His Maid (a Neymar Jr fanfic)

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picture of Liliana (Sara Sampaio) and Neymar at the top when they met at some shop opening event or somethin😍😩

Liliana's POV

I sighed for what felt like the hundredth time today. Davi had completely trashed the kitchen when he begged me to allow him to cook along with me; he currently sat on the kitchen table with a plate full of spaghetti and a cheeky smile on his face.

'Davi, how did you even get sauce on the ceiling?' I asked him, and he giggled in response, twirling spaghetti around his fork and getting half of it in his hair.

I put down the cloth I was using to wipe the hell-hole that was this kitchen and sat next to Davi. The kid couldn't even feed himself.

Gently taking the fork from his hands, I told him to open his mouth as I fed him.

I entertained him by pretending the fork was an airplane, and I loved how easily amused he was.

Davi's eyes suddenly widened and he smiled (with his mouth full) behind me. I turned to find his father standing behind us with his girlfriend.

'Papa!' Davi shouted and stretched out his arms to his welcoming father.
Neymar wore a black suit, his hair slicked back. His tattoos were visible as he'd rolled his sleeves back and had his jacket slung over his shoulders. He looked.. amazing.

Bruna stood beside him, her manicured hand wrapped around his arm and a small red dress wrapped around her body. She barely glanced at Davi or me.
Neymar picked his son up, careful not to get Davi's dirty hands near his suit.
'Who made such a mess, little man?' Neymar questioned his son, twirling him around.

The sound of Davi's delighted laughs filled the air. 'Liliana! Liliana made a mess!'

'Excuse me mister,' I mock scolded Davi. 'But I believe it was you.'

Davi giggled again. The kid never got tired of laughing. I looked to Bruna, who was tapping her feet impatiently on the ground.

'Can we go now, Neymar?' She moaned, wrapping both arms around his.

'Uh, yeah sure, just hold Davi a minute while I get a glass of water.' Neymar handed Davi over to Bruna, who, with a faint look of distaste distorting her pretty features, held Davi at lengths arm away from her dress.

I barely had time to notice the look of mischief on Davi's face as he outstretched his arms.

His spaghetti covered hands grabbed onto Bruna's face, rubbing all over her styled hair. I tried my best to cover my laughs as Bruna shrieked, but I swear Neymar himself was laughing.

He took Davi away and began apologising to Bruna, who was then moaning about how she didn't want to go the 'boring stupid event filled with stupid footballers anyway'.

Neymar looked disappointed, Davi looked proud of himself, and me.. Well I was just full of love for Davi.

Bruna stalked out of the kitchen, dropping bits of spaghetti on the way. The door slammed as she made her way out of the house.

Beatriz came into the kitchen after hearing all the commotion, and took Davi away to clean him up. The boy was telling Beatriz proudly of what he did, who tried her best to look angry.

'Shit. I need a date for tonight, it's an important event and now Bruna just bailed out on me..' Neymar was muttering. He suddenly spoke up, his eyes fixed on me. 'What do I do, Liliana?'

'Um, I'm not sure-'

'Yes! That's it. You can be my date. You'll only have half an hour to get ready though.' Neymar said, a smile forming on his full lips.

'Me? Are you sure, Neymar?' I'd never been to a fancy event before, certainly not with one of the worlds most famous footballers.

'Yes, please do this for me. I'll be back in half an hour.' With that, he walked out of the room and bolted up the stairs, calling for Davi.

What the hell was I supposed to wear?

NEYMAR'S POV ❤️💙

Half an hour passed.

I knocked on the door to Liliana's bedroom door, cursing myself for feeling so nervous. It felt like a first date.

The whole of Barcelona's team was going to be there along with their wives and girlfriends- it was Leo's (Messi) mothers birthday (A/N: not really, I totally made that up) and the boys wanted to do something for the woman who gave birth to the greatest footballer alive.

A sweet voice called from inside the room. 'Come in!'

I took my time opening the door, glancing at the surroundings before looking at her. Liliana had hung fairy lights around the wall, giving the place an intimate, homely feeling.  I finally let my eyes rest upon Liliana, her presence giving me goosebumps in the best way possible.

She glanced at me through the mirror, and I noticed her struggling to close the clasp of her necklace. I walked over to her, standing behind her chair and taking the necklace into my hands. I swept beside her silky hair, closing the necklace and marvelling at what the simple touch of her skin could do to me.

She stood up to face me. Liliana was dressed in a beautiful, simple dress, black and long yet showing just enough to have me begging for more.

Her hair was tied in a loose bun at the nape of her neck, and with minimum make up she looked... flawless.

I reached behind her and undid the bun, causing her hair to fall freely down her back.

'There.' I whispered. The moment felt oddly intimate. 'You look stunning.'

Just as I had expected, a scarlet blush covered her cheeks, and just as I had wanted to do for a long time, I leaned in to kiss it, relishing the feeling of her warm cheek and the tingles I felt.

I let go of Liliana and told her I'd be waiting at the door.

'Thank you for letting me come, Neymar.' Liliana said softly, and I raised my brows.

'Thank you for coming.' I said back and she gave me a small smile.

I couldn't wait for the boys to meet her.

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