Love is a 25 year old designer who lives in Paris.
Her life isn't what you say normal,
her boyfriend Isaac comes from a very powerful mafia family, who happens to own the PSG football club.
Love thought she was happy but soon started to question ev...
It's been a week since I left Paris, after leaving Love house I drove straight to the airport taking a flight to Barcelona. I call Messi asking him to stay at his place for a bit. He took me in with open arms not even asking why I was there. I didn't wanted to fly back home to Brazil, I was ashamed to tell my family Love and I are no longer together. Because they have really gotten to like her, especially my mother. Thinking about my mother I couldn't help but remember Love telling me to ask my mother about my lion tattoo, before Isaac arrived.
But truthfully I don't want to think about Love right now. She has done enough to me, I felt betrayed by her, I really thought she loved me, but it was all a lie. I got numerous missed calls from Nora but I chose not to call her back. I really don't want to speak to anyone right now. I know eventually I will have to go back to Paris, but I really need some time to myself.
I walked to the living room sitting down on the sofa putting on the tv, Messi and his family left for the day so I had the house to myself. Suddenly my phone rang it was my mother, I have been avoiding her call these past days. I hesitated to answer but I decided to she would be worried if I don't pick up.
Neymar: hey mom what's up.
Nadine: where the hell are you Neymar? I have been calling your phone for the past few days and you haven't picked up, I just landed in Paris, and I'm here at the house and you are not here, the gardener said you haven't been home for a week. I went over to Love house and she is not there Either. The gardener said she moved out, he saw a truck come by last week moving her stuff. Where the hell are you two?
Neymar: I'm in Barcelona staying at Messi's but Love isn't here with me, we broke up a week ago.
Nadine: what do you mean you guys broke up?
Neymar: mom please I will explain everything when I get back home, there is a spear key under the mat, I'm going to take a flight back to Paris. Just go inside and relax, I will be there soon.
I hang up the phone messaging Messi telling him that I'm leaving. Grabbing my stuff heading out the door.
Love POV
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I sat looking trough my window, this has been my nightly routine, in this prison I'm living in, Get up in the morning have breakfast with Isaac, Go to work with Dario watching my every move. Coming back home to be locked in my room with a guy guarding my door ready to blow my leg off. And on top off everything I can't stop thinking about Neymar. He probably regrets ever meeting me. He has probably moved on with his life by now, fucking other girls. While I sit here in this prison. I deserve it, I could off just told him the truth.
