We drove for about twenty minutes before arriving at the location. I was trying to stop my anxiety attack the whole ride. At one point Neymar asks, "Are you okay?" and I just nod.
When we arrive he hands over his car key to someone and opens the doors for me.
"Do you know where we are?" he asks while holding my hand, helping me out of the car.
"No", I reply glancing around, noticing we are standing in front of an enormous house - a villa. I didn't pay much attention during the ride, because I was trying to calm myself down, but I remember driving through some kind of gate.
"It's your uncle's house," he chuckles.
"Really? Is he throwing Marcos a birthday party?" I ask surprised.
"Yes", he takes my hand, "come with me".
We walk over the lawn, approaching a big swimming pool that was lit up. As we are getting closer I can hear the chatter and see people standing outside. I see couple of familiar faces, but mostly people I don't recognize. Everyone seems to be in a good mood. I recognize my uncle in the crowd. He is leaned against the door, talking to someone. Neymar and walk along the swimming pool and sunbeds, approaching the backdoor entrance. We have to stop every five seconds, because Neymar greets and high fives multiple people.
"I think I met enough people", I joke.
"No, don't give me that", he says. In that moment my uncle spots us and waves so we go up to him.
"Good evening", he hugs us both.
"The place looks amazing, you did a good job", Neymar comments and I nod.
"It wasn't me but thank you", he laughs while looking through us. It seems to me like he isn't interested in talking to us right now, but considering he is the host and there are a lot of guests I don't mind. Neymar signals to the bar in front of us and we move towards.
"What are you drinking?" Neymar asks.
"Water please" I answer.
"Two waters please", he says to the waiter behind the bar.
"You are not drinking tonight?" I raise my eyebrows.
"No, I have training tomorrow morning plus I promised you something", he looks at me. I am still confused at what this was. He never properly flirted with me, so I wouldn't say he is making a move, but he does seem interested somehow.
"Let's see if you can keep your promise", I tease. The bartender hands us our drinks and we go outside to the edge of the pool. "Let's take a seat there", I point to the white sunbeds we walked past beforehand. Without hearing what he says I start walking towards them. I make myself comfortable and he sits on the edge, besides my legs.
"I hear your father is one of the owners of the Qatar Sports Investments", he says impressed, "he owns like half of the Paris". I roll my eyes.
"Boring", I complain.
"That's definitely not boring", he chuckles and I shrug. Talking about my father is boring and I would rather talk about anything else than about him.
"I'm just saying, he is one of the greatest businessmen", he says as if I already didn't know that.
"Yeah, I only know him as a businessman", I confess, quickly regretting it. His eyes linger on my face.
"I'm sorr-" before he can finish I interrupt him, "It's okay, forget I said anything". I am getting uncomfortable and he notices.
"It's healthy to talk about things that make us uncomfortable", he insists.
