His Maid (a Neymar Jr fanfic)

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oh my god I am the shittiest person ever I haven't updated in like 14 years, forgive me okay I had my exams and shiiit

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I followed Neymar into a large black SUV, where he opened the door for me. How chivalrous. I climbed into the car, making sure my dress didn't get caught in the car seat. Neymar entered from the other side. He sat next to me, looking tempting in his black suit, his emerald eyes hooded in the dim lights of the car.

The car slowly came to a start, and we left the golden gates of Neymar's mansion.

I played with the hems of my dress as I debated on whether or not to start a conversation. I snuck a glance at Neymar, not surprised to see him staring out at the scenery passing by us. I looked back down at my dress.

The ride was silent, Neymar's breathing barely audible, until a soft sound emerged from the front. The driver had put on a song, it's gentle, lilting tunes calming.

I glanced at Neymar, startled to find him already staring at me.

"My favorite song." He said quietly, a small smile stretching his full lips. The guy really was handsome. I could see why all those girls back home had fallen in love with him, though it annoyed me that it was only for his looks and not his personality or the style of his football.

"It's not bad." I said, lightly teasing him.

"Not ba- what?" He replied, and I laughed at his gullibility.

"I kid you, Silva, it's beautiful."

"Silva, eh? So we're on last name basis now, Ferro?" Neymar slowly made his way towards me, sliding along the leather seats in a way I would've found funny if not for the tender look on his face. He lifted a tattooed hand and brought it up to my face, his fingers running through the strands of my hair.

"Your hair was in the way." He spoke softly, his hand still not moving away.

I nodded stupidly, not trusting myself to speak, and instead sat there looking into his dark green eyes.

"Tell me about your team." I asked him, to distract myself from my treacherous thoughts.

A smile found its way onto his face; I could tell he loved his team mates.

"Where should I start? Well. I bet you want to know about Messi first, since it's his mothers party we're off to. Humble guy, on and off the field, though God knows I wouldn't be lying when I said I'd punch him for his endless teasing about.. Never mind." Neymar paused, but then quickly carried on. "He's an absolutely lovely guy, Liliana. Then there's Dani Alves. Absolute joker. You know he kicked me in the balls yesterday?"

I giggled at that, imagining Neymar on the ground, and then Neymar suddenly leaned even closer.

"What's so funny?" He questioned gently, his face too close to mine.

"Just you." I responded just as quietly.

Neymar smirked, and I swear there were butterflies - no, real life huge birds - in my stomach then, fluttering around, singing songs of praise to this man.

I had to distract myself from my thoughts- I reminded myself that he had a girlfriend, a venomous girl no doubt, but still. "What about Pique? What's he like? And Xavi. Oh my God I actually cried when he left."

"Love that guy, though he makes me look like a midget standing next to him. Bartra too, the two guys are too tall for their own good. Xavi, the one and only, there will never be another like him."