything. I wiped my eyes with my hand.

"Thank you. I... want to go to bed." I purposely didn't answer him about quitting, because I hadn't even answered that to myself yet. I left him and went to my room, where a warm, soft, big bed was waiting for me... 

11 am.

"What?" I struggled to open my half-painted eyes. The sun was shining directly in my face, making me crinkle. Without hesitation, I went into the shower. The hot water made me feel a little better and I decided to sit up and remember everything that had happened yesterday. "I remember coming home with that disgusting Cavani... and hurting Rafa .... then dancing with Neymar... and then ... the pool and I talked to him about something." I covered my mouth with my hand. "I was supposed to make Neymar breakfast." I immediately rushed downstairs to the kitchen. "I'll never go to another party again. Or at least I won't drink there." The house was quiet. "Neymar could be at practice by now... hungry! Yeah... Vera!"

I went into the kitchen .... no one. "What the hell?! Where is he?" I turned around. "Neymar?" Silence. I squatted down on the living room couch. My head throbbed and I didn't feel well. Without thinking, I decided to devote what time I had to myself. I went to the pool that I remembered so well from yesterday. The water glistened in the sun and was invitingly warm.

Anyway... it was wonderful. There was just something missing... Neymar. I missed him. I really did. I wrapped myself in a towel and lay down on the chaise lounge. I still had about two hours, so I decided not to waste any more time. I got to work. "So, Neymar Junior, if I miss you, you'll miss me... for my food." I decided to make Neymar the most delicious meal. Spaghetti with mushrooms and meatballs. I couldn't wait to get some for myself. I felt so much better doing what I loved. Suddenly my phone rang. I quickly picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Vera, good to hear you!"

"Serkan! I missed you so much! Where are you?"

"Not far away. Something had to be done for Mr. Junior. I can tell by your voice that you're already settled in at his house." I smiled.

"Yeah... come in for coffee. He's in training... I'm bored on my own."

"That would be fine... but I'll see you a little later, Vera. Gotta run, we'll have another chat!"

"Bye, Serkan!"

"Bye, Vera!" I put the phone on the table and sighed. I wanted to talk to someone or just see another person. During this time alone, I got bored.

You can only imagine how I rushed to the door when I heard the door open. Neymar is back home.

"Hey!" I said immediately. He was carrying a bunch of bags. My smile disappeared immediately. I remembered the pizza incident and was afraid that I wasn't doing my job well enough this time, too.