His Maid (a Neymar Jr fanfic)

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a/n: I CHANGED THE CAST AGAIN (SORRY LOLZ I HAVE A SERIOUS HABIT), Liliana is now played by Sara Sampaio :)

Liliana's POV

                The rest of the day passed by normally, and I went by my duties. I'd successfully dodged Neymar after we came back from the beach all day, and I hadn't heard a single word from him. How could he side with Bruna after I was pretty sure he'd been standing behind us the whole time? I mean, I knew she was his girlfriend and all, and yeah you had to stick with your 'other half' or whatever, but he knew she was in the wrong. Whatever. I wasn't one to hold grudges.

Beatriz had assigned me to cleaning Davi's bedroom, and it wasn't nearly as boring as I'd thought it would be.

Davi's room, larger than mine, was filled to the brim with all type of toys. I stepped over a discarded nursery book and picked up a toy horse, wondering what it was like to grow up so rich.

After making Davi's bed- which had Brazil National Team sheets-, I set on clearing the toys. The task took a good two hours; I was exhausted by the end of it.

Sliding down the end of Davi's bed, I put my head in my hands and replayed the events of today. It was a pretty decent day, if not for what had happened with Bruna and her doting boyfriend. I was pretty sure Davi and I had bonded.

I whipped my head up at the sound of a cough- Neymar was standing right in front of me.

"Meu Deus*", I said, my heart racing in my chest. "You scared me, Neymar."

He chuckled in response and slid down till he was sitting beside me, the two of us leaning against Davi's bed. There was a large balcony door opposite us, and I stared out at the darkening sky, doing my best to ignore the man beside me. It wasn't the best choice since he was my boss, but still. He'd upset me before.

"You cleaned all this?" Neymar spoke in Portuguese- it was almost as if that was our new thing.

But I wasn't going along with it. Replying in Spanish, I said, "Of course I did. It's my job."

Neymar sighed. "I'm sorry, Liliana. I didn't mean to speak to you before like that. It's just-"

"No, it's okay, it's totally my fault. I'm sorry your so whipped over your girlfriend you can't see whether she's being a total bitch to someone who's done nothing but be nice to her." I interrupted him, and immediately covered my mouth with my hand. Oh my God. Had I just said that to Neymar Jr?!

His eyes widened and he let out a shaky laugh. "Well, if you see it that way-"

Crap. I was so gonna get fired. I interrupted him again. "Shit- I mean shoot- I'm so sorry, I didn't mean that, I swear, it's just sometimes I speak before I think, and that's totally not what I think, I swear  Bruna is lovely-"

I was cut off- this time by his finger. He placed a cool finger against my lips, and I felt my breath catch in my throat and my eyes widening and I swear I could feel  the blood rushing to my cheeks.

Neymar spoke in a quiet tone. "It's okay, Liliana, I swear," He said, mocking me on my excessive- and totally necesarry- use of I swear. His finger was still on my lips. "I heard what she said to you, and I apologize for it. There's nothing wrong with being pale- I mean, look at my son."
He laughed gently, before carrying on. "In fact, you look different to everyone else and that's a good thing. The only reason I did what I did is because Bruna would've told everyone if I'd shouted at her and next thing you know, it'd be on the news that I had a new girlfriend and Bruna and I were over. She has a way of twisting things, Liliana, but I swear I didn't mean to upset you."

By this time, his finger had slid down from my lips, and now his hand was lightly resting upon mine. I would be lying if I said I didn't feel a little spark where he touched me. Neymar's face was inches from mine now, and his dark green eyes looked into mine.

"It's okay." I whispered. And just when he was about to lean in and possibly kiss my virgin lips and maybe even cup my face with his tattooed hands as he kissed me deeper, Davi walked into the room.

"Pai?* Lana? I'm hungry"

Neymar moved away from me so fast it was as though I'd imagined the whole thing. His son walked over to the two of us, and surprisingly, sat in my lap.

"Would you make me something to eat, Liliana?" He asked, his large eyes peering into mine.

I nodded, not quite trusting myself to speak just yet. Davi stood up and I did too, ignoring Neymar's gaze this whole time.

Davi took my hand and he turned back to Neymar, causing me to turn aswell.

"Come on, pai, Liliana makes the best sandwiches!" I smiled at the blonde little kid clutching my hand, and glanced at Neymar.

"Well?" He said, standing up. "Do you make the best sandwiches?" Neymar questioned, walking over to the two of us, and taking Davi by his other hand.

"You'll have to taste them first, but back home they don't call me the sandwich queen for nothing."

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meu deus- oh my god

pai- dad

they're in portuguese :)

this chapter was so shitty, i know, but you got a tiny bit of Neyana (no? maybe Nana, or Neyna, or Leymar, idk idk)!!! Still, next update will be  a lot longer but please please comment what you think and vote and do whatever you do

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